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Cody closes the door behind them and leans back against it with a silent huff of relief, the tension that was starting to crawl up his spine beginning to ease. In theory, having three days to themselves at a fancy resort on a moon far from Concord Dawn, with no responsibilities and a flock of people attending to their every need, is more than slightly appealing. In practice, however, the constant pleasant smiling and the deliberate, cultivated air of cheerful obedience is starting to make Cody’s skin crawl.
Rex is already across the room, having tossed his bag onto the bed and beelined straight for the window to take in the view. The auroras are at their peak for the season, and he’d been stunned silent by his first view of the display when they landed. Cody stays leaning against the door, crosses his arms, and watches Rex stare at the sky. The auroras are the only lights outside, the anti-luminescent coating on the windows of the buildings not letting out even a single mote lest it detract from the entire reason this tourist trap even exists.
The vivid, shifting lights outside are bright enough to cast shadows, and the wash of green that steals across Rex’s face is one of the most beautiful things Cody has ever seen. Rex is smiling, just a bit. The small lines starting to form at the corners of his lips draw Cody’s eyes like always, a warm feeling settling in his chest. They curve around his smile, arching up elegantly, a faint impression in his skin. It’s tangible proof that Rex is more often happy than sad these days, and it makes something in Cody go all soft and sentimental every time he looks at them.
He tucks whatever nerf-eyed expression he’s wearing away before Rex can catch him at it. They’ve only been married five years, after all, there’s no reason for him to completely lose his dignity just yet. He’ll hold off on that until at least their ten year anniversary. He shoves off the door, making his way over to the bed to drop his own bag, rolling his shoulder gratefully as soon as it’s free from the weight.
Rex glances over just long enough to track his position, then turns his face back towards the light. “How long until sunrise?”
Cody flops down on the bed, sinking so deep into the far too plush mattress that it feels like it might actually eat him. “About three hours,” he answers after a quick check on the schedule the host gave them. “There’s still rooftop dining for another two, if you wanna grab dinner.”
Rex grins, the lines deepening, and Cody can’t do anything but smile back.
“Guess that’s a yes,” he says with amusement, and heaves himself back up off the bed. “You want to change first, or should we scandalize the rich natborns with our lack of fashion?”
“Probably best we do,” Rex says, already pulling out his neatly rolled vac-sealed clothing to stash in the drawers next to the bed. ”We just got here, we can’t horrify everyone too soon.” He glances up to toss a sharp grin in Cody’s direction that promises mischief and mayhem. and Cody can feel the way his pulse picks up at the sight of it. Rex in the mood for chaos is a beautiful sight, and Cody will never tire of it. “Let’s save that for tomorrow’s breakfast buffet.”
Changing clothes is a quick process. Even now, years after the GAR was disbanded, neither of them have lost the habit of doing certain tasks with military efficiency. This means that Cody is occupied with his own clothes long enough that by the time he turns around again, Rex is just buttoning up his jacket. It’s one Cody hasn’t seen before, and while the sight of the bright white fabric, the sharp lines of the cut and the fit of it around Rex’s trim waist are very nice indeed, it’s the accents of 212th orange on the collar and lapels that have something toothy and smug sitting up in Cody’s chest and taking notice. His color.
Judging by the faintly pleased air hovering around Rex, he’s well aware of what it does to Cody, likely chose it specifically for that reaction. Cody should let him know the gesture is appreciated. It’s a good practice, making sure one’s husband knows that his efforts are noticed.
He pointedly turns his attention away from Rex and finishes buttoning his own shirt, a deep green silk thing that he definitely didn’t buy because Rex kept glancing at it while they were shopping before their trip. He also didn’t choose these particular pants because of how Rex couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off Cody’s ass when he tried them on.
He waits while Rex finishes buttoning his coat, while he glances into the mirror and attempts to arrange his curls into something resembling neatness, and continues to wait while the attempts fail, as always. Cody props his shoulder against the wall by the door, watching with amusement as Rex frowns at his reflection, clearly considering chopping his hair short again, and just as clearly deciding against it with a resigned huff. Neither one of them wants to lose the feel of fingers twisting through tight curls, grown just long enough to hold onto now that they don’t have to cram buckets onto their heads every day.
Cody waits while Rex fusses over his jacket some more, a faint smile turning up the corner of his mouth at the sharp, suspicious glances he begins to flick Cody’s way every few seconds. Somehow, his husband always knows when Cody is plotting. And yet, nearly every time, he also manages to be surprised when the plotting is revealed. Always pleased, because Cody has excellent taste in plots, but still surprised.
