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drasin · 3 years ago

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Dinfeld guys! And not just fanart but fic as well~

After drawing, a story popped into my head, so I wrote it extra.

Rating: T

Word count: 1,700

And the big BIG love to @zooheaded who was my beta reader and helped me to improve my work!

Enjoy!

Sitting in the chair, Migs doesn't take his eyes off Mando.

He watches his every move closely while Din works on the ship. With grace and confidence as if the sparking wires were no threat to him. Not a single movement escaped Migs' attention. A flex of a hand and nimble fingers, or helmet tilted gently to one side as he considers the wiring.

There was something so hypnotizing about him that Migs couldn't look away. Such a dangerous and wild warrior now so calm and relaxed in his company. Sometimes he still wonders what he did to deserve it.

What was the most eye-catching was the shiny beskar. Every twinkling light on the ship reflected in its surface, and even though it looked quite nice, Mayfeld's only thought right now was to rip off that damn helmet and throw it into a corner.

The thing is, he's been traveling with Mando for a year now. During that time, a lot has happened between them. They've both been through a lot and changed in their own way. They both gained and lost, until it finally occurred to them that they didn't want to be alone anymore. It all somehow worked out that they ended up together.

And in more ways than one.

Yeah, that was probably the most surprising thing, but this thing had started long enough ago that Migs wasn't going to start overthinking it or worrying about it now. He definitely preferred to live in the moment. That was why he was so eager to see Din's face again.

Mando took his helmet off much more often now. He practically didn't wear it at all when they were alone, which, on one hand was wonderful, but on the other hand it was just as much of a distraction. Djarin was pretty and handsome at the same time. In his armor he was always intimidating, and commanding the others. The black visor would reflect a dangerous flash, and one wrong move would herald death, but when he took that can off, Migs imagined the man was gaining a different kind of advantage. While the appearance of a ruthless warrior would attack his opponent's brain, commanding them to stay away; Din's bare face struck straight at the heart. Or at least it did in Migs' case.

He still remembers the first time he saw that dark hair and those brown eyes; they were burned into his mind so clearly that he saw them in his dreams for weeks afterwards. It was strange 'cause his face wasn't an extraordinary sight by any means. Din was just an average guy. Plain faced, with no real distinguishing features. Migs wouldn't have taken any notice of him if he passed by him somewhere in the city. Guess it was that softer contrast to his usual sharp appearance that charmed him so much.

The lost look in his eyes and his inability to hide his emotions was an extremely pleasant sight; but the more Migs thought about it, the more he wanted. Not just seeing but feeling. How truly soft his hair was. How it would feel if he slipped his fingers into it. Would the beard scratch him as Migs greedily pressed his lips against his? Would they be soft, or perhaps chapped or hungry? And would Migs see the spark of desire in those big warm eyes? Would Mando even be willing to return his caress? Or would he kill him on the spot.

He must have really been luckier than he thought, because those silly unrealistic fantasies that he repressed for so long finally became true.

Din pulled his helmet down in front of him again when they met alone. He looked at him, and Mayfeld melted under that gaze, and no matter how stupid or foolish it was, he wanted to take a chance, put everything on the line, and put his theories into practice.

And Migs was definitely luckier than he thought, or at least more than he thought he deserved, because as it would turn out, everything was just as perfect as he'd imagined.

They had been traveling together since then. They work, talk, eat, sleep, are there for each other, and teach one another things they had been missing earlier in life.

"It won't work without a new fuse." A modulated voice interrupted his contemplation to make him look at Mando soberly this time, recalling what he was even working on.

"So we're going into town for this?"

"No need, I talked to Boba earlier, he said he had some spares." Saying this Mando didn't look at him, but continued to work on the box, moving the colorful cables away to get to the screws behind them. "He'll stop by later when he gets off work."

"Oh, okay." he replied, taking a moment to wait for something more. Din, however, showed no intention of quitting what he was doing; staying just as busy as he had been for the past hour. At this stage Migs was already bored, and it got even worse when the urge to touch his partner grew stronger. He could easily suppress it and let Mando do what needed to be done, but honestly? Fuck it. After all, he's living in the moment. "Hey Din, show me that metal thing."

