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Jaster was used to Obi-Wan interrupting his sessions on occasion. The poor man was busy on most days running after ten children. Although Qui-Gon was always around to assist, it was much easier to get them to listen when their buir came to tell them to knock it off.
He thought as Obi-Wan walked in, flushed and fidgety, that it must have been one of those times. Aroha, their daughter was unhappily wailing in his arms, clearly done with the day and Jaster turned to the Queen of Creri apologetically.
Luckily for him, Creri had been in the Mandalorian Empire for nearly a century and she just gave him a knowing smile and tilted her head to gesture to his riduur.
“Luckily this can wait, Mand’alor Mereel,” she told him with an amused smile, “I’d be happy to reschedule with Adonais so that you can assist your riduur. I’m sure that ten ade have him running around like crazy.”
“They do,” he agreed, “Thank you. I will have Adonais put you in the earliest spot available.”
Jaster followed his riduur out, expecting the man to start explaining to him what the problem was when they made it into the private hall but instead he kept walking. Jaster eyed him in confusion but continued to follow him, making a face when Obi-Wan handed off the child to Qui-Gon with a murmured thanks and continued down the hall to their rooms.
Obi-Wan closed the door, and gestured to the bed, “Sit. Now.”
Jaster sat as he was told to, trying to run through a list of things he might have done to upset his riduur. Obi-Wan was normally very even-tempered and there was very little Jaster could do that would result in this behavior.
Jaster sat up straighter. Had someone else done something to upset his riduur? Jaster would have to have a stern talk with whoever-.
Obi-Wan walked back out and all of the thoughts in Jaster’s head immediately left.
His riduur was dressed in only a sheer robe, a small bralette holding his breasts in place and a pair of crotchless panties. Jaster stopped breathing for a moment as Obi-Wan got closer to him, dropping into his lap with little fanfare and rocking his hips.
“You’ve ruined me,” Obi-Wan told him as Jaster looked at him stunned, “And I can’t take it anymore.”
“Can’t- Oh Obi-Wan,” Jaster groaned, grabbing his riduur by his hips to stop his rocking, “I can’t think when you are doing that. Obi-Wan, mesh’la what’s going on?”
Obi-Wan pouted at him, trying to move his hips despite Jaster’s grip.
“I need your help,” he told him innocently, “Do you think you can take your pants off?”
“For kark’s sake,” Jaster cursed, groaning as Obi-Wan started to pull at his codpiece, managing to get the first latch undone before Jaster’s hands stopped him, “Obi-Wan what is going on?”
“I was trying to get off,” Obi-Wan explained to him, “But my cunt is aching and I wanted something in it so I tried my fingers but I can’t get them into the spot I really need them in. And then I got frustrated and was trying to think of what I could put in myself to reach where I needed it.”
Obi-Wan managed to get the other latch, rubbing at Jaster’s cock and humming happily, “And then I remembered I have a husband with a very long and thick cock that looked very satisfying the last time I saw it.”
“Did you pull me out of a meeting to kriff you?” Jaster asked, groaning as Obi-Wan squeezed his cock.
“Yeah I did,” Obi-Wan agreed, “You promised I could bounce on your cock and my pussy is aching for it.”
Jaster would definitely have to talk to his riduur about pulling him out of important meetings for things that weren’t quite what the clause was meant for.
Of course, that could wait because Obi-Wan’s eyes were half-lidded and he was saying dirty things and Jaster could see the wet spot his riduur was leaving against his armour from where his cunt was getting wet and Jaster hadn’t actually gotten the chance to touch his riduur yet.
Clearly, he’d been neglectful and so this had been necessary.
“Alright, mesh’la but we aren’t doing it like this,” Jaster murmured, “I’d like to be properly undressed the first time I take my riduur.”
Jaster laughed as Obi-Wan started to quickly rid Jaster of his armour, deft fingers finding the latches quickly and tossing it gently aside, even as Jaster chided him lightly.
“That armour is important, you know,” he told Obi-Wan.
“What’s important is how if you don’t get the rest of this armour off and kriff me right now I’m going to go find someone who will,” Obi-Wan threatened, “I’m sure Qui-.”
