Din watches with envy while Cobb runs his mouth over Rogue's body as he moves up from in between her thighs, his own lips pressing tight when she steals a kiss, knowing all too well that this is something he's not going to be able to indulge in today. In any other 'normal' time, this would have been good fodder to his own self-doubts regarding any sort of relationships he can have in his life, knowing he can never show his face other than to his children and riduur, but the deep fire of lust running in his veins is powerful enough to muddle any thoughts of the sort, for the moment. Instead, he lets himself be pulled inside the cabin by Cobb, any doubts concerning the other man's consent to this whole thing quickly fading away.
He's not one for sharing at all during sex, his Creed making it rather complicated to have more than one partner at a time, but the fact that these are the two persons he trusts the most on the Danaë helps put to rest his hesitation. He nods once at Cobb's request, and for a brief moment, Din wonders if the stories Cobb has heard about his people mentioned how incredibly intimate his offer to help him take off the armor is, but the sight of Rogue turning towards them, making a show of touching herself while he and Cobb take care of the armor silences any protests or questions that want to spill from his lips. Instead, Din reaches for his vambraces while the marshal deftly unclips his breastplate, not wanting the man to mistakingly set off the flamethrower or the Whistling Birds. Once the bracers find themselves on the floor, along with his gloves, revealing the golden skin Cobb has yet to see, he pulls on his cloak, unfurling it from his neck as the other man moves behind him, letting him admire to his heart's content the sight of Rogue as she moves closer to him.
He leans down as she reaches for the helmet, knowing fully well that her hands on the Beskar isn't meant to pull it off his head, and he sighs softly when she kisses the dark visor, still wishing he could feel her lips on his, but contents himself with what she offers, the gesture something he can easily interpret as intimate. He doesn't need to be told twice about removing her shirt, and he's already reaching for her before the piece of clothing hit the floor. His hand cup her face, his thumb trailing on the plush of her lower lip, dipping momentarily into her mouth if she lets him, before it slides down her neck, tracing the elegant line there before he moves to palm her breast. He feels the familiar weight of it, his thumb teasing the hardened nipple before she moves out of his reach to take care of his Beskar thigh guard. He groans with the lost of contact with her, but takes the opportunity to keep on taking off his own layers, the flak vest and his long sleeves shirt joining his cloak on the floor.
He can't stop the moan that leaves him when Rogue reaches inside his pants for his length, one hand instinctively coming up to the back of her head, pulling her into a kov'nyn, his voice rough both from lust and from something else he doesn't want to name:
"Mesh'la..."
The affectionate name falls off his mouth without thinking as he closes his eyes for a moment. He hasn't forgotten about the other man in the room with them, but Din has missed this, has missed them and the easiness that had blossomed between them on Sarano. He's very well aware that the dent in their relationship is all his fault and that this intimate moment between them might very well be only granted because of whatever has come over the ship. He greedily sears the moment in his mind before he gently let goes of Rogue, moving sidewise lightly when he feels her reach for Cobb, taking the opportunity to kick off his boots, each movement of his legs reverbating through friction between her hand and his cock, making it twitch with need.
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He's not one for sharing at all during sex, his Creed making it rather complicated to have more than one partner at a time, but the fact that these are the two persons he trusts the most on the Danaë helps put to rest his hesitation. He nods once at Cobb's request, and for a brief moment, Din wonders if the stories Cobb has heard about his people mentioned how incredibly intimate his offer to help him take off the armor is, but the sight of Rogue turning towards them, making a show of touching herself while he and Cobb take care of the armor silences any protests or questions that want to spill from his lips. Instead, Din reaches for his vambraces while the marshal deftly unclips his breastplate, not wanting the man to mistakingly set off the flamethrower or the Whistling Birds. Once the bracers find themselves on the floor, along with his gloves, revealing the golden skin Cobb has yet to see, he pulls on his cloak, unfurling it from his neck as the other man moves behind him, letting him admire to his heart's content the sight of Rogue as she moves closer to him.
He leans down as she reaches for the helmet, knowing fully well that her hands on the Beskar isn't meant to pull it off his head, and he sighs softly when she kisses the dark visor, still wishing he could feel her lips on his, but contents himself with what she offers, the gesture something he can easily interpret as intimate. He doesn't need to be told twice about removing her shirt, and he's already reaching for her before the piece of clothing hit the floor. His hand cup her face, his thumb trailing on the plush of her lower lip, dipping momentarily into her mouth if she lets him, before it slides down her neck, tracing the elegant line there before he moves to palm her breast. He feels the familiar weight of it, his thumb teasing the hardened nipple before she moves out of his reach to take care of his Beskar thigh guard. He groans with the lost of contact with her, but takes the opportunity to keep on taking off his own layers, the flak vest and his long sleeves shirt joining his cloak on the floor.
He can't stop the moan that leaves him when Rogue reaches inside his pants for his length, one hand instinctively coming up to the back of her head, pulling her into a kov'nyn, his voice rough both from lust and from something else he doesn't want to name:
"Mesh'la..."
The affectionate name falls off his mouth without thinking as he closes his eyes for a moment. He hasn't forgotten about the other man in the room with them, but Din has missed this, has missed them and the easiness that had blossomed between them on Sarano. He's very well aware that the dent in their relationship is all his fault and that this intimate moment between them might very well be only granted because of whatever has come over the ship. He greedily sears the moment in his mind before he gently let goes of Rogue, moving sidewise lightly when he feels her reach for Cobb, taking the opportunity to kick off his boots, each movement of his legs reverbating through friction between her hand and his cock, making it twitch with need.