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Rex swore he heard purring right next to him, like a loth cat nuzzling against his chest, the vibrations of the sound a steady beat.
His eyes were still droopy from sleep, staying shut from the cold light of Onderon’s four moons.
He knew he was in Saw’s tent, in his cot as per usual for their nightly ventures, but Saw hates small animals, like loth cats and tookas, so why would one get in here without his lover noticing?
The purring got louder, Saw’s facial hair teasing over his neck and he nuzzled into the empty space.
Saw was amazing, loving him even with the possibility for a treason charge when they were found out by the Republic.
Might as well check if there really was a cat in their tent or even a possible new threat.
Rex opened his eyes, looking down in between them to where he thought to find the darn animal and found nothing. The Captain heard a murp, then that loud purring again.
He just pressed his head back into one of Saw’s pillows when it struck him in the face, Saw was the one purring.
Mr. “I’m not a cat person” Gerrera can purr and murp like the animals he swore he hated.
It was Saw making the cat noises as he nuzzled into his neck, burrowing into the soft, bruised skin in an animalistic, and slightly possessive, kind of claiming mark.
“And you call me the man tooka.” He fondly whispered between them, picking up his lover’s face gently enough not to wake the tired man. Saw just made a droopy smile, his purring becoming louder.
He just continued to cradle the other man’s face, that smile becoming more lopsided as his head hit the other pillow. He just placed a kiss to the bridge of Saw’s nose, a gentle touch of lips to warm, dark skin.
“Ner dral, aan verd b'amr.”
My strong, little warrior boy.
“Oh, am I now?” A sleep heavy voice asked in a teasing tone, a hand snaking up the shirt Saw had been able to get him into, before sleep took them both last night.
“Oh, shut it ,” He groaned, pushing Saw’s face playfully into his pillow.