Which means when Rex is finally ready, giving up on the tousled mop on top of his head and the self-conscious twitching of his lapels, when he steps unsuspecting within range of Cody’s arms, when Cody then pulls him in and spins him around and presses his back up against their hotel room door, his eyes go wide and startled and his breath hitches. Cody wants to eat him alive. He leans in, his grip tight and sure on Rex’s shoulders, and brushes his lips across Rex’s just light enough to catch and drag, drinking in the sound of his gasp. “Dinner can wait a bit,” Cody breathes into Rex’s mouth, following the words with another brush of his lips. “I’m in the mood for an appetizer.”
The line gets the snort of laughter he was looking for, and Cody has to take a moment just to savor in the sight. The combination of a flush rising on the sharp line of Rex’s cheekbones and the crinkle of his eyes is the most beautiful thing in this or any galaxy, Cody is certain, and the fact that he’s the one that puts that look on Rex’s face is the proudest accomplishment of his life. He deserves a reward for his success, really. No one else ever manages that achievement. And he knows exactly what sort of reward he would like.
Even as Rex is leaning in for another kiss, Cody releases the grip pinning him to the door and slowly drops to his knees. Rex shivers, his legs spreading almost reflexively, all too used to Cody dragging him into random corners to get his mouth on Rex’s dick. Cody hums, low and pleased, when strong fingers immediately find their way into his curls, and he presses his face against the already hardening line in the front of Rex’s pants. Above him there’s a strangled groan, and the fingers in his hair tighten, the pull sending a trickle of sparks down Cody’s spine.
“Cody,” Rex whispers, already breathless, and Cody has to take a moment to let the sound of his name on Rex’s tongue with that tone wash over him.
The tiny twitch of his hips gets Cody back on track, though. He could tease, could take his time getting Rex all flushed and begging, wreck him right there against the door of their hotel room, but he finds he’s not in the mood to wait. He wants Rex coming undone under his hands, his mouth, wants to drag him to the peak and throw him off the mountain, then catch him on the way down.
Sometimes he just wants to see how quickly he can strip his husband of his control and make him just take what he wants.
It won’t take long, judging by the way Rex’s breath has already shortened, how the muscles of his thighs flex under Cody’s hands. Cody drags his nose up the side of Rex’s cock, parting his lips to let his hot breath wash over the black fabric. Above him Rex sighs, soft and pleased, and gently rolls his hips into Cody’s slow, dragging touch. Cody hums back at him, as smug as possible, just to get those fingers to pull tight once more.
His efforts are rewarded. Rex’s grasp goes sharp and commanding, and Cody shivers all down his spine as his head is pulled back. Rex is staring down at him, his eyes gone dark and a flush riding high on his cheeks. One hand releases Cody’s hair, and he barely has a moment to mourn the loss before calloused fingers are dragging down the side of his face and across his lips.
“I thought you were hungry,” Rex murmurs, shooting for casual but not quite hitting his target.
Rex pushes the tip of his thumb into Cody’s mouth, and he smiles around it, nexu-sharp and tooka-pleased. He sets his teeth around it just to hear Rex gasp, only to suck in a sharp breath of his own as the rest of Rex’s fingers wrap around his chin, holding his jaw in a sudden, firm grasp. His other hand releases Cody’s hair, but this time he barely notices.
Instead, his attention is now fixed where Rex is unsnapping the front of his pants, his graceful fingers flicking open one button after the other. The hand on his jaw never loosens its grasp even as Rex pulls his cock out, giving himself a single slow stroke as Cody devours him with his eyes.
“Is this what you want?” he asks quietly, as though he can’t feel the way Cody’s mouth is watering.
Anyway, it isn’t like Cody can answer, with the pad of Rex’s thumb pressing his tongue down. He flicks his gaze back upward, and can’t help but flex his tongue against that unyielding hold at the sight of Rex’s flushed face and dark eyes, the soft part of his lips. Rex’s breath catches again, and his thumb presses down harder, firm and commanding against Cody’s tongue as he looks at him like a starving man at a feast.
