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Obi-Wan had been stoic, resigned, and had dropped to his knees so gracefully, that first time they met, but his eyes had been shadowed, anxious, and Jango has never been interested in that kind of submission. He loves the idea of Obi-Wan between his knees or in his bed, but he also wants Obi-Wan to want to be there. His jetii has such tight control of his body, his movements, but in the beginning he had the air of a cornered rish’ak. One that Jango didn’t want to tame so much as he wanted to gentle, to soothe the wild wariness in his eyes, to earn his trust.
So instead, for a while, Obi-Wan had stayed at his back, guarding him in meetings or when they are out in Keldabe or off planet, checking in on the slightly-expanding empire, a jetii bodyguard befitting the Mand’alor. He’s sure the slithering, scheming Republic had assumed he would torment his jetii, but Jango has always known what to do with beautiful, dangerous things.
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- Part 7 of even silence speaks - Kenfetti Week 2026