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The low murmur of conversation leaked through the door, Senators and party goers wandering the halls as the gala continued, but Burryaga didn’t focus on any of that. Didn’t focus on the chatter, the sound of constant footsteps that passed by their room. Not when he had a much better thing to focus on, just below him.
It was dark, the curtains drawn on their balcony blocking out the moon's rays. But Burryaga could just make Bell out below him.
And by the Light what a sight he made.
Bell splayed out over the sheets, his arms thrown over his eyes as he desperately choked down his whimpers in an effort to stay quiet, skin shiny from sweat that Burryaga wanted to lick from his flesh, his braids in disarray- the bruises. The bruises and marks Burryaga had bitten into his skin, had suckled and imprinted with abandon, littering every surface of skin he could manage. The sharp angle of his collarbones pronounced with every heave of his chest, and as Burry trailed a palm down to Bell’s abdomen, he couldn’t stop the smug, self-satisfied smirk from splitting his lips.
Where Bell’s stomach was usually all toned muscles and flat planes- they were now slightly elevated, and Burryaga gurgled out a soft moan as he pressed his hand down, pleasure zipping down his spine. But that didn’t compare to the noise Bell made. A strangled, desperate mewl escaped bells mouth, startling loud in the quiet and frankly, a little pathetic. Burryaga knew he was big but Stars’ he hadn’t expected to actually see himself through Bell’s stomach- It was undeniably hot for himself, and as Burry rolled his hips, feeling himself move under his hand, Bell all but sobbed, his pleasure flooding the Force around them in a wave that only mingled with Burryaga’s mind. In the dark, flushed with pleasure, Bell Zettifar was gorgeous. Debauched and unravelling with every kiss, every thrust into his body as he let Burryaga take him.
Burryaga cooed, trailing his hand back up to gently peel Bell’s arm away from his face. “Let me see you, please?”
He kept his voice soft, a mere purr as Bell’s throat bobbed with a shuddering gasp, and as his arm fell away, Burryaga cupped his cheek. Tender and soft.
Bell’s eyepatch had miraculously remained in place, his functional eye a soft glow- the beautiful copper a mere ring swallowed by his pupil. They were watery, filled with tears and Burryaga reached down their bond to envelop him in a sense of comfort, to give Bell an anchor amongst all the pleasure.
“Oh, my darling, you’re doing so well for me.” He praised, keeping his pace slow but firm. Deep. “So pretty, so warm and welcoming.”
Bell whimpered once more, a choked “Burry-” Falling from his lips like a prayer.
“What do want my love?” Burryaga asked gently, brushing his lips over Bells, humming as Bell’s fingers dug into his fur. “Are you close?”
Bell shuddered beneath him, nodding faintly.
“Please.” He choked. “Need you, w-want to feel you-”
Burryaga swept a thumb over his cheek. He’d been incredibly gentle, kept his pace slow as to let Bell adjust. They hadn’t seen each other in so long- nearly a year of separation had clearly caused their bodies to fade from each other's memories. No matter how much Burryaga teased Bell, tortured him with praise and gentle touches, he’d never ever actually hurt him. Bell was too precious to him- Burryaga too aware of how easy it was to hurt the one who trusted him most.
Burryaga nuzzled Bell’s sweaty cheeks, nosing down to press a kiss to the edge of his jaw, the human’s pulse thrumming unsteadily under his lips. Desperate. In the Force, Bell was a quivering system of roots and tree’s, a vortex of red and orange leaves. Burning with light.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, kissing Bell’s pulse point again. “You just have to stay quiet, okay?”
Bell nodded shakily, choking on his breath and Burryaga snapped his hips forward, his moans strangled and tiny as Burryaga grinded into him with the single intent of pushing Bell over the edge. He didn’t care for anything else, just Bell’s pleasure. Just Bell.
Bell continued to hiccup and babble beneath him, strong fingers tugging on his fur with every thrust, every roll of Burry’s hips. He reached out in the Force, calling for Burryaga, and as he tangled with Bell’s mind, his own pleasure only doubled. It was overwhelming, enough to make his thrusts stutter as it registered, stoking the arousal burning in his belly. Bell’s pleasure mingled and twined with his own, turning from just Bell to BellandBurry, a maze of mirrors reflecting their pleasure and arousal at one another. It was messy but beautiful, frustration and longing melding into a forest of colourful trees.
Their love. Theirs.
No one else's’.
Burryaga clung to Bell with an emotion that some would have called possessiveness. But for Burryaga, it wasn’t. Bell was his, and he was Bell’s. That was how their universe simply was. They fought for this, with blood and tears and hope. Burryaga wasn’t possessive. He’d simply fought to hard to let Bell go easily.
Bell tensed beneath him, his pants becoming quicker and quicker, filling the space between them and Burryaga could only kiss him, swallowing his moans and begs. He didn’t need to ask anything. He felt Bell. Knew what he wanted, what he needed. Balancing on one arm once more, Burryaga trailed his hand down, brushing over Bell’s chest and skimming his fingers over his hip bones. Bell’s hips jerked, and Burryaga hushed him, hand gently circling around Bell’s weeping cock. That tiny point of contact drew another strangled gasp from Bell, and Burryaga purred in satisfaction. He kept his touch light. A gentle tug to bring Bell closer to his peak, brushing his thumb over the head, dripping with pre. Burryaga kissed him once more, enjoying Bell’s distracted kisses.
“So wet for me.” He teased, tightening his grip, the push-pull motion of his hand firmer. Bell moaned, and Burryaga drank it down eagerly, keeping the pleasure a constant wave as Bell’s body wound tighter and tighter until-
Bell jerked up and their lips clashed and melded, a muffled wail filling their room as Bell came, his released soaking Burry’s hand, dripping down in pearly streams. Burryaga kept his hips in that dirty grind, holding Bell close as his own release got closer and closer, chasing that high that only Bell could give him.
They clung to one another, praise falling from Burryaga’s lips in a stream of love, lips aching as he moaned his relief into Bell’s mouth as his own orgasm crashed over him. Bell was a hot vice around him as he came, Bell whimpering as he was filled. Burryaga’s hips stuttered, overstimulation buzzing along his nerves like little shocks of lightning. Burryaga pulled out with a groan, Bell’s soft gasp caressing his ears as Burryaga collapsed to the side, carefully pulling Bell into his arms and away from the small patch of spend that hand dripped to the sheets.
They lay there in the dark, panting and soaking in the others touch, fingers caressing skin and fur, the Force settling into a pleased peace. Satiated.
Burryaga purred, mixing with Bell’s soft humming as they melted into one another, limbs tangling as they gentle rose the waves of their pleasure together, melded in body and mind.
“….I missed you.”
Bell’s voice was soft, a mere breath in the dark.
Burryaga trilled out an agreement, carefully pulling up the blanket and tucking it around their naked bodies, more for Bell’s comfort than his own.
Bell curled in closer, cuddling close until there was no inch of spare space. It was sweaty, hot and perfect.
“Sleep,” Burry urged when Bell yawned, angling his head to kiss his forehead. “We can clean up and talk tomorrow.”
Bell groaned softly. “I am not arguing with that one bit.”
Burryaga laughed and nuzzled him once more. He had his Partner back, and Burryaga couldn’t have been happier. The Light of his life.
With Bell cradled in his arms, Burryaga let himself fall into sleep, his heart beating in sync with Bell’s.