“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.
Címke: baze malbus
baze and chirrut are space husbands and i’ll die before i deny it
also naked cuddles are the best ❤
Based on Forecast of Rain by totalizzyness http://archiveofourown.org/works/9402218
I was totally crying because of cuteness of this fan-fiction.
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Chirrut/Baze oh shittt
I think I told someone I would never draw them naked because they are sweet dads but then I pictured what if there was size difference because Baze was a big thick boy under that suit and I crashed the car
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Notes: these doodles are done within an hour each, so please
excuse my sloppiness/mistakes! Also, I’ve been using a lot of reference
to help me with posing for these, just fyi~
23 for the numbers post, spiritassassin 😏😏😏😏😏
23. sated
Baze can’t seem to get a good grip. The air feels wet and heavy in his lungs, puffing hotly against the back of Chirrut’s neck, and his fingers slip against the sweaty stretch of Chirrut’s flanks as he struggles to hang on. He lurches forward like a great lumbering bear, and groans when he slips out of him. Again.
Chirrut giggles hysterically. “Sorry, sorry! I just didn’t think–I didn’t–”
He wriggles like a fish, one of those pale, blind ones that swim in the depth of the kyber pools that Baze once dared him to catch–he’d been soaking wet when they finally pulled him out, laughing and half-drowned, with no fish in sight. But he’d been cold then, clammy like a dead thing, and now he’s hot and flushed and Baze can’t hold on.
Baze is a quiet man. He only speaks if there’s something worth saying, and he doesn’t often consider things worth saying. Most of his emotions can be conveyed through withering looks, or failing that, a grunt.
This stymies Chirrut, who is as at home with words as he is with his staff. But he accepts this about Baze, because Baze is perfect exactly as he is. Chirrut wouldn’t change anything about this maddening, stoic, monolith of a man he fell in love with.
Except—
He lifts his head. Baze wanted a candle lit, not that it makes any difference to Chirrut, but he says he likes to see Chirrut when they do this.
“Would it kill you to make some noise?”
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