“Baze! Nng– ah!” Chirrut gasped. A hand was quickly clamped over his mouth, but a muffled moan still escaped. His head lolled against the cargo ship’s bulkhead.
“Shhht!” Baze was breathing heavily, his chest heaving against Chirrut’s. He gave the monk a stern look, but there was an amount of desperation in his eyes. Chirrut wouldn’t have seen, anyway, but he certainly felt the desperation.
“I-need-you-Baze–” Chirrut exhaled the words without a hint of voice in the whisper. “Please don’t–”
“You need to be quiet!” Baze whispered harshly.
Chirrut’s eyes were closed. He took the moment to catch his breath, unable to keep from writhing against the larger man. They were in a state of hasty undress – Baze’s coverall pulled halfway down across his chest, Chirrut’s robes opened in the front. The dim running lights along the wall caught on glistening skin – indistinct, but clearly bare. “They can’t possibly hear us over the engines!” The monk protested, surprised that he managed a complete sentence.
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