Mando turned to examine him questioningly. "The wrench?"

"Nah, your helmet." He quickly corrected by pointing at the beskar. "You look like you could use a little break." A slight playful smile broke onto his lips, revealing his true intentions.

Djarin stood still for a while, so a doubt flashed through Migs' head as to if he surely wasn't too pushy. But then Din took a few steps towards him, and the hands went up, slowly revealing the distinctive stubble and light smile.

"I get the feeling you'd like the breaks all the time." The helmet hit the table with a clatter, and Mayfeld didn't even peek ‘cause his gaze was now stuck in those brown eyes.

"It's hard to want anything else when you're around." The words flowed out almost instantly but Migs wasn't ashamed. He already marked it more than once in the past. Din's face was still fascinating in the same way. This sight never bored him, but always made him feel insufficiency.

He was rewarded with another soft smile, and then the fabric of Din's glove brushed his neck, making a shiver run through his back. Mando lifted his chin gently, and closing eyes, leaned in for a kiss.

Migs stretched his neck, meeting him halfway. And those warm lips with the rough stubble were exactly what he needed. The warmth quickly spread through his body.

Din usually started slowly, even timidly. Migs remembered how awkward his first kisses were; wonderfully adorable. Now as Djarin was gaining practice, the feeling changed, but he enjoyed them just as much.

Migs let him go at his own pace. He was glad when Din himself initiated the need for more closeness, and now the man wasn't pulling away from him, deepening their kiss more and more. He pushed against him and moved his hand to grip his neck more firmly. He kissed with tenderness, Migs could feel it in his every move. Besides, he always put a countless amount of love into every romantic gesture he made. It was so charming about him.

Eventually, Mando pulled away to take a breath.

Mayfield licked his lips and opened his eyes to see how a slight blush managed to cover his partner's cheeks. Din looked warmed up. Yeah, that was the flash of lust, couldn't be mistaken with anything else. He wanted more, and Migs was happy to give him that.

He touched the beskar on his forearm, moving his hand up his arm. He still didn't break eye contact and pulled Mando towards him so that he avoided the small table separating them. Din, reading his intentions flawlessly, settled into his lap and almost immediately dived in for another kiss. He was undeniably hungry almost as much as Migs.

This time two hands were already wrapped around his neck. Encouraged by Din’s boldness, he stopped holding back and took control. He tangled his fingers in the dark curls, drawing him closer.

The kiss became wet and their breaths hot. Mayfeld explored the limits by pressing against him with growing desire. The pauses for breath were short, and each further lips meeting more passionately. He used his tongue and then the teeth to bite his lips gently. His free hand landed on his knee and he slowly traveled higher up on the inside of his thigh avoiding the beskar. He stopped just before his groin squeezing grip tighter.

Djarin shook under his touch, reacting to each action by clenching his fists harder on the material of his shirt. At one point, he began to moan softly into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of the touch.

Migs couldn't help the smile that widened his lips. That was the reaction he was hoping for. He wanted more, he wanted to explore what condition he would be able to bring him to.

"Din, I brought you some spare parts. Stop kissing and tell me where the problem is." The sudden opening of the door as well as Boba's voice were equally startling.

Migs only flinched slightly, not even wanting to think about letting go of his partner. Din immediately jumped up from his lap as if burned. An unpleasant chill got to him at once, and Djarin's face disappeared hastily under his helmet.

"Sure, um... come in." Mando coughed, bringing his voice as well as his breathing to order. The helmet in Fett's case wasn't necessary, but he guessed Din didn't trust his facial expressions. He couldn't hide his emotions well, so he probably wanted to hide himself now.

Mayfeld sighed in disappointment and rested his chin on his hand, now watching the two Mandalorians rummage around the wires.

And it had been so nice... Fett could have at least warned them beforehand.

But he wasn't going to ruin his mood with that now. Migs couldn't be so easily distracted from something he wanted. Especially from Din. They would continue this tonight.

Or as soon as the intruder was gone.

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