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Fennec was bored. Incredibly so. Court today was just whining citizens with matters that were too trivial to be even brought before Boba, but the man entertained them anyways. Needing to focus on something, she decided to strike up a conversation with Din. “So. Things between you and Fett going well?”
Din looked over at her and then back to court without saying anything. It was another long few seconds before he answered, “Yes.”
Fennec waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. She rolled her eyes. Din was always very one-worded and never spoke more than he felt he had to, but she was going to pry it out of him one way or the other. “How’s the sex?”
Din looked at her again, this time with a quicker pass. “I don’t really think that’s your business.”
“Of course it’s my business,” Fennec argued. “I have to make sure he’s treating you right.”
“He’s treating me just fine,” Din told her simply.
“There’s a difference between fine and right, Djarin,” Fennec argued. “He does at least make you cum, doesn’t he?”
Din let out a long and exasperated sigh and did not answer her as he kept his attention on court. Fennec slapped his arm. “What!?”
“Answer my question, Djarin!” Fennec insisted, now worried that Boba wasn’t taking care of Din. “I swear on my life, Din, if Boba is making you spread your legs and isn’t going down on you properly I’m going to -,”
“Yes!” Din hissed. “Boba takes care of me. In that way.”
Fennec relaxed. “Good.” She would have really been disappointed in Boba otherwise. Especially since she would have had to beat his ass. “So he’s made you squirt, right?”
“What’s that?” Din asked so casually and innocently.
The assassin felt her eyes almost pop out of her head. “Boba has never made you squirt!?”
“I don’t-!” Din paused, having said it a little too loud and drawing the attention of Boba and everyone else in the room. Huffing, he lowered his voice, “I don’t even know what that is!”
Oh, sweet, precious, innocent killer and hunter Din Djarin. “It’s like when, you know, instead of cumming all nice and soft around his dick inside you it goes more like,” she made an explosive gesture with her hands.
“I have no idea what that means,” Din told her.
Stars, just how innocent WAS the poor hunter? Boba wasn’t treating him right, afterall! “Ever seen a geyser? When water shoots out of the ground?”
“No, but I’ve seen volcanic lava do that,” Din answered.
Fennec snapped her fingers and pointed a finger gun at him with a smile. “Like that! It’s exactly like that! It’s when you orgasm and the cum shoots out like volcanic lava from a vent!”
There was an extremely long and heavy pause from Din where his shoulders tensed and he kept his head and helmet faced forward and away from her. Fennec would have paid to know just what was going through the hunter’s mind. Eventually, Din leaned in slightly and whispered, “Is that…even possible?”
“What, you think I’m just making it up?” Fennec raised a brow. “I assure you, it’s very possible. These fingers are quite skilled at making it happen.” She raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. “It’s easier for some than others, and it might take you a few tries, but you can definitely be a gushing volcanic geyser, Din. That man of yours just has to know how to make it happen. Which I’m doubting if he even does.”
Din gave his head a curious tilt. “I’m…I’m good. Really. Everything between Boba and I is in a good place.”
“Sure, but it could always be better,” Fennec argued. “Come on! The bedroom is a place for experimentation! That’s what makes it so fun and interesting. Not everything is going to work all the time, but when you discover something new that you like,” she winked, “there’s nothing better.”
“...maybe,” Din said, but the tone of his voice didn’t have Fennec feeling too confident in him opening up and saying something.
Well, that was fine. Fennec would take it into her own hands. Literally, if she had to. She had absolutely no problem confronting Boba about it. Once court had concluded, Din dismissed himself to tend to Grogu. The little gremlin had to eat every few hours or he started to make his unhappiness known by using his Force powers in childish ways. It was the perfect opportunity for Fennec, though, to corner the Daimyo.
“What was it you and Din were arguing about during court?” Boba questioned before she could even bring it up.
“So glad you asked!” Fennec grinned. “I was making sure you were fully satisfying Din in the bedroom.”
