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Since his deployment on Coruscant, he has no one but the armour on his back and the four shadows that follow his every action and movement. Coruscant was a deployment that stripped them of their batchmates. As Coruscant stole for them, Coruscant gave them previous things to hold close to their hearts. Since his deployment to Coruscant he has had nothing but soft whispered words and breathless gasps held close to his chest. CC-1010 clung to 1923’s naked back, dragging blunt nails across the raised scars as Ten dropped his head back into 4477’s lap. 5869 was behind Twenty-three, mouth pressed to Twenty-three’s neck with a hint of teeth.
"Mesh'la," Sixty-nine praised into Twenty-three's ear. The praise had Twenty-three's cock throbbing inside of Ten.
“Thorn!” Fox gasped, and he turned his head to the side to press his mouth against the inside Thire’s thigh. Fox dragged blunt nails over textured scarred flesh on Thorn’s back, crying out when the head of Thorn’s cock dragged over his prostate. Thire was slowly jerking his cock next to Fox’s head, one hand scratching kindly through Fox’s curls to massage his scalp.
“That’s right Fox’ika.” Thorn cooed between moans as he fucked into Fox and Stone fucked into him with his hands on Thorn’s waist. “So good for us.”
A roll of Stone’s hips sent Thorn rocking deep into Fox, Thorn’s hips flush to Fox’s ass. Stone’s teeth nipped at the side of Thorn’s throat, worrying a bruise into his tanned skin.
"No one here cums until you do." Stone ordered, it sent a shiver down Fox's spine and he clenched down on Thorn's cock. It made Thorn whimper.
Fox felt like he was primed, but something was holding him back from finding his release amongst the flesh and blood of his aliit. He nodded in understanding and leaned further into Thire's hand in his hair.
Aliit.
Agol.
A part of him, they were one. Fox would trust them with his life for the rest of their time on Coruscant. They trusted him with their lives and they were loyal , they were him, they were one with him and they caressed him so softly yet took him apart so violently with their hands, cocks, teeth, tongues.
Fox cried out at Thorn’s next thrust.
“Kandosii’la Jetkr.” Thire praised as the pads of his fingers scratched over Fox’s scalp, which had goosebumps spreading all across Fox’s neck and thighs. Fox turned his head then to nuzzle against the shaft of Thire’s cock, pressing open mouthed kisses to velvety skin as Thire’s fingers then tugged on his curls.
Coruscant gifted him blazing amber eyes staring down at him, not entirely seeing as Fox felt his cock jump, trapped between both his and Thorn’s stomachs. Thire shifted Fox’s head to rest on his thigh as he turned, to brush the head of his cock against Fox’s lips. Fox’s mouth fell open, sticking his tongue out so that Thire could pat the flat of his tongue with his cockhead.
Baar.
Body.
“Thank you for letting us take care of you, cunn’e jetkr.” Stone cooed from behind Thorn’s frame. His chest was pressed to Thorn’s back, melding into him. His teeth turned worrying bruises into marks with streaks of red, gorging himself on Thorn’s flesh in more ways than one. Thorn tilted his head back onto Stone’s shoulder to bare more of his throat to Stone.
Tkiriyr.
Mind.
“Ours.” Thire gasped as Fox lapped at the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum on the tip. It was salty, tasted like everything and nothing and the way it tasted made Fox feel whole. They made Fox feel whole. Feel full. Feel like every part of him belonged to something and someone.
Manda.
Soul.
The head of Thire’s cock was like velvet on his tongue, Fox’s eyes fluttered shut as Thire fed him his cock, mindful of his teeth. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking on the head of Thire’s cock before the hand in his hair tugged. Fox knew what Thire wanted, felt it radiating through him as if it was his own want. Fox let his mouth go slack, falling wide open for Thire to slowly thrust his hips upwards on the bed, into the wet heat of Fox’s mouth as Thorn’s grip pushing down on Fox’s ankles forced his thighs further against his chest.
They were a collective. They were one. Fox ached with pleasure and belonging.
