#please enjoy my shitty low effort meme

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hello yes I am here to promote my Fox/Dogma agenda via ask memes

Can I ask for 35 please and thank

35 - A kiss against a wall

Always happy to help push an agenda! This one got a little spicy ;3

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Prison fucking sucks.

Dogma keeps drawing comparisons to Kamino, and he’s come to the conclusion that, of the two, he prefers Kamino. Both have strict regulations, shitty food, and uncomfortable beds, but at least on Kamino, Dogma had his vode. The only vode here are the Corrie Guards staffing the place, and they aren’t allowed to show Dogma any favoritism, lest they risk earning a place on his side of the bars.

There is, however, one bright side.

Fox.

Fox, as Marshal Commander, gets to decide his own schedule. And while he can’t spend every shift at the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center, he makes a hell of an effort to be there as often as he can. And Dogma always enjoys his visits.

“Shoulda shot Krell sooner.” Fox’s breath is hot against Dogma’s ear, drawing shivers with every whispered word. “It’s nice having you so close. Was gettin’ tired of waiting for you to be granted leave.”

“Fox,” Dogma manages to gasp out while Fox idly nuzzles and nibbles at his neck. He’s got Dogma backed into a corner of his private cell, pressed so tight between durasteel and plastoid that it’s hard to breathe. That’s exactly how Fox wants him.

“Ner Dogma,” Fox croons, the Mando’a dripping off his tongue like honey. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited the past few days. I hope you haven’t been too lonely without me.”

Dogma doesn’t get the chance to respond before Fox’s lips are pressed to his in a soft, languid kiss. Fox’s hands, holding tight to Dogma’s waist, squeeze possessively, while his mouth works hard to steal what little breath Dogma has left.

Fox is methodical with his kisses. He knows exactly what makes Dogma tick and plans accordingly, puts his top notch analytical skills to use in a way the longnecks would definitely disapprove of. Carefully strategized nips and licks push all of Dogma’s buttons in exactly the right ways, until Dogma is squirming and whining under him, desperate for moremoremore. And yet Fox keeps his slow pace.

“I missed you, cyar’ika,” he purrs into Dogma’s mouth, voice low and predatory. Electricity sparks down Dogma’s spine, but he can’t do anything about it. “Thorn’s been overworking himself lately, so I’ve scheduled myself for an extra long shift to give him a break. Which means,” he pauses to bite and tug on Dogma’s lower lip, “I’ve got plenty of time to kill. You wanna help keep me entertained, ner cyar’ika?”

“Yes, please.”