Boba grunted but smiled. “I assure you, there’s been zero complaints in that department. I take care of my lovers. Especially Din.”
“Do you, though?” Fennec squinted her eyes. “Because when I asked him if you’ve made him squirt, he didn’t even know what that was!”
“Not everyone can squirt, Fen,” Boba said, immediately coming to his own defense.
Fennec narrowed her eyes at him. “True, but you don’t know if Din can or can’t because you haven’t tried.”
“Do you know how hard it was to help Din get past his body dysmorphia?” Boba asked with a serious look, dropping his smile completely. “I really didn’t have him feeling comfortable in the bed with me in that way until recently. I don’t think getting too adventurous too soon would be a good thing.”
“Or, it’s exactly what he needs to feel even more comfortable in his body,” Fennec argued. “Show him his body can pleasure him just the way it is. Be honest with me. You’ve never made a partner squirt.”
Sucking in a breath, Boba pressed his lips together and gave a little shrug in response. “No. I can’t say I have.”
“Knew it. There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Fennec teased him. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help. Really, Fett, what would you do without me around this place?”
Boba snorted. “What, you’re just going to waltz into our bedroom and shove your fingers inside of Din yourself?”
“Well, that would certainly be the easiest way!” Fennec exclaimed, personally loving the idea. “I’d be more than willing, but you and I both know Din wouldn’t go for that. What we could probably convince him to do is have me be in the room as an instructor. Plus, it’s better if you’re doing it, anyway, since you’re his actual partner.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think Din would go for that, either.”
“Have you asked?” Fennec pressed, not backing down. “Come on. Don’t you want to take things to the next level? Make Din feel really good? At least give him the chance to say no before you do it for him.” She had an inkling that Din was curious after their conversation, even if he wouldn’t admit it to her. He might admit it to Boba. “You know I don’t care for men. It wouldn’t be sexual at all for me. I promise to even stay clothed. Come on, Fett. I just want to help. Honest.”
Finally caving, Boba sighed and gave another shake of his head. “Fine. I will ask Din, but if he says no, then it’s a no, and you drop it. Understand?”
“Entirely,” Fennec nodded. Patting her boss’s arm, she winked. “Let me know what he says.”
He’d say yes. Fennec was sure of it.
/*/
“So, I heard you and Fennec had a rather interesting conversation during court today,” Boba began as they both started to remove their armor in the comfort of Boba’s elaborate chambers.
Din paused where he was setting his chest plate onto the armor stand. His brow furrowed and his jaw tightened. “She told you about that?”
“Fennec has a very unique way of showing it, but she just cares,” Boba assured him before looking at Din with a bit of worry. “Are you satisfied, Din? I’d want you to tell me if you weren’t.”
Immediately shaking his head, Din went into his usual defensive and submissive mode. “Of course I am! I love you!”
“I’m not doubting your love for me, Din,” Boba told him, closing the distance and raising a hand to cup his lover’s cheek. “I know you love me. I’m just asking if you need more from me in the bedroom. You can be honest. It won’t hurt my feelings. I’ve been taking it slow because I thought that’s what you wanted.”
Biting his lower lip nervously, Din lowered his gaze. “Honestly, before today, I had no issues. I’ve just been so happy that you accept me and love me for me. That you love my body just how it is. But, I guess, I never realized there could be more.”
“You’re curious,” Boba finished for him.
Din nodded hesitantly. “Kind of.”
“Don’t be ashamed, Din,” Boba said. “It’s alright to be curious. But you have to talk to me about it. I’m not a mind reader, much as I wish I were.”
His lover smiled, finally looking back up at him. “It would make things easier, wouldn’t it?”