Cody is so occupied with Rex’s face that the brush of his cock against his lip startles a quiet moan out of him, and he leans into the hold on his jaw insistently, straining to get his mouth around it. He breathes an exhale across the bead of precome shining at the tip, eager to show Rex exactly how much he wants him, needs him. No one else has ever made him feel like this. No one else has ever made him want to feel like this. Only Rex inspires in Cody the urge to bend, the need to please, the desire to kneel at his feet and worship.
Rex doesn’t make him wait. The firm grip on his jaw pulls him closer, dragging his mouth onto Rex’s cock without so much as a pause to let him adjust—just how he likes it. Cody's hands knead absently at Rex’s strong, beautiful thighs as he focuses on keeping his throat relaxed, his breathing matched to the pace Rex sets as he takes his mouth, slow and steady and deep and so very good.
With the thumb pinning his tongue down and the implacable grip on his jaw, he can’t even suck, reduced to a soft wet hole for Rex to fuck into, taking his pleasure however he wants as Cody kneels at his feet. The thought pulls a shuddering groan from Cody’s chest, and he flicks his gaze back up to Rex’s face. Rex looks hungry, his beautiful eyes dark and wild, a flush bright on his face. His tousled curls are damp at the roots as sweat starts beading up on his skin, and his breathing is quick and unsteady, harsh in his throat.
“You’re so good for me,” Rex murmurs breathlessly, sliding his cock deep, and Cody swallows around him with a shiver.
With all the practice he’s had, taking Rex into his throat is as easy as breathing, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t just as much of a thrill as it was the first time. The weight of it, the heat and pressure, the taste; it all has Cody’s head spinning. He wants to push forward, to take it all, to swallow Rex down as far as he can for as long as he can.
As always, Rex is more concerned with Cody’s ability to breathe than he is, and his husband pulls away much sooner than Cody would prefer. Rex holds Cody’s head still while he pants and tries to lean in, the grip on his jaw never wavering as Rex rubs the head of his cock across the back of Cody’s tongue.
“You want me to come in your mouth, cyare?” he asks hoarsely, and Cody’s hands dig into the meat of Rex’s thighs with bruising strength at the surge of want that takes him. Rex smiles at whatever he sees on Cody’s face, a flash of teeth and wild heat and desire that makes Cody’s blood sing in his veins.
“I thought so,” he breathes, his fingers digging into the underside of Cody’s jaw, a sharp flash of pain that makes him dizzy with arousal. “You’re going to swallow every last drop. I know you want to, hungry as you are.”
It isn't a question, and Rex doesn't wait for an answer. He pulls Cody back onto his cock, releasing his hold on the base and sliding his fingers back into Cody's hair, gripping just tight enough for a bit of a sting. With Cody pinned between the grasp on his hair and the unrelenting hold on his jaw, Rex is free to finally give him what he wants.
The pace Rex sets is harsh and quick, the sort of hard, dirty face fuck more suited to back alleys behind shitty bars than to this elegantly appointed, expensive resort room. Cody relaxes into it with a shuddering moan, swallowing greedily around his husband’s cock as much as he can, keeping his lidded gaze locked on Rex’s eyes even as his own start watering with the force of Rex’s thrusting. His cock is aching between his legs, a pulsing throb of need, but he keeps his hands right where they are, the flex of muscle under his fingers entirely too beautiful to abandon.
Rex’s legs always tremble when he’s about to come, a fine tremor that ripples under Cody’s hands like the shuddering of a ship leaving atmo. It’s enough of a warning that he doesn’t choke when Rex pulses in his mouth, his hands spasming tighter as his hips jerk. The sharp pull of Cody's hair and the bruising pain of fingertips digging into the soft underside of his jaw nearly set him off at the same time. Fortunately he has enough self control to not make a mess of his fancy pants, even with the taste of Rex in his mouth, salt and bitter and just a touch sweet.
It’s difficult to keep his eyes open, but Cody refuses to give up the sight of Rex falling apart above him, his trembling lips and fluttering lashes, the bright flush of his cheeks. He’s the most beautiful thing in the galaxy, and no one gets to see him like this except for Cody. The smug satisfaction of that thought carries him through the rest of Rex’s orgasm as the soft, panting breaths and the desperate whisper of Cody’s name drip into his ears, over and over, sweeter than any song.
It feels almost like a loss when Rex’s hands finally loosen their tight grip, but the gentle brush of his fingers through Cody’s hair softens the blow. Dull pain blooms under his jaw as that hand too, turns soft and caressing, cupping his face as Rex slides from his mouth.