Obi-Wan squeaked as Jaster growled, flipping them and holding Obi-Wan’s hands above his head with one hand as the other worked to finish taking off his armour.
“Don’t even think about it,” Jaster snapped at him, “You’re mine .”
“Then please kark me,” Obi-Wan whined underneath him, “Please Jaster I need it.”
Jaster flipped them again, holding Obi-Wan by his hips and rocking the boy against his cock. Obi-Wan cried out, grabbing Jaster by the shoulders as his eyes fluttered.
“If you need it so bad then come and take it cyar’ika,” Jaster told him, voice throaty, “Come sit your pretty little pussy on my cock and let me see you work for it.”
Obi-Wan moaned, rocking against him again before raising his hips, biting his lip as he gripped Jaster in his hands, looking up at the man with a blush spread across his face and chest as he pressed the head against his cunt, tiny noises escaping his throat as he rubbed it along his soaked folds.
“That’s it cyare,” Jaster told him breathily, “Come sit on my cock.”
Obi-Wan looked down to line Jaster up, baring down slightly until the head of Jaster’s cock pushed into his body. The younger man gasped, looking back up at him with wide eyes and his walls clenched around Jaster.
Jaster grit his teeth, fighting against the urge to kriff up into his riduur.
“Everything okay?” he checked.
“That feels-,” Obi-Wan stopped, biting at his lip as he pushed down further, a small moan escaping, “Oh kark. That feels good.”
Obi-Wan continued to press down until he was firmly in Jaster’s lap, expression dazed as he rocked his hips back and forth, fingers digging into Jaster’s shoulders as he moaned.
“That’s it, cyare,” Jaster said, gripping the man’s hips so that he had something to hold on to, “Whatever makes you feel good.”
“It feels really good,” Obi-Wan told him, voice small as his face turned completely red, “I don’t know if I can move.”
Jaster rubbed at the boy’s hips, “It’s alright, cyar’ika. Do you want to wait or do you want me to help guide you?”
Obi-Wan shoved his face into Jaster’s shoulder, “Guide me please.”
Jaster kissed the man’s temple, “Okay cyar’ika. It’s alright.”
Jaster lifted the man up off his cock, watching Obi-Wan’s eyelids flutter and then pushed him back down, letting out a moan of his own when Obi-Wan clenched around him again, crying out Jaster’s name.
“That’s it mesh’la,” Jaster told him as he lifted the boy up again, “Just like this. You’re so pretty like this.”
He continued to move Obi-Wan up and down, letting the man claw at his back and watching in delight as Obi-Wan’s toes curled, small breathy noises falling from his lips as Jaster continued to kriff the boy on his cock.
“I want you to play with my tits again,” Obi-Wan admitted when Jaster pushed him back down onto his cock and heat spread through the man’s gut.
“Yeah, you want me to play with these?” Jaster asked, letting a finger brush against Obi-Wan’s nipple and smirking in delight when the man arched his back, pressing his tit harder against Jaster’s touch.
“Yes please,” Obi-Wan pleaded softly, “Please it feels so good when you touch me.”
Jaster returned his hand to the man’s hips, rocking the boy back and forth as he took one of his darkened nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and making Obi-Wan cry out.
Something sweet hit his tongue and he looked up, wide-eyed at his lover.
“Please don’t stop,” Obi-Wan begged, “Please.”
Jaster sucked on it once more and then began to lick at it, circling his areola with his tongue as Obi-Wan cried, pushing his chest further against Jaster’s mouth and rocking back and forth desperately on his cock.
“Oh yes, yes, yes, please, please, please,” Obi-Wan babbled as Jaster switched tits, sucking and licking at the other one, taking the nub gently between his teeth to worry at. Obi-Wan started to quiver around him and the boy moaned as he came, cock spurting out come between them as Jaster pulled back to press their lips together while the boy rode out his orgasm.
“That’s it cyare,” Jaster said, “You’re so good for me.”
“Keep going,” Obi-Wan said, wrapping his arms around Jaster’s neck, “I want to feel you cum in me, please.”
Jaster groaned, tipping the man over as he started to kark into him, pace steady but firm as Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled back into his head and his feet started to dig at the mattress, tiny overwhelmed sounds punched from his throat.