“So what do you want?” Boba asked. “I’ll be as honest with you as I was with Fennec. While I know what squirting is, I’ve never made a partner do it, so it’s new to both of us. Fennec offered to join us and be a coach. She wouldn’t actively participate, but she’d be there to guide us. I have no problems with her being there, but if you’re not comfortable then we’ll find another way. We can try it ourselves or look into something different. There’s hundreds of thousands of things to try that I have more experience with.”
Sucking in a breath, Boba watched as the wheels turned inside of Din’s head as he thought it over. “I’m…not going to say that I’d be entirely comfortable with Fennec there, but at the same time I trust her. If there’s anyone I’d trust to do this, it would be Fennec. I mean, she wouldn’t be touching me…right?”
“No, no,” Boba assured him, reaching up and brushing his fingers across Din’s jaw. “The only one ever allowed to touch you is me.” Of course, if Din ever wanted otherwise, Boba would entertain it. Boba wasn’t entirely selfish, but he’d learned in his time with Din that his lover liked it when Boba was possessive.
Din still looked a little uncertain, but he also looked determined. He nodded. “Ok. I want to try it.”
“Alright, then,” Boba nodded as he returned to removing the rest of his armor. “I will speak with her and we will figure out a day that’s best for us all.”
Fennec was rather pleased with herself when Boba told her Din had agreed to it as long as Fennec kept proper distance and her hands to herself. The assassin promised neither would be a problem. She didn’t need to be all up in Din and Boba’s business, she just needed a proper visual to see how Din was reacting and what Boba’s hand was doing.
“Is there anything special I need?” Boba asked as they set the date and time.
“A really large and good towel,” Fennec told him. “And make sure Din is really hydrated. He can have a glass of wine or whatever he needs to relax, but it’s key he’s had plenty of water, too.”
Three days later after court and dinner, and several glasses of wine combined with multiple jugs of water throughout the day, Din and Boba got ready in their room. Shedding their armor and flight suits, they changed into light robes and Boba laid down the towels to protect the bed from bodily fluids. Fennec waited outside until Din gave the ok. He was nervous, Boba could tell, but he still wanted to go through with it. Boba would just reassure him as much as he could.
Finding a chair near the window, Fennec plopped herself down and crossed her legs. “Don’t be so tense, Din. We’re all just here to have fun and enjoy ourselves, so look like it. I’m not here to judge anyone, least of all you. Well, let me take that back. I’ll judge Fett all day long in this situation.”
“Oh, thank you,” Boba huffed.
Fennec shrugged. “What? I’m the teacher and you’re the student. If you are kriff student I’m going to teach you like one.”
“I don’t want to mess up, either,” Din said shyly.
It was so strange to see and hear him like this. Uncertain. Unconfident. It was nothing like the Din she knew in armor. Fennec hoped this might boost his confidence by the end of the night. “Din, you can’t mess up. This is all about what Boba can do for you. Just don’t fight it. That’s where this often fails. Allow your body to react to what it feels and don’t be scared. I’ll warn you, it may not actually happen the first time, but it doesn’t mean you can’t. I’ll be able to tell if you were on the right track. I’m an expert.”
Sucking in a long breath, Din nodded.
“And Din,” she added, making sure their eyes connected, “I don’t care what’s under there. You’re perfect and you’re you.”
There was a sudden light in Din’s eyes, and she saw a rare sight. A smile. “Thank you.”
“Those are my lines,” Boba scolded.
“Well you weren’t saying them, so I did,” Fennec snapped back playfully.
Boba really was grateful for Fennec. While she was a fierce warrior and one of the best assassins Boba had ever seen, she somehow managed to be soft and caring around Din. Supportive. As introverted as Din was, he somehow had the power to make everyone fall in love with him. Tilting Din’s head towards him, Boba leaned up and kissed him. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Keeping his eyes on his lover and ignoring Fennec in the corner of the room, Din slowly reached for the tie of his robe and pulled it free. Letting out a shuddered breath he reached up and slipped the robe off his shoulders, the fabric falling down to bundle at his feet. Whispering words of encouragement, telling Din how beautiful he was in Mando’a, Boba did the same and shed himself of his robe.