“Sithing hells, Cody,” Rex murmurs hoarsely, his fingers trembling and his entire heart in his eyes, devotion written across his face with bold strokes.
Cody coughs wetly, his chest heaving as he leans into Rex’s touch and blinks tears out of his eyes, still staring at his husband’s beautiful face as he kneels at his feet. Suddenly the distance between them is abhorrent, he can’t stand it. And just like anything else he hates, he removes it as soon as possible. He surges to his feet to press the full length of his body against Rex’s shivering frame, sliding his hands into Rex’s curls as he licks into his open mouth hungrily, pressing him into the door.
Rex moans into Cody’s mouth, soft and wavering as he gentles the kiss, easing Rex down even as he holds him up. He still tastes like the drink he had on the shuttle to the surface, just faintly; a hint of sharp and sour with a sticky sweet undertone. Cody hums, quiet and pleased, as Rex cups his face, brushes his thumbs over the arch of Cody’s cheekbones.
Then Rex pulls away just far enough to whisper into Cody’s mouth, with a tone that sends a thrill of apprehension up his spine, his eyes flashing mischief, “We should get going. We wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, after all.”
Rex is hard-pressed not to laugh at the look on Cody’s face, theatrical outrage and lust and wry affection warring for supremacy as Rex puts himself back in order. He doesn’t protest, just groans and drops his forehead against Rex’s shoulder, hands flexing against Rex’s waist with shivery tension. This is one of Rex’s favorite games, letting Cody work himself up to the edge, then making him wait, flushed and squirming until Rex decides he’s waited long enough.
He loves to watch Cody sweat, to see his heated gaze, the shine of his lips where he licks them, the flash of his teeth as he bites them. Even more, he loves how Cody lets him lead, lets Rex decide when he comes, no matter how long it takes. With the way his trust sets a fire in Rex’s gut, searing through his chest with heat and love and devotion, he never manages to make him wait very long anyway. Which is probably why, even when they play like this Cody maintains the air of smug satisfaction that a tooka with a fresh kill does, proud and satisfied, even with a flush riding high on his cheeks and his fingers twitching.
Once he’s managed to calm his breath and beat back the flush enough that he can raise his head, Cody pulls away with a wry smile. He flicks a sharp glance at Rex as he starts fixing his cuffs and adjusting himself in his pants, the length of his emerald shirt and the tightness of his shorts combining to hide the worst of his arousal.
“Don’t think I won’t have my vengeance tomorrow,” Cody murmurs darkly, his beautiful eyes warm and sparkling with that shine that says he’s Plotting.
Rex grins back at him, shameless. “I look forward to it.”
Rex reaches over and taps the door controls, then with a quick slap of Cody’s ass, heads out into the hall. The amused huff behind him makes him grin again, a strange giddiness making everything seem even lighter than usual. His lips are still curled up by the time Cody catches up to him, and he glances over as their shoulders brush to see an answering smile on his husband’s face, though his is touched with frustrated arousal and promised retribution.
Rex is very much looking forward to whatever Cody is planning, but not as much as he is to his own plans for after dinner.
The halls of the resort are just as lavishly appointed as the room, a plush rug decorated with the same swirling colors as the nebula outside running the full length of it, brilliant green and pink and blue and purple in twisting ribbons against a field of void black. Rex has no idea how they keep it so clean, but guesses droids are probably involved even though he hasn’t seen a single one since they entered the complex.
To either side of the rug the brightly polished stone floor is visible, a dark blue-gray with a faint shimmer, nearly glittering in the low light. The walls are made of the same stone, and Rex can’t help but reach out to trail his fingers along the glossy surface as they make their way toward the dining room. It’s easy enough to navigate, directional signs in multiple languages leading them through the corridors toward the lifts.
Even the signage is elegant, scrolling flourishes around the frame in shining gray metal, raised letters in the same color surrounded by a painted starfield. The whole place is so beautiful it’s nearly ridiculous, and the only reason Rex doesn’t feel entirely out of place and awkward is sheer determination. Their vode went to a lot of effort and spent a good amount of credits securing this reservation, and Rex is going to enjoy every minute of their vacation, no matter how fancy it is.
Besides, with Cody right next to him, still faintly flushed and dark-eyed, Rex is hard-pressed to feel anything other than heat and anticipation. The whole way to the dining room all he can think about is how he’s going to take Cody apart later, how he’s going to drag as many gasping whimpers out of his lips as he can before he lets him come. Judging by the heated glances and the teasing brushes against his shoulder, the fingers grazing his thigh, Cody is doing the same.