Jaster could feel as the man’s cunt trembled around his cock, legs wrapping around Jaster’s waist as the sensitivity became too much and if it weren’t for the boy’s steady whispers of ‘please don’t stop’ Jaster would have worried that he was hurting him.
Finally, Jaster shoved into him one last time, coming deep inside of him with a low groan and then moving them onto their sides so he could collapse on the bed.
He pulled Obi-Wan close to him, playing with the hem of the robe he had on and running hands over the now ruined bralette and then down to where Jaster’s cock was still buried in the man.
“Oh force,” Obi-Wan cursed, cunt clenching and hands tightening around Jaster, “Please I’m so sensitive.”
“You did so well cyar’ika,” Jaster praised, tucking a piece of sweaty hair out of the man’s face, “Did it feel good?”
“I came, didn’t I?” Obi-Wan mumbled against Jaster’s chest and Jaster snorted.
“Just because your body feels good doesn’t mean that your mind does,” Jaster reminded him gently as he poked softly at his temple, “I want to make sure you were okay with it in every sense, mesh’la.”
Obi-Wan smiled against his skin, “I’m more than okay with all of it. I love you and I love the way you touch me.”
“I’m glad,” Jaster said softly, “I love you too.”
He closed his eyes basking in the warmth of having his lover so close to him, letting the sound of Obi-Wan’s breathing and the feel of his warm skin sink in before sighing.
Obi-Wan made a small noise to indicate he was listening and Jaster rubbed the boy’s back.
“I love you very much,” Jaster told him, “But you cannot call me away for sex, mesh’la. I won’t be able to ever get any work done.”
“I don’t know I feel like kriffing me takes work,” Obi-Wan murmured but Jaster could feel the smile against his chest.
“Obi-Wan,” Jaster warned without any real heat.
Obi-Wan sighed, “Okay. No more asking for sex during important meetings. I’ll just start coming in a robe and letting you kriff me on your throne.”
“You're a menace,” Jaster accused even as heat stirred in his gut.
“But I’m your menace,” Obi-Wan looked up innocently at him.
“You are my menace,” Jaster agreed, kissing the man’s forehead, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Jaster looked down at the datapad and then back up to Adonais with wide eyes, “And you’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” Adonais confirmed, “We traced the child to a noble family on Chothi. It looks like the wife died and then the child was moved to a orphanage. Then, of course, I’m sure you know about the civil war that started between the two different factions on Chothi. Bombing destroyed the orphange and then the remaining children alive were taken in by an adoption agency.”
“And it’s definitely Obi-Wan’s ad? Do you know where he was taken after that?”
“It seems the boy- originally his name was Caleb but it’s been changed to Kanan- was adopted by the Queen of Alderaan and her husband, Breha and Bail Organa,” Adonais explained, “But the records regarding how the boy had gotten there were destroyed in the bombings. They had no way of knowing that the child was stolen.”
“I’ll still need to talk to them,” Jaster said, sighing harshly, “I promised Obi-Wan I would find all of his ade. This boy- Caleb or Kanan or whatever you want to call him- is still his. He was taken from him by force.”
“It’s going to be a sticky situation either way,” Adonais said, “The couple that adopted him didn’t have anything to do with what happened to your riduur. They just saw a child and need and took him in. I hate to say it because I know how desperately Obi-Wan wants him but perhaps it’s for the best that we leave him there. Not say anything rather than tear apart a family that didn’t have anything to do with what happened to him.”
“I can’t do that,” Jaster shook his head, “He was right. He’s an adult and as much as I’d like to protect him from everything it’s not right. He deserves to know where his child ended up and he deserves the chance to at least see that the boy is alright.”
“I understand,” Adonais told him, “I will make contact with them and explain that you are going to be coming. I will keep it as vague as possible so that you can explain everything in person before anyone gets defensive.”
“Thank you,” Jaster replied softly, “This is-. This is going to be hard.”
Obi-Wan clutched his daughter closer to him. Aroha didn’t understand what was going on, of course, just that she was hungry and her mother was feeding her but it still made Obi-Wan feel better to have her with him.
