(Pairing: Anakin x Rex)
(I'm just fixated on SW rn leave me alone)
(And here we get to my poetic way of writing smut- Satan_Incarnate_666 )

An assignment that had to be done, one that had been out off in favor of others. An assignment that wouldn't require any one else but Anakin and Ahsoka, perhaps a few troopers just in case. It was being pushed into the Jedi now that he truly had nothing else to do, yet still he dragged his feet in getting ready to go, opting to linger in bed and watch his partner get dressed and armored up. His gaze lingered on the captain's bare torso, flicking between the countless marks he'd sucked and bitten on days ago. They were faded, a sweet lingering reminder of passion felt after one comes back from a long trip. Briefly, it was wondered if that same event would happen if the Jedi got up and finally out to complete the assignment. The thought was cast aside as just memories of the last time, not a genuine modivation. That wasn't exactly an ideal method of getting the job done; it'd end up being messily done and hurried. The Jedi shifted his gaze away, leading his thoughts back to a genuine reason to finally get up and go. None came to mind, only frustrating him further. It needed to be done before the Council scolded him.

Sighing, Anakin forced himself to stand...only to have strong gloved hands gently push him back onto the bed. The Jedi's eyes snapped up to the captain's face, spotting a mischievous spark in the honey eyes he loved so. Arching a brow, he didn't yet ask what Rex was planning, curious. He liked that spark, it was so familiar even before the relationship sparked. Sweet lips pressed against his own, the taste of sleep and lip balm coating the captain's. The kiss broke too soon in Anakin's opinion, the thought discarded at the feeling of kisses trailing down his jawline and neck. The Jedi had to bite his lip, his skin still buzzing at the familiar touch and the urge to vocally react rising in his throat. The kisses continued trailing downwards, the Jedi biting his lip harder. An idea of where this could lead briefly popped in his head but was quickly cast aside, keeping his head clear of any distractions.

The kisses continued, now on bare scarred thighs. They shifted, becoming more soft. Responses shoved away sang our from bitten lips, incredibly muffled yet their loud ring still understood. Teeth pulled away from the pain-filled bottom lip, the sounds rising in multitude and volume at the cool gloved hand's loving touch. The song of lust rumbled from the Jedi's throat, encouraging coos whispering out from the captain. Pitches shifted depending on what Rex did; a lower dip a begging pitch, a higher shift an encouraging pitch. Without looking down, Anakin could see the smirk plasted across his partner's face. He could hardly focus on anything else other than the sensations the captain sent through him, his body internally trembling from the dousing pleasures. His head tilted back rested against the cool wall, fingers gripping the sheets for seemingly dear life.

Lip balm and seduction coated lips drowned out the final yell from Anakin's lips, the captain gently soothing the Jedi down from the pleasurable high. Pulling back, a grin dazzling his lips, the captain's free hand cupped Anakin's cheek. The Jedi leaned into the sweet touch with a breathless sigh. Rex leaned closer, his breath ghosting Anakin's ear.
"Good luck, darling." The captain purred in the Jedi's ear, a small shiver going down his spine at the baritone whisper.