The sight of the aurora as they step out of the lift is beautiful enough that for just a moment, that anticipatory heat is replaced by awe as Rex’s steps stutter, then stop, his eyes trained upward. The clarity of the dome above them is so pure it’s nearly invisible, and the only lighting in the room is the faint, flickering glow of a candle on each table, nothing detracting from the shifting lights above them. Beside him, Cody makes a soft, pleased sound, and slides an arm around his waist as he sets his chin on Rex’s shoulder.
“Pretty,” he murmurs against Rex’s ear, his warm breath tickling the fine hairs.
Rex shivers, makes a quiet sound of agreement, and leans into Cody’s hold with a sigh. The hushed greeting of the host drags them both out of their observation, and Rex reluctantly pulls away from Cody’s grasp to follow them to a secluded little table for two. The host pulls out his chair, the action strange enough to make Rex hesitate for a moment before sitting down, but he manages to hide his discomfort, keeping his eyes on Cody rather than on the too-helpful staff even as he murmurs a quiet thanks.
Cody seats himself in the chair across from Rex before the host can put a hand on it, and he has to hide his smile. With a polite little bow the host leaves them alone, only the lights above them, the glow of the candle and the hushed conversation of a handful of other diners left to distract them from each other. The flickering light from the flame dances across Cody’s features, a warm gold shining up from the table even as the cool bright colors of the aurora shine down.
Rex barely notices when the server comes to take their order, only glancing down long enough to pick something at random, then going right back to staring witlessly at his husband’s face. He doesn’t recognize anything on the menu anyway, even after all these years still only familiar with a handful of natborn foods. Besides, he’s much more interested in Cody than he is in food, no matter how fancy it is.
Cody is nearly squirming in his chair, a subtle fidget that Rex only sees because he knows him so well, and his still obvious arousal has a sharp smile curving across Rex’s face. His heated stare brings an answering flush to Cody's cheeks, faint but lovely, and Rex can’t help but reach out and run the toe of his boot up the side of Cody’s leg. His breath catches, his eyes go dark, and Rex watches hungrily as his teeth flash in a quick bite of his lower lip.
Even the distraction of their meal arriving can’t pull Rex’s focus away from his beautiful husband, and he barely spares a glance for the server as they set out the plates. The sheer baffling array of strange, tiny foods, though, do manage to pull his attention to his meal for a moment.
“For as expensive as this meal is,” Rex muses faintly as he stares at the mysterious chunks, “you would think they could at least fill the plate.”
Cody snorts, an ugly sound that Rex always finds inexplicably charming. “You’d think, but natborns seem to be largely immune to the concept of logic. I’ve been to enough fancy parties to know the more it costs the less you get of it. You’ll be thanking me for those rations I packed later.”
Rex huffs a laugh, shaking his head even as he spears one of the strange, colorful lumps with his too small fork and pops it in his mouth. At least the completely unidentifiable food tastes good. And the small quantity of food on the plate means it takes even less time to eat than normal. Which Rex appreciates, considering there’s something else he’d much rather get his mouth around.
The rest of the meal passes in a haze of heated glances and strange flavors, the brush of boot-tips against legs, the occasional glancing brush of fingers as morsels are shared between them. The fancy drinks with names neither of them recognize taste nothing like the cheap alcohol they’re used to, all light and sweet and complex, and somehow far more effective at getting even precision engineered clone troopers more than a little tank-tipped. The lights above that Rex had so much trouble looking away from earlier are now nothing more than an accent for Cody’s features, the colors painted over the planes of his face like an artist’s dream. He can’t imagine wanting to look at anything else ever again.
By the time the server returns to their table, their plates are clean and neatly stacked to one side. Their efforts get a small quirk of blue lips from the pretty twi’lek, a more genuine expression than Rex has seen on anyone but Cody since they got here, and they offer a dessert menu with a somewhat less formulaic bow.
Rex makes a show of considering it while Cody shifts in his chair, a faint flush still riding high on his cheekbones as he waits to see how long Rex will tease. He doesn’t need to worry, though. Nothing on the menu is nearly as appealing as his husband.
“I think we’re good, actually,” Rex murmurs, handing the menu back without ever taking his eyes off Cody's face.