Their older ade had decided to stay behind with Qui-Gon and the man had graciously accepted responsibility for them- even their non-force sensitive ones- so that Obi-Wan and Jaster could make the trip to Alderaan.
Obi-Wan had cried in Jaster’s arms when the man gave him the news. His child was alive and well and that was more than he could have asked for since one of his biggest fears was that they couldn’t find him because he was dead but his heart still sat heavy in his chest.
No matter what it wouldn’t be an easy choice to make and Obi-Wan knew that no matter what his decision was that someone would be left broken-hearted.
They’d taken his son in to help him, in good faith, without the knowledge of what had happened to Obi-Wan. It had been over a year since the babe had been taken from Obi-Wan and they’d had the boy for nearly eight months now.
Still, it was Obi-Wan’s son. He’d carried him for nine months and he’d let five people take turns with him for six hours for just the chance to hold the boy .
Obi-Wan looked up when Jaster put a hand on his back, looking up to see the spaceport.
They were there.
The queen had agreed to meet them when they’d been told that they were looking for the missing child of a saved sex slave. That was all the information that Adonais had given them, since they wanted to explain in person whose child it was.
Obi-Wan let Jaster lead him down the ramp with their two children wrapped to his chest, heart sinking as he took in the queen standing at the end of the rampway with her husband.
Her smile was warm and sympathetic when they stood in front of her and she spoke softly to him.
“Hello. You must be Obi-Wan. We’ve heard that you were looking for your child. I’ve come personally to make sure that we give you whatever you need in your search. I’m so sorry that this happened to you. I couldn’t imagine having lost a child, especially now that I’m a mother myself.”
It almost broke Obi-Wan right there. He’d been hoping secretly that there’d be something malicious about her, some reason he could justify taking his son back with him. He wanted his son back with him, the boy he’d not even been allowed to hold.
But she wasn’t.
She seemed nice and kind and unlike Obi-Wan, who had ten children to look after- she only had one son. One that Obi-Wan had planned to take away from her all the while she’d only had the best of intentions towards him.
This wasn’t like taking a child from Palpatine who had been a cruel and awful person or like taking the triplets from the couple whose wife had tortured him the entire time that he was pregnant and then neglected the children once they actually had them.
This was a child that had been in need, who they’d reached out to take care of for no other reason than someone needed to and they had wanted a child and to help.
It was like how Obi-Wan had adopted his three girls.
He couldn’t imagine their parents manifesting and telling him that they were taking them back. He’d be heartbroken. He wouldn’t know how to continue after taking care of them for so long.
And Obi-Wan had never even had the chance to hold his son.
There wasn’t any connection between them and Obi-Wan wanted to tear a family apart for his own selfish reasons.
“I don’t suppose we could talk about this somewhere more private,” Jaster requested, putting a warm hand on Obi-Wan’s back, “This is very sensitive and it’s hard for him to speak about.”
“Of course,” she agreed immediately, “We are setting you up as guests of ours so you’ll be staying in the castle. I hope that it will be comfortable while you search for your child.”
Obi-Wan didn’t say anything as she turned, starting to lead them through the spaceport while security flanked them from just a small distance away. Jaster, of course, was also in armour and had his weapons but still, her guards stayed close.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” the queen looked at him curiously, sadness in her eyes, “You look very young to have had two sets of children.”
“I’ve had four,” Obi-Wan admitted, “but I lost one of my children. She was stillborn. But I’ve got Ani who was my first, my triplets- Cody, Rex, and Jesse- and then Caleb. Most recently I’ve had these two. This is Aroha and Kiri. They are both only a few months old. I was pregnant with them when I was rescued. I’ve just turned sixteen. I was taken on my twelfth birthday.”
A shocked sound left her lips and she held his arm, looking at him wide-eyed, “I am so sorry. Whatever we can do to help, we will be more than happy to assist you.”
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan told her, voice small and broken, “I appreciate it.”
“I’m not sure I understand what you are saying.”
Obi-Wan’s chest felt tight at the hurt confusion on their faces. It was almost as if he’d told them that they only had a few hours left to live with the way their confusion slowly turned to devastation.
