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Just Ask

Summary:

Din's heat has lasted for a week straight and he refuses to ask his newly-courting alphas for help.

It wouldn't be so bad if they just... took things into their own hands, would it?

Notes:

Just gonna kind of hand-wavey the consent here, Din's not awake to give it nor have they discussed it, but he's chosen them as mates and nobody can communicate effectively here.

After this, they tell Fennec and she signs them up for throuples counselling. They learn a lot. All three go on to do individual counselling as well. They all alternate using the Rancor and a random massif that Din adopted as support animals to talk to. It works out.

This is for the 2023 Secret Santa!

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He was going to do it again. Even after all the subtle glances, all the flirtatious gazes across the room, all the outright “we’d be happy to help you out with that…” comments, he was going to do it again, all alone instead of letting them help. Their poor omega… why did he feel like he always had to handle everything on his own, when Cobb and Boba were right there ?

Cobb sighed, leaning on Boba’s throne just a little as Din rebuffed them yet again, stiffly leaving the room. Boba’s hand came up to squeeze his fingers tightly. The three of them had been out on a few dates since Fennec had essentially locked them in a closet and forced them together to talk through their feelings , and while Boba and Cobb weren’t completely comfortable with each other yet, Din’s refusal to spend his early, unexpected heat with the two alphas was bringing them closer than they had ever been.

“Not again. Not one more night,” the Daimyo said gruffly, “we fix this tonight.” He sprawled back against the throne, echoing Cobb’s heavy sigh with one of his own and tugging on Cobb’s hand absently.

Cobb’s upset expression was replaced with a grin, “seriously? You’re finally going to agree now ? It’s been a week!”

“He’s in pain, and he’s being a di’kut about it. I am done with this. We’re doing this tonight, or I can do it myself if you’re going to back out?” Boba’s raised brow challenged Cobb, “trust me, I don’t need you to satisfy him.” 

“Too bad, O King,” Cobb mocked, a bit of alpha rivalry seeping out though they normally got along fairly well, “together or not at all. At midnight, in front of his suite.”

Cobb left with a skip in his step and headed in the direction of his own rooms just off of Boba’s and Din’s suites. He had some prep of his own to do first, and maybe a quick nap. Boba grunted as the Marshal left, attention turning back to the paperwork that Fennec kept foisting on him since he’s the Daimyo and all though mostly he just flipped through without really seeing it. If they were going to do this tonight, they were going to do it right and make sure Din was well taken care of, since he clearly wasn’t going to do it himself.



Both of them were early to their clandestine meeting, and clearly had the same idea as they were wrapped in soft, dark robes that would be easy to take off, with nothing at all underneath. Boba opened Din’s door with his passcode and they sauntered inside, pulling the door shut with a soft click as it locked automatically. The lights were already on, low and hazy. Din kept his quarters utilitarian bar a few touches, mostly gifts from Cobb or Boba alongside a weapons and armour cabinet.

With the sleeping pills that Din had dosed himself with to get through his heat, it’s not like they were going to wake him anyway. And what a sight he made, sprawled on the bed on his belly, completely bare except for the thick, heavy heat-relief plug up his hole, embedded full of pheromones to ease him through heat while he was kept asleep by the drugs. They both softened to see the gauzy scarf - one of Cobb’s, actually - tied around his throat in a facsimile of a claiming collar. He would look so good in their collars one day, maybe with a fancy leash so they could guide him around properly.

His skin glistened, the sweat from his body rising as his heat grew and grew. Even dosed to sleep peacefully as he was, Din was clearly uncomfortable and the sheets were messy, tangled and wrapped around his limbs like crude, ineffective cuffs. Which they also wouldn’t mind seeing on him, one day… The omega shifted slightly, unconsciously humping the bed but the pills kept him knocked out and his body wasn’t able to get the relief he so desperately needed despite the plug keeping him nicely full. It didn’t fuck him like they could, it just helped get him through a week of heat but with no real relief beyond physiologically.