Placing a gentle hand on the other man’s hip, Boba guided Din to the bed and laid him down on the towels. Boba kissed his way down the man’s neck before placing a kiss to each of Din’s scars on his chest as he always did when they made love. A reminder that Boba loved him just as he was.
“Start just getting him aroused,” Fennec began in a calm voice. “But don’t enter him, not even with your fingers, and stay away from the clit. Build it up. Make him really become desperate for it first. Get those lips dark, swollen, and wet.”
Continuing his kisses and gentle bites on Din’s skin, Boba reached between his legs and started to run two fingers against his folds. Boba had some work to do, Din not as wet as he usually was because of his nerves. His fingers danced around his clit, coming close but never actually touching. They pressed in just slightly, teasing his hole, but never breaching it. After some time, Boba started to feel the wetness grow around his fingers. Closing his mouth around a nipple, Boba began to play, and that finally got Din to forget his surroundings enough he moaned.
“Good,” Fennec praised. “Very good. Now you can go a little further. Start to explore his inner walls. Give a few playful touches to his clit, but not too much. Keep it easy, still. The buildup is important. It’s not a race.”
“Doing alright?” Boba asked in a low whisper.
Din nodded, only a sliver of his dark eyes showing. “Y-yes.”
“Good. Let’s take it further, then.” Coating his fingers in Din’s slick, he entered two gently inside of him, purposely concentrating on massaging the walls instead of stretching him like he normally would. As he started to gently pump, he pressed his thumb lightly against Din’s clit in tandem. Din’s body shuddered beneath him and his breath hitched Boba was finally beginning to see a flush on Din’s beautiful skin, and it was starting to get a layer of sheen.
“Din…you know how when you get close you clench?” Fennec asked. “Don’t actually answer, just listen. How when you’re close you tend to pull your muscles up as you contract? Don’t do that. Learn to bear down. Push back against it. Out. Not in. It may feel weird. Like you think you might pee, but that’s exactly what you’re looking for. Just let it happen.”
Boba could feel Din’s slick starting to coat his hand. He was pleased, not just because he was getting his lover to this state, but that Din has been able to relax in Fennec's presence enough to become this aroused. Every few breaths he was letting out a little moan or sucking in sharply. Pulling away from Din’s mouth, Boba started to suck on his earlobe and the skin just beneath it. Din arched his back with a small cry. Yes, there it was.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Fennec purred. “Alright, Fett, listen up. Now with those two fingers you’ve got inside Din, curl them upwards. Find the G-spot. I hope I don’t have to actually tell you how to find it, but just in case, it’s the part that doesn’t feel smooth. It’s rough in texture. Keep it soft. Gentle grazing. A come hither motion.”
Boba knew where the G-spot was, but he kept his smart words to himself. He didn’t want to ruin the moment and break whatever they had going. Turning his palm up, Boba started to stroke his fingers across the ceiling of Din’s cunt in almost a petting motion. Din’s breath was starting to increase slightly and his breath hitched. Small beads of sweat had started to drip down his lover’s stomach.
“I can see it. I can smell it. Din is close, but you know him better than anyone,” Fennec told him. “When you think he’s almost there, I want you to press your palm against his cunt. Your middle finger and ring finger inside of him, and your index and pinky stroking his fat lips. The hell of your hand should be flush with his clit. Think about moving the inside of his front wall over his pubic bone with the pads of your fingers while keeping constant contact with his clit. The motion needs to be consistent and vigorous. Like you’re getting yourself off. It can get exhausting quickly, so put those big muscles of yours to work, Fett.”