Cody’s lips part just enough that Rex can see it, his pupils widening, and Rex smiles with just enough teeth to make Cody shiver. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the server quickly suppress amusement as they bow again, murmur a quiet “good evening, sirs,” and depart.
Rex is done waiting. He drops his napkin on his plate and stands, holding out his hand like he’s seen some of the more traditional, wealthy senators do to help a smaller being out of a speeder, just to make Cody roll his eyes. The ridiculous nature of the custom doesn’t stop Cody from taking his hand though, and it softens the edges of Rex’s smile. The slight haze of the alcohol blurs the edges of his vision just a bit, enough to give everything a faint wash of warmth even under the cool lights of the aurora, and Rex is having a hard time remembering any other time he felt quite so happy.
He’ll be even happier once he gets Cody out of sight of the other vacationers so Rex can take him apart properly.
Hands linked, Rex nearly drags Cody out of the dining room, ignoring the curious glances of other diners and Cody’s amusement both. It’s late enough in the local ‘day’ that there are few people in the halls to see them quick-stepping by. Unfortunately, that also means that when Rex doesn’t pay enough attention to those convenient little directional signs on the hallway walls, there’s no one to ask where the hells they ended up.
In no mood to wait long enough to find someone to tell them how to get back to their room, Rex opens the first unlocked door they come across, an old-fashioned handle-turned thing made of richly polished black wood. He pulls Cody onto a small secluded balcony and shuts the door behind them, crowding him up against it and shoving his hands up under Cody’s shirt as he takes his mouth, hot and hungry.
Cody opens for him beautifully, as always, his own hands flying up to Rex’s hair and digging in, fingernails scratching at his scalp as he sucks on Rex’s tongue with a shivery hum of pleasure. He’s still half-hard in his fancy pants and growing harder, so Rex pushes his thigh between Cody’s legs to give him something to thrust against. Cody moans, soft and wavering, with that edge of desperation that Rex can never get enough of.
His husband is clever and capable and so very fierce, but for Rex he lets himself want, lets Rex see that want, and it’s the most beautiful thing in the galaxy.
“Mesh’la,” Rex breathes into Cody’s mouth, and drinks the answering moan right from his lips. He tastes like the last drink they shared, a sparkling lavender thing with a thin layer of orange on top of it, just short of too sweet, and Rex chases the flavor as he slips his hands down the back of Cody’s pants.
“Rex,” Cody gasps, gripping at Rex’s curls and seizing control of the kiss, pulling Rex’s head back to devour his mouth.
Rex allows it for a moment, digging his fingers into Cody’s ass as he grinds his cock against Rex’s thigh with a strangled moan. When his head starts spinning, Rex pulls his hands back out of Cody’s pants and wraps his fingers around Cody’s wrists instead, gripping hard and pulling them away from his hair. Cody resists for a moment, his grip on Rex’s curls going harsh and stinging, then he lets go with a shuddering gasp, releasing Rex’s lips and letting Rex move him where he wants him.
Where Rex wants him is firmly against the dark wood door, holding it shut with the weight of his body, and he wants Cody’s hands pressed flat against that door. That’s where he puts them, and Cody’s lips part on a harsh breath as Rex gives his wrists a squeeze, his eyes dark, the lights of the aurora dancing across his face.
“Stay,” Rex murmurs, the word both a command and a promise of reward, and Cody shivers under his gaze. Rex can read the agreement on his face even though he doesn’t so much as nod, and he smiles sharp and wild as he sinks to his knees in front of his husband. He was very patient during dinner, and he deserves a reward.
Cody’s head thumps back against the wood as Rex presses the heat of his palm over the line of Cody’s cock, curving his fingers around it and gripping almost too hard. The thigh under Rex’s other hand quakes as Cody’s legs tremble, a breath of a whimper from above him barely audible even in the silence of the little balcony.
Cody likes it to hurt, likes the flare of pain to balance the pleasure. Sometimes Rex thinks he doesn’t know what to do with pleasure when it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t know how to process the feeling without something else to blend it with to make swallowing it easier. But every now and then, Rex just wants to take him out of his head without that sharp edge to everything, wants to bring him pleasure without pain, wants to see the beautiful wreck he becomes under a soft touch.
With the lingering warm haze of the drinks from dinner, the ethereal wash of colored light in the darkness, and the pure solitude of a silent, otherwise lightless environment, Rex finds himself in the mood for something a little softer. He gentles his touch, strokes lightly across the length straining against Cody’s pants, and looks up at his face through his eyelashes with as much tenderness as he had hunger a moment ago.