Cobb reached out a hand involuntarily as Din moaned. The poor omega, he seemed so resigned to being alone for his heat, but he had to know that Cobb and Boba would make it all better for him. Except even their most concerted efforts had been rebuffed but as Boba had pointed out, he wasn’t going to say no now. Maybe Din hadn’t asked them as was tradition, but they hadn’t missed how he leaned into every feather-light touch on his skin or even on his armour during the day.

After nearly a week of Din being in heat even on light guard duty, they could tell how miserable he was and they had finally had enough. Very few omegas resorted nowadays to sleeping pills and fake, pheromone-filled knots, but Din had always been overly traditional himself. That was probably an understatement. But really, this was for his own good then, and he’d be feeling so much better by tomorrow that his heat would abate and they probably wouldn’t even need to come back the next night.

Boba had won the coin toss earlier, so he happily went first. Cobb wasn’t exactly upset with that, with his girth Din would probably appreciate the extra prep. And he did so love to see Boba work his magic; the two alphas had met up a few times since the three of them started dating just to work out the dynamic shift, they didn’t want Din in the middle of a dominance fight despite the fact that the omega could clearly handle his own.

The Daimyo didn’t waste a moment, hands petting over Din’s thighs like the flanks of a nervous animal. Even that light touch seemed to soothe the omega slightly, and he settled just a bit under Boba who climbed onto the bed and hovered over Din. His robe lay discarded on the floor, and so Cobb had a great view of his cock emerging from its sheath.

And what a view it was. Whether from some inherited genetics or some fluke of the cloning process, they weren’t sure, but the member that snaked its way out of Boba’s protective sheath and immediately began to slither around Din’s ass wasn’t a typical alpha cock like Cobb’s. At least 10 inches long, it was flexible and slender, tapering at the tip before growing to an almost flower-like crown of thin tendrils that moved as they desired, seeking out a mate. Cobb had never seen anything like it, and Boba had never really had the chance to compare with any clones, so it remained a mystery. 

Cobb chuckled quietly, watching with eager eyes as it was clear the tentacle-like cock had a one-track mind. The tendrils at the crown wriggled their way to the cleft of Din’s ass and grasped onto the plug, tugging at it gently until Boba reached down to give himself a helping hand. The toy slid out smoothly, slicked by Din’s own body and he wasted no time before pressing inside.

The alphas froze as Din moaned, clearly the plug wasn’t nearly enough and having anything inside him was a relief at this point. As much as the pheromones on the toy eased heat, only an alpha could abate it entirely. Still asleep, their omega grinded against the bed slowly and luxuriously, and Boba’s cock quite literally pulled itself further inside. 

The little tendrils acted as guides and scouts, skimming over anything interesting until they found Din’s prostate. Sensitive from heat, even the barest touch from the tiny tentacles made the omega’s whole body shiver in delight. Boba wasn’t even fully into him yet with half of his cock still visible, but he allowed his body to tease and torture the sleeping omega, gently thrusting into him. The tendrils almost rooted themselves into his hole, gently trying to hold onto Boba’s mate from the inside. If Boba was in rut himself, the tendrils would have burrowed further into Din’s body, holding him still so an egg could be positioned deep inside him and keeping them locked together until it was implanted firmly inside. But for now, they just tugged and toyed with the omega’s prostate, happy to be somewhere warm and wet and so very, very receptive.

But this time, Boba simply enjoyed the noises that his sleeping mate made. Every pull out caused the tendrils to grope and grasp at Din’s prostate, and every thrust in made them try to hold on fruitlessly. Eventually he grew tired of the teasing, and thrust inside more firmly, pushing well past Din’s prostate. The head of his cock drew inward, the tendrils coming together to form a tapered end and heightening sensation for Boba every time he fucked in.

Even unconscious, Din was humping the bed already and it felt like his hole was just sucking Boba’s cock inside. Cobb peeked again, just to see where they were joined together with Din’s wet, hot heat trapping Boba’s alien cock inside. Despite the omega’s slow grind against the bed, he still had that limp tranquility that only sleep could bring to the normally alert beroya . Cobb pressed himself against the side of the bed, then shrugged off his robe.