Boba nibbled on Din’s nipples for a few more more minutes as he rolled his lover’s clit with his thumb. He knew the signs, of course, so when he started to get that erratic hitch in Din’s breath he adjusted his hand towards Fennec’s instructions. It was slightly awkward at first, but he moved himself further up the bed so that he could get the proper leverage and then it felt more natural. Clenching all the muscles in that arm, he pressed his ring and middle finger up against Din’s G-spot and kept the heel of his palm flush with his lover’s clit. Sucking in a breath, he started to move his hand inside of Din as Fennec had instructed.
At first there wasn’t much of anything, but then Din’s face started to contort and his back started to come off the mattress. His lips parted with sharp intakes of breath. The hunter’s muscular stomach contracted and softened with his breath giving a very clear indication he was feeling something intense. Fennec was right. Boba could feel his arm and hand cramping, but he refused to stop now. After a few more moments, a squelching wet sound filled the room.
“Yes! That’s it! He’s so close!” Fennec exclaimed eagerly. “Don’t stop! Push, Din! Push!”
Din looked like he was close to crying, eyes filling with tears as his sobs grew louder. “B-B-Boba…oh stars!”
Fennec kept telling him to not stop, to keep going, and then it happened. Just when Boba thought he couldn’t keep his hand going, Din’s back arched so strongly it looked like it might break, and a spray of clear fluid burst from his cunt. It splashed Boba’s face and he closed his eyes with a pleased sigh as he tried to keep going despite the cramps. If Boba could drink the juices coming from Din, he would. Stars. It was incredible.
Din’s screams could likely be heard throughout the palace as his entire body trembled in full force. After the initial stream, the shots of fluid grew lesser, but it still coated Boba’s hand and soaked the towel beneath Din’s hips. Fennec was screaming her praises, even clapping. Din started to slap Boba away, begging him to stop. Boba removed his hand. His lover continued to shake almost violently beneath him, and he extended a hand to keep Boba from touching him.
“Are you alright?” Boba asked. He wiped the cum from his face and licked it from his fingers. Stars. Din always tasted incredible in every way.
Still trembling, Din turned away from Boba and buried his face into the pillow.
“He’s speechless!” Fennec beamed. “Din, that was absolutely excellent for the first time! Far more than I excepted!”
Boba could hardly believe it, but it had happened. He’s seen it. He’d felt it. He’d tasted it. Din had unleashed a small waterfall, and it was quite clear to him it made his lover feel incredibly good. “Din...speak to me.”
“I-I,” Din choked on his own words, swallowing hard. “Kriff. That was…that was something else.”
“A good something else?” Boba questioned. He needed verbal confirmation.
Din nodded. “Y-yes. Very good.” Even now, he was still trembling.
“Good boy, Din,” Fennec purred with praise. “Next time, you can try and take it further. Just as he starts to squirt next time, enter him. See how much more he pumps out with that. Instead of a little splash, it’ll drench your face.”
Boba couldn't help but feel the arousal go straight to his groin. The little Din had shown him then was enough to get him hard, but the prospect of it being even more? He had a hard time imagining, but he tried. Oh, he tried.
“Should I leave you two to finish the job?” Fennec asked.
To Boba’s surprise, it was Din that answered. “Yes.” Tremors finally dying down, he reached up and pulled Boba down into a harsh kiss.
Boba took Din harder than he normally did. He felt an overbearing sense of possessiveness and ownership. Din enjoyed every second of it. He liked the hand on his throat. The hand on his hip pinning him down against the mattress. Din was still so sensitive after his squirting orgasm, and it didn’t take long before he was cumming again. It was small little squirts, nothing in comparison from before, but it still had Boba biting his lip. Oh, the possibilities.
The next time Boba worked his fingers inside of Din, he took Fennec’s advice and shoved his cock into his lover just as he started to squirt. Boba had only been able to get a few thrusts in before he found himself being forced out by something inside of Din. Boba didn’t get just a stream to his face. He got a geyser. Din covered his face in embarrassment as he quivered with his release, but Boba drank it all in.
Perhaps Boba should go to Fennec more often for advice.