Fox’s hands were trapped between Thorn’s back and Stone’s chest spoiled with the tanned expanses of skin spread over and under him. He wanted to cling, to touch, to scratch his marks into them so that everyone who dared to look at them knew that Fox belonged to them and they belonged to him. They were his .
Fox gasped and breathed, inhaled the taste of Thire's cock before letting Thire lovingly fuck his mouth with slow rolling thrusts of his hips. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes as Thire's other hand pet his cheek softly. Fox's cock throbbed between them, crying out around Thire's cock as Thorn let go of his ankles to wrap calloused fingers around Fox's cock between their stomachs.
A thumb brushed over the head of his cock, Fox shuddered so violently he almost dislodged Thire's cock from his mouth. Thire's fingers left his hand to pet his jaw and throat gently. Touch like that made Fox's everything ache with want and need, so stark compared to the harsh everything else from everyone else. Who needed batchmates, who needed love and support from the public and nat-borns when he had them, the three of them, shadows of him, a part of him, the only people Fox ever needed.
Thire coaxed his cock back into Fox's throat.. Thire moaned as the head off his cock popped past the ring of muscle in Fox's throat, and then Thire flattened his palm over Fox's throat, feeling his cock pressing deep and then pulling back. Thire fucked his throat with a steady rhythm, Fox’s eyes fluttered shut with the pad of Thire’s thumb rubbing over his carotid.
The urge to press down, to give Fox that floaty, overwhelming feeling was there, but there was already so much going on, with Fox spitroasted between them. With one of Stone’s hands caressing the underside of Fox’s knee to splay him wide open underneath Thorn.
Stone picked up the pace behind Thorn, forcing Thorn’s cock deeper into Fox. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the barracks, Thorn turned his head so that he could catch Stone’s lips and they shared a kiss that was teeth and tongue that left rivulets of blood dripping down Stone’s bottom lip and down his chin. Red smeared across Thorn’s mouth.
Thire moaned, watching them with hooded eyes as he continued to pet and coo over Fox, praising his throat for being warm, and wet and tight around the head of his cock.
Fox was floating between them, he could feel the echoes of Thorn and Stone’s pleasure, he could feel Thire’s satisfaction leaking through his pores and making Fox’s head fill with a heady glee that they were feeling good with him, even because of him. There was a simultaneous chorused hum of agreement from above him.
“Always make us feel good, Fox.” Thorn crooned from above him, Thire punctuating Thorn's praise with a firmer thrust of his cock down Fox’s throat. Fox’s resounding moan was muffled by it, sending vibrations through Thire’s cock, to his balls and sending heat up his spine.
Their praises melted into one another above Fox. His insides felt like they were being caressed. He could feel Thorn-Thire-Stone pressing against his mind to soothe and comfort, but for them also to play with every part of him. They swiped fingers through viscera, Fox’s nails dragged through skin and left red smeared between Thorn and Stone’s front and back. Red paint, red blood, Fox inhaled the metallic scent and the salt of sweat and choked on Thire’s next thrust.
Thire pulled his cock from his mouth only for Fox to whine in disappointment. Fox dropped his arms from around Thorn’s shoulders so that he could reach for one of Thire’s hands to hold it. He pleaded.
“Please.” Fox rasped, voice low.
He certainly sounded like his throat had been fucked well. Stone groaned at the sound of it, muttering in an amalgamation of all languages he picked up and none at the same time. Mando’a the most prominent.
“Turn him over.” Stone ordered from behind them, clinging to Thorn’s back, marking up his shoulders and the sides of his throat. Fox whined when Thorn pulled out of him, leaving him empty. His hole twitched around nothing. Thire shuffled back on the bed and turned Fox over onto his stomach, coaxing him onto his hands and knees as Thire settled back into his kneeling position in front of him.
Fox looked over his shoulder at Thorn and Stone. “Thorn.” He murmured. “Fuck, please.” And he pushed back, feeling Thorn’s cock bump against the back of his thigh. Hands wrapped impossibly tight around Fox’s hips, nails far too sharp scratched his skin. It would scar. Fox would let it scar because they were his to keep.