Cobb couldn’t help fondle his own dick, Din’s quiet moans at each thrust making him jealous and wanting to fuck the omega even more. The air smelled like mating, and he panted heavily, breathing in the sweet scent of his chosen mates. He was actually glad Boba wasn’t a traditional alpha with a knot, there was no way he would be able to wait for them to tie and release. Cobb would happily knot with Din however, and give him all the release and relief he needed.

Their plan, after all, was just to help the omega through his heat, clean him up, and be gone before he woke up. Even if Din hadn’t asked for their help, they were courting and it was for his own good. And a little bit for theirs, really…

Boba bent low over Din, front melding to Din’s back as he stopped teasing the man beneath him and really started to fuck him in earnest. He was able to keep up such a steady, constant rhythm that Cobb could tell he was getting close when his pace started to stutter and he really drove into Din with big, heavy strokes. 

“He’s so, uh,” Boba growled, “so fucking hot inside, Cobb, c’mere,” and obligingly Cobb reached a calloused hand to feel where they were joined. Boba’s cock, flexible yet sturdy, flexed under him and he could feel the ripples as Boba got closer and closer, the little waves that would have moved an egg from Boba’s body into Din’s for incubation. Boba’s cock was slick and pumped in and out steadily, and the Daimyo cursed as Cobb’s nimble fingers stroked alongside his movements.

Just feeling from the outside wasn’t enough though, and Cobb slid a thick finger into Din, just where they joined. It fit easily, Din’s slick combined with Boba’s precum smoothing the way inside. Both men groaned, and when met with an equal moan from Din Boba exploded, hot seed coating the inside of his mate even as he continued to thrust several more times before coming to a stop, resting most of his weight on Din’s back. The omega didn’t seem upset, even asleep, and Cobb could even hear a faint, rusty purr, a sound that they had never heard before from Din.

Cobb was hard enough to cut transparisteel and barely managed to stay still and not throw Boba off of Din’s back so he could take his place. The other alpha slipped out as his cock, limp and sated, twined back inside its sheath and he flopped over onto the big, soft bed, landing on his back and reaching up one hand to card through Din’s messy, damp hair.

The Marshal wasted no time, eagerly shifting from Din’s side to behind him. The omega’s hole was wet and gaping slightly, clear evidence of Boba’s use and he wasted no time slipping inside in one long, steady push. He felt Din’s hole squeeze around his cock, just a bit thicker than Boba and even as relaxed in sleep as Din was, Cobb felt Din’s shudders rock through him.

There was something incredibly hot about fucking Din like this. Cobb loved an active partner, couldn’t wait to watch Din ride him one day, but having Din’s passive form beneath him was the most unguarded he had ever seen the Mandalorian, and he couldn’t help it, he just had to knot him. Boba would guard them both while he gave their omega what he so desperately needed.

It really was so rare to see him like this, sweet and open and unguarded. The drugs kept him asleep but they also lowered his guard, and without his helmet his face was so expressive. They had become part of his family, had seen him without the helmet many times, but it was so different like this, like every protective layer had been stripped from him.

“Such a pretty omega,” he murmured, “so fucking beautiful like this, all mine-ours,” he amended as Boba growled. 

Cobb continued, “So needy, I can feel how much you want my knot, Din, yes, and I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, I know you’re not even awake to remember this but we’re going to claim every inch of you and you’re never going to spend another heat alone.” Every thrust into Din’s body felt like coming home, like pure and utter satisfaction wrapped up in dominance and so much pleasure it was almost unbearable.

Every thrust was more like rocking in and out with Cobb’s knot starting to form, he could pop it in and out at first but eventually it was a struggle, and Cobb knew he had to shove his knot inside fully or it wouldn’t give Din any sort of reprieve from his heat. The alpha gave one last forceful thrust, the knot pressing up against Din’s entrance until the omega’s body finally allowed him in to join them together. All three moaned, Boba recovered and watching from beside Din on the bed, petting over Din’s hair and back gently.

Even after the two of them had fucked him completely open and pretty much senseless apart from the sharp “ah, ah, ah” of whining moans, Din’s hole still clamped down tight onto Cobb’s thick girth as the even broader knot was forced inside, sealing them both together as Cobb’s orgasm triggered Din in a gush of wetness and omega scent, filling the room even more with the scent of lust and mating.

