Another Way: A Mandalorian Story

Darasuum

Darasuum – [da-RAH-soom] – Eternal

Summary: You and Din celebrate your first day as husband and wife.

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You awakeYou awake to the familiar sounds and scents of Theed: the chirping birds, the babbling water, the sweet scent of whatever flower fills the city. You're lying on your side, your body wrapped in silky sheets. A hot puff of hair touches your bare shoulder following a soft snore. Slowly, you peel back your eyelids and blink rapidly, the sunlight pouring into the room harsh on your eyes.

After rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you catch sight of the two rings on your finger. You examine them, confused for a moment as you try to separate your dreams from reality. Memories of the previous day flood you as your arm flops back down on the pillow, a smile on your face. You look down, seeing Din's arm laying limply across your torso, his hand resting in front of you on the mattress. You reach down and gently cup his hand with yours.

Closing your eyes once more, you wiggle backwards to close the gap between you, snuggling against his warm body. However, your eyelids pop open the moment you feel something hard poke into you. I know he didn't bring his blaster to bed... A mischievous grin appears across your face as you realize what you're feeling.

Carefully, you remove his arm from your waist and wiggle away from him once more. Once you're out from under the weight of his arm, you roll over and examine every inch of his face. The soft curls covering his forehead, the scar on the bridge of his nose, the little streaks of grey amidst the brown of his facial hair, his plump lips lightly parted. He seems at peace, and, for only a moment, you feel selfish for wanting to wake him.

You push the sheet covering you both far enough down to reveal his pajama pants. Sure enough, there's a bulge between his legs. Maybe he's dreaming of you. Perhaps something deep inside his brain is replaying the day before, reminding him how you took him in your mouth in the vineyard or made love to him by the lake.

You hook your fingers into his waistband and pull his bottoms down just enough for him to spring free from the confines of his clothes. Biting your lip, you close your fingers around his length, looking up at him as you do so. He doesn't seem the slightest bit roused by your touch, which disappoints you.

Changing coarse, you wiggle downward then bring your lips to his tip. You plant gentle kisses all along the underside of his length before extending your tongue and licking him all the way back up to the tip. He twitches under your grip and you smile, knowing it was doing the trick. You think of the day before, how he begged you to take him in your mouth as you touched him in the vineyard. How he groaned as you sucked fervently, filling your mouth with your seed, his knees nearly buckling. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught.

You're wet just thinking about it.

You lick your lips and wrap your mouth around him with a new determination, wanting to wake him so you could beg him to come in you. You don't care where; your mouth, you pussy, you just want him. You flick your tongue on the underside, then slowly lower your head until you've fully devoured him.

As you do so, you hear a sharp inhale and feel as Din's hands grab the sides of your head. You look up at him and watch as the alarm fades from his bleary eyes as he realizes what's going on.

"Fuck, cyar'ika," he mutters groggily. "That's one hell of a way to wake me up."

Clutching him at the base, you lift your head up and remove him from your mouth. "Jate vaar'tuur, ridurr," you whisper before planting a small kiss on his tip. Good morning, husband.