Din woke up to Boba's arms around him, their legs tangled together, Boba's heart beating steadily against Din's cheek. Din sighed contentedly and wriggled closer, pressing his face into Boba's chest. Boba grunted sleepily, his arms tightening around Din's waist.

"Din?" He mumbled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against Din's ear. "Everything all right?"

"Hm." Din agreed, curling his toes against Boba's calf.

Boba pressed a sleepy kiss to Din's shoulder, the touch sending a pleasant shiver down Din's spine. Din shifted a little in Boba's arms, turning his head to look up at Boba. Boba smiled and leaned down to kiss him, languid and slow. Little sparks danced up Din's spine, heat burning low in his belly, his skin warming as his body responded to Boba's touch. The kiss shifted into something more, his limbs tingling with sudden desire, his cock stirring with sleepy arousal.

Boba evidently felt that edge of desire as much as Din, because he broke the kiss, touching his forehead to Din's. "How are you feeling?" He murmured.

"Good." Din replied, panting. He shifted slightly so that he lay half on top of Boba, the bedsheets twisted around his legs. His skin tingled with warmth, hyper aware of all the little places where Boba's naked body touched his own. "Good." He repeated.

Boba hummed, tracing the curve of Din's shoulder with a calloused thumb. "You up for round two?" He asked softly.

Din's breath caught in his throat, heat rising to his face. "I - yeah."

Boba looked at him carefully, his gaze serious despite his obvious desire. "You sure?"

"Yeah." Din said, his stomach swooping with excitement. "I want to."

"Okay." Boba murmured, leaning in to kiss Din.

Din met him eagerly, parting his lips and chasing Boba's tongue with his own. Boba hummed, a low sound that vibrated against Din's lips, and took Din's face tenderly in both hands, his calluses rasping against Din's patchy beard. Din shifted so that he lay on top of Boba, kissing him until he was breathless and panting. Boba smiled up at him, tracing his jaw with a thumb.

"Good?" Din asked breathlessly, rolling his hips against Boba's, bumping their noses together.

"Hm." Boba agreed. He moved his hands lower, holding Din by the hips. "Can I -"

"Yeah." Din nodded, leaning back as Boba shifted into a sitting position. Smiling, Boba pulled Din into his lap, his hands strong and sure, and kissed Din's cheek. Blushing, Din leaned his head back as Boba pressed gentle kisses to his jaw, his neck, his collarbone.

"So beautiful." Boba murmured, his voice a low, warm rumble that sent shivers down Din's spine.

Din shifted in Boba's lap, letting Boba guide his hips into a slow rhythm, grinding against Boba's thigh. He moaned at the friction, heat pooling in his belly.

"That's it." Boba panted, his breath hot against Din's neck. "That's it."

"Boba -" Din panted into Boba's neck, shifting and rolling his hips as he ground against Boba's thigh. Boba's chest heaved underneath him, his hands guiding Din's hips in a steady rhythm, his breath tickling the back of Din's neck.

He leaned back to let Boba kiss his neck, the touch of Boba's lips hot and electric against his skin, sending shivers down Din's spine.

Boba hummed, trailing kisses across Din's neck, his earlobe, his jaw. His hands traveled lower, his calloused palms warm against Din's skin. "This okay?" He murmured, his voice ragged, setting his hands on Din's ass.

"Yeah." Din groaned, the rolling of his hips becoming desperate, erratic. "Yeah, like - like that."

Boba kissed him, smiling against his lips. Din clutched Boba's arms and moaned softly, grinding against Boba's thigh. Their kiss became fierce, desperate, almost as if they were one being, pressed together skin to skin. Boba ran his tongue along Din's teeth, the feeling so intoxicating it made Din's head swim, his body yearning for Boba's touch.

Reluctantly, Din broke the kiss to take a breath, his lungs burning, and pressed his forehead to Boba's, brushing their noses together. Boba's breath was hot against Din's skin, his forehead slippery with sweat. His hands were strong and sure, holding Din close, guiding his increasingly desperate thrusts. Din made a thin sound in the back of his throat, increasing his speed, near out of his mind from the thrill of Boba's touch. He tightened his grip on Boba's arms, panting, his legs trembling underneath him.

"Boba -"

"I've got you." Boba murmured, his voice rough and unsteady, his chest heaving. "I've got you, Din'ika, I've got you."