“Kanan’s original name was Caleb,” Jaster explained calmly, “And he was born to Obi-Wan on Kelzol and taken away by the dignitaries that paid for him. After the man’s wife died he gave the child to an orphanage and then their civil war started and the orphanage was destroyed. The adoption agency that you used found them there on Chothi. Then he was given to you without a name.”
“You’ve come to take our son?”
The man- Bail Organa looked between Obi-Wan and Jaster with a look of disbelief, as if he expected them to say that it was all just a cruel joke.
Except that it wasn’t.
It was a lose-lose situation and everyone knew it.
“He’s- he’s my son,” Obi-Wan told them, voice breaking, “I carried him for nine months. I- I almost lost him after I was beaten too hard. They thought he might not make it. I- I was in labor for twenty-two hours. When he was born they cleaned him and they- we were never allowed to hold them.”
Obi-Wan stopped, a sob escaping his mouth as he began to shake. Jaster pulled him closer, hands rubbing up and down his back as a tear escaped.
“They told me they’d let me hold him if they could kriff me,” Obi-Wan told them wetly, “I thought they just meant once and I wanted to hold him so bad . So I said yes.”
Another sob escaped his lips, “But they meant all five of them. They wanted to see how it felt I guess. Except apparently, it wasn’t as satisfying as they thought it would be because they ended up turning me around of karking my ass. For six hours. And then they-.”
He stopped, shaking harder and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, “They wouldn’t let me hold him. They took him away and my masters punished me for breaking the rules. We were the schutta. We weren’t allowed to hold our children and I’d tried anyway.”
“I-I’m so sorry,” Breha’s voice was soft and sad, “I’m sorry that any of that happened to you and I’m sorry that your son was taken from you. I- I couldn’t imagine having your child taken from you. I just-.”
She turned, looking back to her husband and then back to him, “We’ve been caring for him for almost a year now. He’s- he’s our son. Or at least we thought he was. This- I don’t even know what to say about this. I never-.”
She stopped, tears falling down her face, “We never would have kept a mother from his child if we had known. We didn’t realize that there was someone out there who wanted him.”
“I- I-,” Obi-Wan stopped, taking a deep, steadying breath, “Can I hold him? I- I never got the chance-.”
He saw the way Bail swallowed, “Yes. Of course. But he’s napping right now. He will be for another hour or so. If you wouldn’t mind waiting. We don’t want to throw off his schedule.”
“Of course not,” Obi-Wan agreed, “I- I wouldn’t want to make things harder for him.”
The boy was beautiful. Dark hair and bright blue eyes made Obi-Wan’s heart swell. He stroked the boy’s cheek with a finger, laughing wetly as the boy made tiny grumbling noises, nuzzling into Obi-Wan’s chest.
“He’s probably hungry,” Breha said, voice silent, “But he is eating solids. I’m not sure if you want to-.”
Obi-Wan looked up at her and her husband.
They looked devastated like they’d already decided that they were losing him, both of their faces wet from tears.
He looked around the nursery. It was painted a pale green color, with trees and small forest animals on one wall. There was a small crib, a changing table, and the rocking chair that Obi-Wan was sitting in.
Toys were placed into a small chest, stuffed animals scattered around and books lined on a shelf with a small lamp.
They’d taken care of a child for a year here in this nursery with the intention of caring for him for the rest of their lives. They’d probably made plans and talked about schools and things they wanted to teach the boy and-.
And Obi-Wan knew after looking at the nursery what he had to do.
“I’m not going to,” Obi-Wan told her after a moment, tears forming in his eyes as he took a shuddering breath, “And I’m- He’s- He should stay here with you.”
He turned to Jaster. The man looked gutted and Obi-Wan gave him a watery smile, “Thank you for finding him for me like you promised. But I- I can’t take him with us. They’ve been taking care of him for almost a whole year. I- If someone tried to take our girls from us I don’t know what I would do. I can’t do that to someone else.”
“He’s your son,” Breha told him softly.
“He’s your son too,” Obi-Wan said, voice breaking, “He’s your son and you took him in when no one else would and you love him and look-.”
He gestured to the nursery, “I can’t. I’ve got ten children to look after. I- Even if he doesn’t come home with me I won’t be stuck with an empty nursery. I’ll still have my ten other children to go home to.”