Cody’s eyes go wide and he shifts against the door, almost fidgeting under Rex’s gaze. “What?” he asks, almost defensive. “What’s that look for?”
“I love you,” Rex murmurs, sliding his fingers up to the top button of Cody’s pants, letting his eyes go half-lidded as he traces the blush rising once more on his husband’s cheeks. “I love you, and I want to make you feel good. It’s what you deserve, after being so good for me all evening.”
Cody’s breath catches, his hands twitching against the door, and his gaze flicks up to the aurora like he can’t look at Rex any longer. Rex lets him hide, turning his attention to freeing Cody’s cock from its prison of fabric, relishing the soft sounds of pleasure Cody is keeping behind his teeth at every brush of Rex's fingers. Cody can’t quite hold back his soft, wavering moan when Rex’s fingers wrap around his bared cock though, a beautiful sound that Rex will never tire of.
Rex presses a soft, open mouthed kiss to the tip, his tongue flicking out for a taste as Cody trembles under his hands. Achingly slow, he slides his lips down Cody’s shaft, his fingers staying loosely wrapped around the base as he drags his tongue along the underside, his mouth open and slack around it. There’s another thump above him and a muffled whimper, and Cody’s cock twitches in Rex’s mouth, tapping lightly against his palate.
He waits until there’s saliva dripping over his fingers before he seals his lips around the hard flesh in his mouth, tightening his grasp, stroking slowly below his lips. With a quick glance Rex sees Cody’s fingertips digging into the wood, his fingers tense and his knuckles pale, but they haven’t moved an inch.
Heat sears through Rex’s chest at the sign of submission, one more piece of evidence that Cody trusts him with everything, trusts him to make this good for him, trusts him to know what he needs and exactly how to give it to him. He moans around the hard flesh in his mouth, flexing his tongue in a slow roll, a pulling drag against Cody’s cock that never fails to make his knees wobble.
It doesn’t fail now either, another quake rippling down Cody’s thigh under his hand, a choked whine falling from Cody’s mouth to Rex’s ears. Rex hums, low and pleased, and slides his hand up Cody’s thigh to the waist of his pants. He arches away from the wall at the first tug, allowing Rex to pull his pants down over the swell of his ass so Rex can grab bare flesh. He loves to dig his fingers into muscle, loves even more the bit of soft padding that Cody has picked up since the war ended, and takes any opportunity he can get to enjoy it.
Reluctantly, Rex drags his fingers away from the plush swell of Cody’s ass and back around his hip, tracing the pads of his fingers down the crease of his thigh. Cody shivers, the skin twitching under his touch, and Rex can hear his breath hitch even over the wet sound of his mouth on Cody’s cock. He hums again, sinking down until his lips meet his fingers and swallowing, caressing the head with the muscles of his throat while Cody strangles another whimper. With another sharp tug Rex pulls Cody’s pants down to the middle of his thighs, then slides his hand behind Cody’s balls to brush a finger over his entrance as he flicks his gaze upward.
Cody is staring down at him again, the aurora forgotten, and his eyes are wide and dark and hot. Rex shivers under the weight of his gaze, the strength of his need and adoration openly on display for Rex alone. His lips are parted for his softly panted breaths, a flush riding high on his cheeks, his eyelashes dipping down like he wants to hide from Rex’s gaze, but he’s forcing himself to keep them open. He knows how much Rex loves to see his eyes when they’re like this.
Rex rewards his efforts, letting his spit-slick fingers fall away from the base of Cody’s cock as he swallows him down to the root, his gaze never wavering. Cody’s head thumps back against the door, too loud, and his desperate groan is even louder as his hips twitch helplessly. Rex puts his dry hand back on Cody’s thigh and grips tight, a warning, and Cody answers with a much softer moan, barely a note on an exhale.
Rex rewards him again, dipping the tip of his not nearly wet enough finger past Cody’s rim on the next downstroke of his mouth. Without glide he won’t go much further than that, but even that is enough to drive Cody a little bit wild when he gets like this.
Sure enough, only the firm grip of Rex’s hand on Cody’s thigh keeps him against the door as his hips jerk. Rex can’t hold back his own quiet moan at the sound of Cody’s choked sob of pleasure, the feel of him shaking under his hand, the flutter of muscle against his finger like Cody is trying to draw him further in. Rex shudders, swallows, suddenly overwhelmed with want. He’s done waiting, done winding Cody up, done teasing.