Din rolled his hips once, twice, and came with a hoarse shout, collapsing into Boba's grip. Boba groaned raggedly, and came shortly after Din, his hips twitching underneath Din. Din pressed his forehead closer to Boba's, trembling, Boba's hands holding him steady as his body shook with the aftershocks of pleasure. Boba ran a calloused hand up Din's back, his touch achingly gentle.

"All - all right?" He asked hoarsely.

"Yeah." Din managed, his heart racing in his chest. "You?"

"Yeah." Boba smiled, pulling back a little to press a gentle kiss to Din's cheek. "Good morning."

Din snorted, blushing. "Good morning."

He felt Boba smile against his cheek, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin of Din's jaw. "I need a shower." He murmured, his lips warm against Din's cheekbone. "Care to join me?"

"I - I don't think I'm up for anything more right now." Din said, blushing. Sweat trickled down his neck, his back. Stray hairs tickled his forehead, itching. His stomach and legs were wet and sticky, fluid dripping onto the sheets underneath him.

"Okay." Boba agreed easily. "But do you want to take a shower?"

"I-" Din scratched the back of his neck, uncertain.

"Just a shower." Boba promised, reading Din's reluctance.

"All right." Din agreed. The thought of using Boba's water shower was tempting.

"All right." Boba repeated, taking Din's hand and lacing their fingers together. "C'mon."

He led Din into the fresher, fiddling with the controls on the shower to turn it on. Still holding Din's hand, Boba stepped into the shower, taking Din with him. Din sighed with relief as he stepped under the spray, the hot water wonderfully soothing. He let out an appreciative groan, blushing as Boba chuckled.

"Good, right?" Boba grinned, reaching for a sponge and lathering it with soap.

"This is amazing." Din said fervently.

"Being Daimyo has some perks." Boba said, a little smugly.

He reached over and began scrubbing Din's back with the sponge, the sensation sending shivers down Din's spine.

Din hummed in agreement, leaning into Boba's touch, closing his eyes. Boba pressed a gentle kiss to Din's shoulder blade, his lips warm against Din's skin. He set the sponge back on its little shelf and reached for a bottle next to it. The sweet, slightly smoky smell of sandalwood and herbs filled the air as Boba lathered shampoo into Din's hair, his fingertips strong and firm. Din leaned into the touch with a contented groan, blushing as Boba chuckled.

"Good?" Boba asked, kissing Din's neck softly as he continued massaging the shampoo into Din's hair.

"Hm." Din agreed, tilting his head back slightly to let Boba rinse his hair.

"Good." Boba repeated, smiling into Din's neck. He wrapped his arms around Din's waist, pressing gentle kisses to Din's neck, his shoulder blade, the knobs of his spine.

Din turned around in Boba's arms, blushing as Boba kissed his cheek. "Let me?" He asked, reaching for the sponge.

Boba nodded agreeably, kissing Din's cheek again before handing him the soap. He turned around to let Din scrub his back, sighing contentedly. Din did his best to replicate Boba's gentle massage, using a firm pressure to work the knots out of Boba's shoulders. He set aside the sponge and began massaging in earnest, working his way down Boba's shoulders to his back, finding tight muscles and working away the tension there.

Boba expressed his appreciation with a soft groan, leaning into Din's touch. Din kissed his shoulder, smiling, and wrapped his arms around Boba's middle. Boba took his hand and laced their fingers together, leaning his head back to rest against Din's shoulder. They stood like that for a moment, just holding each other, sudsy hot water dripping down their arms, their legs, steam clouding the shower's glass door.

Finally, Boba sighed and turned to face Din, smiling ruefully. "I'd better get dressed." He said apologetically, squeezing Din's hand. "Fennec and I have a meeting in Mos Espa in an hour."

Din nodded, reaching over to turn off the water. "Need any backup?"

Boba waved a hand. "We should be fine. Besides, you've got the kid to take care of."

He stepped out of the shower and reached for a set of towels hanging nearby, handing one to Din and taking another for himself.

"Still." Din said, taking the towel and drying himself off. "You shouldn't go on your own."

Boba grinned wolfishly, securing the towel around his waist. "I won't be alone. Fennec will be there, and those rich offworlders are more scared of her than they are of me. I'll be fine, Din'ika. Rest. Take the kid for a bantha ride."