Stone reached down with one hand to line Thorn’s cock up to Fox’s hole, captivatingly watching as both Thorn and Fox shuddered between him and Thire as Stone teased the head over his cock against Fox’s fluttering rim.
“Stone!” Thorn whined loudly, melting back against Stone’s chest as he finally pushed forward, Stone’s own cock still inside Thorn being clenched down upon, and coaxed Thorn’s cock back inside Fox.
The sound Fox let out was bewitching. Somewhere just on the brink of an otherworldly howl as the angle ensured that Thorn’s cock dragged over his prostate. Thire grinned, mouth full of shiny, far too white, far too sharp teeth and he gripped Fox by his curls to shove his cock back into Fox’s mouth. There was a hint of teeth, Thire didn’t mind it, not when Fox shuddered and let out a muffled moan around his cock as Stone started thrusting into Thorn with earnest.
The buildup of their orgasms reverberated through Fox, accompanied by Stone’s grunts, Thorn’s moans turned whimpers as Stone’s teeth pressed into the meat of his shoulder. Fox looked up through hooded eyes and lashes to see a reflection of pleasure in Thire’s eyes.
Thire was looking at him like he was something exquisite.
“Mesh’la.” Thorn voiced as his hands pulled Fox’s back onto his cock.
Fox melted into the cacophony of feelings from his aliit, from his echoes, his shadows. His orgasm jerked through him, painting up to his chest with his intensity. It was punched out of him by Thorn’s cock hitting him so deep inside it felt like he was being flayed, spread open for all three of them, Thorn groaned from the way Fox spasmed around his cock, clenching down, but he kept going as Fox drifted, flattening his tongue against the underside of Thire’s shaft, burying his nose into the curls at the base of Thire’s cock.
“ Fuck ! Fox.” Thire growled. It vibrated through the three of them. Thorn felt his spine liquefy as Stone’s strokes turned slow and deep. Stone kicked his calves to widen Thorn’s legs, changing the angle of Stone’s cock inside him.
Thorn squealed as the teeth in the meat of his shoulder broke skin and he pulled away to fall, pressing his chest to Fox’s back.
“Ours.” Stone ground out, pressing his palm to the small of Thorn’s back as one of Thorn’s hands held his weight up off Fox’s frame, and the other roamed Fox’s chest, pinching at his nipples, roaming over scars, tracing down his abdomen to the v of his hips, scratching through wiry curls before Thorn gripped Fox’s still hard cock in his hand.
“Cum inside Fox, Thorn’ika.” Thire said, still lazily fucking Fox’s throat like he had all the time in the galaxy. “Don’t you want to fill him up. Make him full.”
“Only if you fill him up from the other end.” Thorn retorted weakly, jerking Fox’s cock so he could send Fox hurtling towards a second orgasm.
It was.
Too much.
Everything Fox wanted.
Not enough.
He hollowed his cheeks around Thire’s cock as he and Thorn exchanged their playful banter and grinned as best as he could when he heard Thire’s sharp intake of breath and the resounding growl that followed it. Thire started to fuck his face in earnest, both hands tangling into Fox’s hair and tugging, pulling Fox up and down the length of his cock as he chose to chase his own orgasm.
From behind him, Thorn felt Stone pound into him harder, his other hand gripped Thorn’s hip and squeezed it sharply. Thorn felt his orgasm build from deep into the pit of his stomach, sweat dropped from his forehead to land on Fox’s spine.
Fox hissed around Thire’s cock like he had been branded and spilled onto the sheets underneath him.
Thire’s orgasm hit him like a speeder coupled with the bulkhead door that he used to run into on Kamino. It hit and it hit so hard he doubled over with his fingers wrenching on Fox’s hair so hard that it hurt, but the hurt was good. The hurt made Fox’s back arch into Stone thrusting into Thorn, causing Thorn’s cock to spear into him. Thire pulled his cock from Fox’s mouth, smearing the last few strips of cum on his lips and cheek, and then shuffled close to haul Fox up to kiss him.