He wants him to come undone.
He crooks his finger and tugs, just enough for a burn of stretch, and once again swallows Cody’s cock down until his lips kiss the skin of his pelvis, relishing the almost-too-much fullness in his throat. He swallows, then keeps swallowing, ignoring the way his eyes water in favor of enjoying the soft, punched out gasp of Rex’s name as Cody comes down his throat and shakes under his touch. Rex works him through his orgasm and beyond, Cody’s pleasure far more important to him than oxygen.
By the time Rex pulls back, gasping wetly for air, head spinning, Cody is whining high and continuously, barely staying upright. Rex lets Cody’s cock fall from his mouth, then leans his forehead against Cody’s quaking thigh, his grip on the other one going soothing instead of firm, his thumb brushing up and down the soft skin near the crease. He gently withdraws his finger and Cody whines again, protesting, but he settles when Rex wraps his hand around Cody’s ankle instead.
Cody’s hands finally pull away from the door, hesitantly as though he’s waiting for Rex to tell him to put them back, but when all he does is press a soft kiss to the skin of his hip under his lips, Cody’s fingers immediately start winding through Rex’s hair. His nails drag lightly across Rex’s scalp, the feeling sending a waterfall of shivers down his spine. His cock is hard in his pants, pressed tight against constricting fabric, and the delicious ache of that restriction combined with the satisfaction of bringing Cody pleasure has Rex suddenly floating, weightless and content right where he is.
He’s not sure how long they stay there, Rex kneeling at Cody’s feet, forehead resting on his thigh, and Cody’s trembling fingers tracing nonsense patterns over his scalp and twining through his hair. Eventually though, a light tug drags Rex back to awareness, a soft hum above him accompanying the sensation.
“You gonna stay down there all night?” Cody asks, amused, shifting slightly on his feet.
“Maybe,” Rex mumbles, pressing a smile into Cody’s skin. “Why, got a hot date to get to?”
Cody’s hands tighten a bit further, drawing a soft gasp from Rex’s lips. “Yeah,” he says calmly, but with a growing heat tracing through every word. He tugs Rex’s head back so he can look him in the eye, his smile sharp and dangerous, and Rex suddenly can’t breathe as his own arousal hits him like a speeder.
“I’m going to fuck you in that fancy bed until you forget your own name, and the only thing left in your head is mine.”
Zemeet is far less bored than she’d expected. When Uvakni invited her to this party she had anticipated dull conversation, maybe some obnoxious flattery, a bit of awkward flirting, and enough good alcohol and snacks to hopefully be worth making out with some crusty old senator for a while.
Instead, Zemeet is worn out, taking a breather from the legitimate orgy going on in the main room of this incredibly fancy hotel suite. Worn out, and yet still strongly considering going back for seconds, and not for the snacks. Who knew crusty old senators could fuck? Uvakni, apparently. Zemeet would have to get her old friend a really nice life day present for this invitation.
The sound of the door startles Zemeet out of her gift planning, and she frowns and glances over as it slides open. She could swear that everyone she remembers from the guest list is already there, so who…huh. A pair of clones, apparently. Zemeet didn’t know the senator was into men, but she’s certainly not going to judge. The more the merrier at this point, as far as she’s concerned.
“Oh heck,” the dark haired one wheezes, slapping a hand over his eyes as he catches sight of the tangle of bodies on the truly massive bed in the center of the room. The blond one chokes out a strangled, gurgling sound, his eyes gone huge as he stares.
Zemeet raises a brow ridge, pushing herself upright off the couch to get a better look at them, suddenly very curious. But before she can get a word out to ask them what’s so shocking about seeing sex happening at a sex party, the senator notices her absence.
“Zemeet! Yousa looken lonely, come backen over and me'll warmen yousa up!”
Newcomers forgotten, Zemeet flashes her best smile at the senator and clambers off the couch. She may be tired, but he certainly isn’t, and it would only be polite of her to give the rest of them a bit of a break. Her decision has absolutely nothing to do with how long the senator’s tongue is, of course.
Behind her, there’s another strangled sound of distress, and the door slides closed. Maybe the poor things just wandered into the wrong room.
Whatever their problem, Zemeet has much better things to occupy her attention, and all of them are attached to the strangely alluring senator from Naboo currently wrapping her up in his long, long arms and tumbling her back into the pile of limbs on the mattress.