Din rolled his eyes. "You're sure you'll be all right?"

Boba's grin softened into a fond smile, his eyes warm and affectionate. "I'll be back by dinner." He promised, leaning in to kiss Din. Din kissed him back eagerly, dropping the towel and taking Boba's face in his hands, his skin slippery and wet underneath Din's fingertips. Boba set his hands on Din's hips, his calluses rough against the sensitive skin. Din hummed, parting his mouth to let Boba run his tongue along Din's teeth, the sensation sending little sparks of pleasure up his spine.

Boba pressed in closer, kissing him until they were both breathless and panting, heat smoldering in Din's belly. Boba broke the kiss with an apologetic sound, bumping his nose against Din's.

"I should get dressed." He murmured, stroking Din's hip with a calloused thumb.

Din nodded, blushing. "I should check on the kid, feed him breakfast." He said, leaning down to pick up the towel he had dropped.

Boba kissed his cheek and stepped back to let Din dry off properly, heading out of the fresher. Din dried his hair with the towel before following close behind, his eyes lingering on the shape of Boba's body.

Boba looked over and caught Din's eye, grinning. He reached for his clothes from the day before, stretching exaggeratedly as he put on his black robes, his skin shining in the soft morning light. "See something you like?" He teased, fastening the robes around his waist.

"Yes." Din said honestly, blushing.

Boba grinned, reeling Din in for another biting kiss, his teeth sharp as they nipped Din's lower lip. Din melted into the kiss, making a soft noise of protest as Boba pulled away.

"I really do need to get to that meeting." Boba said regretfully, reaching for his chest plate. He fastened it in place and began putting on the rest of his armor.

"Right." Din said, clearing his throat, his heart still hammering in his chest. He felt giddy, impossibly young, like a lovesick young apprentice courting down in the covert. An old memory flashed through his mind, blurred with time. Furtive touches, wandering hands, his age mates giggling together in dark corners of the covert, helmets pressed together, armor plates half unbuckled as their touches grew more and more desperate.

Enough. He told himself sternly, reaching for his clothes. We're not teenagers. There's work to be done.

Ignoring the heat pooling in his belly, he quickly dressed in his clothes from the day before, followed by his flight suit and armor. Finally, he picked up his helmet, staring at its impassive visor for a moment before tucking it under his arm, the armorer's scorn ringing in his ears.

It's my armor. Din thought fiercely. It's mine.

Boba watched him carefully but didn't say anything, his own helmet under one arm.

Din cleared his throat again, shifting his feet a little awkwardly. "Hungry?" He asked.

Boba checked the position of the suns, grimacing. "Not much time before I have to head out. Why don't you and the kid get something to eat? I'll see you at dinner."

"All right." Din agreed, ignoring the stab of disappointment curdling in his stomach. He'd gotten used to spending most of his time at Boba's side, sharing meals, discussing business, even taking care of Grogu.

He's the Daimyo. Din reminded himself. He has other things to do.

"I'll be fine." Boba said, bumping his shoulder gently against Din's. "I promise."

Din just nodded, wrestling with the tangled feelings twisting in his gut. He leaned into Boba, knocking their pauldrons together.

Boba kissed his cheek softly, before pulling away and putting on his helmet. They walked to the lift together, standing side by side as it carried them to the main floor. The door opened with a soft chime, and Din followed Boba as he walked down the hallway towards the throne room.

Fennec was already seated at the bar, a shot glass in hand and a blaster rifle strapped to her back. "Morning." She said, smirking as she raised her glass in Din's direction.

Din blushed furiously, but Boba just snorted, the sound muffled by his vocoder. "Ready to go?"

Fennec nodded, downing the contents of her glass and setting it back on the bar with a soft clink. "After you, boss."

Boba turned to Din and bumped his wrist against Din's. "I'll see you tonight?" He asked softly, voice pitched too low for Fennec to hear.

"Tonight." Din agreed.

Boba nodded and turned to Fennec, clearing his throat. "Let's go."

"See you later, Djarin." Fennec said, sliding off her chair with a wink. "Don't worry, I won't wear him out too much."

"Shut up, Shand." Boba grumbled, Fennec's laughter echoing against the stone walls as they left the room.