Clashing of tongue and teeth, rivulets of red joined Thire’s cum on Fox’s lips. Thire started kissing down the side of Fox’s throat until he buried his teeth into the meat of Fox’s neck and gorged himself.
Thorn came violently, shuddering and shaking, a howl in his throat that was wrenched out by a hand so deep into his stomach. His orgasm crested over like a tidal wave, like the storms that rocked Tipoca City.
Like the storm of them melding together becoming one. Like the swirling emotion in Fox as he brought back vode after vode and refused to let them die to Coruscant’s duracrete and steel. When he pulled out, cum dripped out of Fox and slid down the inside of his thigh. Thire and Fox collapsed together onto the bed, tangling up in each other. Thire’s walked his fingers around Fox’s abdomen to Fox’s entrance, to push Thorn’s cum back into him.
Stone bent Thorn over on the bed next to them, one of Fox’s hands found Thorn’s and squeezed it as Stone’s hard thrusts punched moans and cries out of Thorn’s chest. Thorn pressed his face into the sheets, soft, cool, smelt like Fox and safety and warmth, sheets, leaving red smudges everywhere and felt tears fall from his eyes as Stone pressed down on the small of his back and pounded him until the tight coil of pressure in the pit of his stomach snapped.
Stone’s orgasm was silent, save for a single grunt as he bit into his own bicep to stave off the sound. Blood trickled down his arm and onto Thorn’s back, it stained as he pulled out from Thorn and cum splattered onto the floor next to their shared bed. Thorn slumped over onto the mattress with a tired ‘oof’ and settled in next to Thire and Fox, who were still kissing languidly, Thire’s fingers still fucking Fox slowly.
They were done, for the most part, they usually were after an orgasm each, but an electricity lingered in the air surrounding them, teased them. Thire was reluctant to stop coaxing pretty moans from Fox’s mouth even though his cock gave a half-hearted, but valiant effort to get hard again. It felt good to hear Fox feeling good, because Fox was their everythings.
Coruscant fell apart without Fox. Coruscant was lonely without Fox. Coruscant faded into white noise and emptiness and fear without Fox there to hold them close to his chest where he protected them and kept them from harm.
“Ours.” Thorn grunted into the mattress as he squeezed Fox’s hand that he still had a hold of. Fox squeezed back, pulling away from Thire’s mouth to roll over and kiss Thorn instead. Thire sidled up behind him, pressing his chest to Fox’s back, kissing at his shoulderblades.
“Ours.” Thire agreed.
“Ours.” Stone echoed from where he stood over them and the bed.
Stone watched the three of them, a feeling of content washed over him. It must’ve echoed into the three of them soon after because Fox cracked an eye open from where they had closed while he was making out with Thorn and he raised an unimpressed eyebrow in Stone’s direction.
“Get in here.” Fox huffed as he patted the empty space behind Thorn.
Stone laughed. “Yeah yeah.” He waved his hand dismissively, but crawled onto the bed regardless and settled against Thorn’s back, protectively wrapping an arm around both Thorn and Fox’s waists, reaching as far as he could so that his fingers grazed Thire’s hips.
Thire did the same so that his fingers brushed over Stone’s.
Thorn and Fox pressed tightly together between them, foreheads touching as Fox kissed him again. Stone pressed a kiss to the nape of Thorn’s neck and felt their presences melt into one another. When Fox whimpered from Thorn’s wandering fingers pushing into him with ease thanks to Thorn’s cum, they felt it ripple through all of them with lust and want. Thire gave a cursory grind of his hips against the curve of Fox’s ass and Stone drifted his hand down to pet his fingertips over the shaft of Thorn’s cock just to tease him.
They were Fox’s aliit.
His agol.
His flesh and blood, a part of him in a way no one else would understand and Fox, theirs , he would do anything to keep them.