Cobb had completely filled him up and Din was so tight and hot around him, gripping his knot perfectly. He could smell them, all three of them, his scent and Boba’s and Din’s combining to tell everyone that they were a mated triad, that they belonged to each other.

The overload of endorphins and pheromones had one unexpected side effect, however, and that was to dampen the sleeping pills’ effects just enough that Din woke up. 

Din gasped, moaning loudly and rutting into the bed, grinding against the knot and the alpha on his back. It hadn’t been a dream, the most wonderful, erotic dream he could ever remember. He had gone to sleep alone except for his toy, the door very firmly locked, but that thick, fat knot inside him, that cock rubbing against every tender part of his hole so deliciously, that was definitely not his toy. 

The lean body covering him held him down, whispering gently, and he could feel the wiry muscle in the arms that pinned him. If it had been anyone else, he would have killed whoever had dared mount him without permission, but the room was full of the scent of his mates. He was confused though, only those two alphas had even the barest right to ask to join him for his heat and neither of them had, much to his chagrin.

Those hands were unyielding, so strong yet surprisingly gentle for all that they were holding him down. He could hear the whispers that had been drowned out in his rutting now, and suddenly went boneless in the grip of his chosen mates. 

“Din, it’s us, it’s okay sweetheart, you’re okay,” they both kept up the refrain, holding Din down only so that he wouldn’t hurt himself or them, not realizing that Din knew exactly who they were.

“What the krif -ohhh,” Din cut himself off with a long, sweet moan as he moved, Cobb’s thick alpha cum spilling inside him just right.

“Din, we-” Cobb growled, also cut off as Din’s shifting caused his knot to be massaged in delightfully fun ways.

“Din, this was ridiculous,” Boba stated flatly, “we’re courting and you still didn’t ask for our help, even though you clearly, desperately wanted it. I saw how you looked at us before you left today. It’s been a week ,” he said, consternation fading into explanation.

“Why didn’t you ask ?” he said, confused and sleepy, “you’re supposed to ask me. Then I say yes,” he grumbled. That was how things worked in the covert, which Din… admittedly realized now had been a rather unique upbringing with an interesting set of rules. It was considered polite for the alpha to declare an interest and his intentions to their potential mate, and then the omega (or beta, or alpha) could accept or decline as they would.

“We offered,” Cobb said before groaning helplessly as Din shifted, tugging on his knot and causing another blurt of alpha cum to fill up his mate, “ both of us offered to help you out, even today. Remember?” The alphas had hinted as much as they could, but especially in the Outer Rim territories where consent and slavery made relationships tricky sometimes, the omega always requested a chosen alpha for their heats, even with bonded pairs. Technically Boba and Cobb had skirted the rules here, but Din had been so upset when he had left the throne room…

Din paused for a moment, “wait. You mean when you said you’d help me out while I was reviewing guard rotation schedules ? I don’t need help with those. I’m better at those than you are,” he said flatly, rolling his dark eyes. Boba sputtered, he and Cobb had been so obvious about their desire to help Din through his heat. Right? But if Din thought they were supposed to ask him, and they thought he was supposed to ask them … oh kriff.

“I blatantly stared at your ass for 5 minutes straight,” Cobb offered flirtatiously and a little incredulously, and Din frowned, even as he nuzzled against Cobb’s hand, brought up to cup his face gently.

“When was that?” he asked, shifting back in Boba’s arms to face Cobb more directly.

The Marshal responded, “when that cartel last week offered to pay Boba off if he’d let their spice route continue, and-” he trailed off for a moment, “and you shot the big one and stabbed the green one?” he finished weakly. 

Din didn’t bother responding to that. He had felt eyes on him at that meeting, yes, but they were the eyes of the cartel members who would have gladly stripped him down and sold his beskar for parts.

“Next time you want to spend my heat with me, alphas ,” he purred, deciding to forgive them for now, “just ask .” Both Cobb and Boba melted at that, and snuggled in even closer until all three were wrapped around each other like vines. Cobb’s cock still nestled deep into his mate, and Boba’s sated tendrils were dormant for now, but would wake them unconsciously in the morning for a very pleasant second (or third) round.