Obi-Wan tucked the small boy closer to him, kissing his head and nuzzling into his soft dark hair, “He doesn’t know me. As far as he is concerned I’m not his mother.”
He looked up to Breha, who had begun to cry again, “You are. And maybe that’s for the best. I- I’ve spent the whole time worried sick because I thought that someone would be hurting him or neglecting him and the whole time he’s been here, loved by two parents who did everything to give him the best life.”
“I- I don’t know what to say,” Bail finally said, “We never meant-.”
“No one ever meant for this to happen,” Obi-Wan said, wiping a tear from his eye as his husband rubbed his shoulders gently, “Nothing about this was fair but this- this is as fair as it’s going to get. I- I just wanted to at least know he was safe. And now I do.”
“He’ll be safe here with you,” Obi-Wan continued softly, “And that’s enough for me. I’m not taking your son from you.”
“Perhaps he could visit you,” Breha suggested softly, “During his breaks?”
“That’s a lot of confusion for a little boy that’s already been through so much,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head, “When he’s old enough you can explain what had happened but- but I don’t think we should trade him around like currency. He’ll be better off in a stable, constant home.”
“We could send word about him,” Bail suggested, “Maybe pictures?”
“I’d like that,” Obi-Wan agreed softly, “I’d like to know how he’s doing from time to time. I-.”
Tears fell down Obi-Wan’s eyes as he rose, pressing the small boy into Breha’s hands, “Please take him. I don’t regret what I’m doing but I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it if you give me too much time.”
“Thank you,” Breha told him softly, “I know that this couldn’t have been easy. I promise that we will take care of him.”
“I wouldn’t be giving him to you if I thought you wouldn’t,” Obi-Wan sniffed, “I- I think that maybe I would like to retire for the evening. I don’t suppose you would mind showing me to the room we will be staying in? I think it’s best that we leave in the morning.”
“Whatever you think is best,” Bail said standing, “I’ll show you to your rooms.”
The next morning Obi-Wan watched as Alderaan became just a dot in the distance, tears running down his face as he sobbed into Jaster’s arms.
“I’m so sorry cyar’ika,” Jaster said softly, rubbing his back as he pressed him closer, “I’m so sorry that this happened but- I think you did the right thing.”
“I know,” Obi-Wan cried, “But that doesn’t make it any easier. I- I had to leave my son behind.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jaster promised softly, kissing his hair, “You didn’t leave him behind. You left him in the hands of a very caring family who will take great care of him. You made sure that they weren’t left with an empty nursery. That’s- that’s a hard thing to do but-.”
Jaster stopped, brushing a hand through the man’s hair, “It’s a very Mandalorian thing to do. To make sure that a child is cared for, even if it’s not you caring for them. You made sure that they didn’t have to feel like you did, when your ade were taken away, Mesh’la. What you did took a lot of courage.”
“It doesn’t feel like courage,” Obi-Wan said, twisting his fingers into his lover’s shirt.
“I know,” Jaster sighed, “But it will. One day.”
“I want to go home to our children,” Obi-Wan said, “I want our ade.”
“We are on our way,” Jaster promised, “Don’t worry cyare. We are heading for them now.
“You’re sure?” Obi-Wan asked in a squeak, “The first thing they did after I gave birth was give me a shot. I thought it would prevent it.”
“It might be that the shot had worn off,” Eki told him, “I’m- This is good news though, right? This- If we need to take care of it for you-.”
“No!” Obi-Wan shouted and then softer, “No. No. It’s unexpected but I can’t imagine Jaster being upset by it. I’m- I’m happy about it. I want this.”
“Well at the very least we are going to have to talk about the amount of time that is healthy in between pregnancies,” Eki told him seriously, “Your body isn’t meant to be put through this kind of stress.”
Obi-Wan smiled softly, “Well we can worry about that later. Right now it’s a celebration. I- I want to tell Jaster.”
“Well if there was ever a reason to interrupt a meeting,” Eki said with a small smile and Obi-Wan was already up and out of the medical room.
“Jaster!”
Obi-Wan burst through the door, back straightening as he took in the table full of people. It looked like they were having another planning meeting about clan politics.
“Obi-Wan, is everything okay?” Jaster was up and around the table, taking his chin in his hand to tilt it up and check over him, “You’re not hurt are you?”
“No! No!” Obi-Wan immediately assured him and then his face turned pink, “I’ve just- I’ve just got something important that I need from you.”
Jaster gave him a stern look, “Cyare haven’t we talked about this?”
Obi-Wan’s flush started to crawl down his chest as he shifted. He was still able to get his husband to agree to kriff him but the rule was he needed to wait until the man was in between meetings. So far he’d been bent over the meeting table, ridden Jaster on his throne and on one memorable occasion, down on his hands and knees on the floor as Jaster mounted him from behind.
Obi-Wan had known that the outfit that Eki had helped him pick up would be effective but he hadn’t realized just how effective. Jaster had taken him right there on the floor, touch somehow still soft and sweet as he murmured in Obi-Wan’s ear about how beautiful he was, how much he loved him, and how happy he was to have married him.
“It’s not that,” he told him, voice quiet, “It’s really important this time.”
Jaster raised an eyebrow.
“It is!” Obi-Wan insisted, pushing into his arms, “Please it will only take a second!”
“Alright,” Jaster said and then turned back to the table, “I don’t suppose you could give me a moment? My riduur needs me.”
“Of course not,” one of the armoured men told him, “Your riduur always comes first.”
Obi-Wan all but dragged the man outside and into the throne room, sitting him down and sliding into his lap even as Jaster started to chide him.
“Cyar’ika I thought you said-,” Jaster started to say.
“Just! Give me a second!” Obi-Wan told him, taking both his hands and slipping them under his shirt, “It’s not that. It’s something Eki told me today.”
Jaster straightened, expression concerned, “Is everything alright? Did something happen during your physical? I thought it was just supposed to be routine-.”
“It was,” Obi-Wan promised, “But she did a blood panel and-.”
“And what Obi-Wan?” Jaster demanded, “Are you going to be okay? What do we need to-?”
“Jaster, I’m pregnant,” Obi-Wan interrupted, taking the man’s hands and cupping his still mostly flat stomach, “I pulled you away to tell you that you’re going to be a father.”
Jaster’s mouth snapped shut, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at Obi-Wan, “You’re- you’re sure? You’re really-?”
Obi-Wan nodded, laughing happily, “Yes I’m sure. She did an ultrasound for me. I’m only about eight weeks, but they all look healthy.”
“All? There’s- there’s more than one?” Jaster asked, voice small.
“Three,” Obi-Wan told him shyly, “It seems you don’t do things halfway.”
Jaster looked into his eyes and then the man slammed their mouths together, kissing Obi-Wan hard as he tangled one hand in Obi-Wan’s hair and wrapped his arm around his waist to pull him closer.
Obi-Wan went easily, wrapping his hands around his lover’s neck and opening his mouth to the assault so that his husband could explore his mouth.
When they pulled back they were both panting, Jaster kissing all over Obi-Wan’s face.
“Hey, hey!” Obi-Wan laughed at him, pulling back and pressing their lips together quickly, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Jaster told him, “I- I love you more than anything Obi-Wan.”
“Hopefully not more than anything,” Obi-Wan told him softly, his own hands cupping his stomach.
“I’m going to be a father again ,” Jaster said in wonder, “I- This is the best thing I could have ever asked for mesh’la. Thank you.”
“No thank you,” Obi-Wan said, tucking his head into Jaster’s chest, “You saved me.”
“I would do it all over again,” Jaster promised him softly, “Even if it didn’t end like this. You deserved to be saved.”
“But it did end like this,” Obi-Wan said softly, pressing a kiss over Jaster’s heart, “And now we’re adding to the family.”
“I’m sure everyone will be thrilled,” Jaster said, breaking into a smile, “I can’t wait to share the news.”
“Neither can I,” Obi-Wan said, closing his eyes as he rested against his lover.
“I love you,” Jaster told him again.
“I love you too Jaster Mereel,” Obi-Wan said looking up at him, cupping his face, “Forever.”
“Forever sounds like a really long time,” Jaster teased.
“It sounds perfect to me,” Obi-Wan said, laughing as Jaster pressed their lips together again.