(set before the events of Rogue One, hope this is okay OP! Rebel names taken from the cast list of but unfortunately I cannot say exactly who they are in the film. I'm not even sure they are rebels but their names would suggest they are the humans that later become part of Cassian's rogue one squad.)
Cassian groans and clicks his neck as he finally slumps down on a couch in the communal barracks of the rebel base. The mission had been a success but at the cost of his own comfort—having just flown for the best part of a day on perilously low reserves. He wants nothing more than to relax but his muscles are stubbornly knotted and he can feel a stress ache settling in his stomach. He lets his head fall back on the couch and listens without moving to the sound of footsteps around the room as his rebel roommates emerge from their sleeping quarters to greet him. “Cassian,” a voice says and he smiles without opening his eyes. “You look sore.” “I’m still alive,” he murmurs. A pair of rough hands, Sefla’s he thinks, settle on his stiff shoulders and start rubbing. Cassian groans and leans into them. Tonc, Pterro and Melshi settle around him—close around him, and he can sense where this is going. “We missed you,” Tonc says roughly, a hand ghosting over his thigh which involuntarily trembles. “He’s asking if you wanna fuck,” Pterro grins—Cassian can’t see him smiling but knows from the tone of his voice that he is. He cracks an eye open and the young man is indeed smirking. “Do you even have to ask?”
It takes little maneuvering to find Cassian on his knees and elbows on the couch, stripped of all but his undershirt which is bunched up around his shoulders. His mouth is full of Pterro’s cock, who keeps murmuring praise under his breath, and two of Sefla’s thick fingers are rubbing inside him, slick with too much lube. Wetness is trailing down his thighs, which Melshi’s eager hands exploring his body occasionally catch. Tonc is sprawled near them, roughly jerking his cock with lidded eyes. It is a pleasant feeling to be the object of their attention but the progress is slow. He opens his eyes to look up at Pterro and wriggles in Sefla’s firm grip on his hip, hoping to convey his desire. “Do you want something Cas?” Pterro breathes heavily, eyes fixed on Cassian’s mouth. He moans around Pterro, spit dribbling down his chin and the other rebel swears. “We must prepare him well if he is to take us,” Sefla’s deep voice rumbles across Cassian and he shivers, eyes fluttering shut again. Melshi’s hands are quickly there to rub soothingly up his sides. It is too little and too much all at once. Cassian’s hole clenches suddenly at a rough jerk of Sefla’s fingers and he whines in his throat. He can feel his thighs start to shake but there is a deeper ache settling high between his legs. He knows, with a deep blush on his cheeks, that he wants to get fucked. His internal muscles flutter in anticipation of being filled and used. He presses his ass insistently against Sefla’s hand. “Give the poor man what he wants,” Tonc chides from his watchpoint and Cassian whimpers in agreement, choking towards the end of the sound as Pterro thrusts harshly against the back of his mouth.
There’s no verbal warning from Sefla before a third finger is suddenly pushing insistently at his rim. Cassian’s breath hitches in his throat as his muscles seize and then just as quickly relax around the intrusion. Sefla has used plenty of lube and the slide into him is easy beyond the initial penetration. Cassian can feel himself stretching and relaxing to accommodate to Sefla’s large fingers and the feeling is intoxicating. The large man begins thrusting his fingers again, this time more methodically in tandem with Pterro’s thrusts in his mouth. Cassian groans, rocking back and forth between Sefla’s hand and Pterro’s cock. “Look at me,” Pterro suddenly demands and Cassian weakly opens his eyes to look up at Pterro, knowing full well how debauched he must look, with spit flecking his lips and wetness in the corners of his eyes. Pterro groans and his hand fists in Cassian’s hair, roughly jerking him faster on his cock. Cassian struggles to keep up, overwhelmed by sensation, and moans in tandem with Pterro when the rebel comes deep down his throat and into his belly. Through it all Sefla’s fingers keep stretching and rubbing him and Cassian shivers as Melshi’s hands become more insistent, rubbing at his nipples and the small of his back.
Pterro slowly pulls out of Cassian’s mouth with a dopey grin and settles back on his haunches. “You wanna be filled somewhere else now?” he asks hoarsely and Cassian groans, dropping his head against Pterro’s thigh. “Yes,” he murmurs. “Sorry what was that?” Cassian raises his head slightly. “Please. Fuck me.” Besides him Melshi and Tonc groan and Sefla chuckles. “He is ready.” Suddenly Sefla’s thick fingers are gone, and Cassian’s hole clenches emptily, slick dribbling down the inside of his legs. He whimpers and wiggles his hips subconsciously. “Hush,” Sefla’s hand joins Melshi’s soothingly on his back, as the head of his cock pushes against Cassian’s rim teasingly. “Please!” he gasps out, just as Sefla pushes in, the head of his cock sinking wetly inside of him. Cassian muffles a moan into Pterro’s thigh, but Pterro pulls his head up by his hair so the last half resounds clearly around the room. “Let us here you Cas,” Melshi says. He couldn’t hold back his whimpers even if he wanted to, as Sefla gently thrusts inside of him, sinking more inches of his cock inside Cassian. When he is finally hilted Sefla sighs in satisfaction. “So tight and warm for us,” one hand roughly kneads Cassian’s ass while the other rubs around his rim where they are joined and Cassian chokes on a gasp. Melshi’s hands trail to his neglected cock, hard and heavy between his thighs, and Cassian bites his lip hard. Tonc’s breathing speeds up as his hand flies over his own cock. “Do not finish,” Sefla rumbles, glancing at Tonc. “You and Melshi will take him together after me.” There is an assortment of moans and sighs at the promise, and Cassian makes his approval known by rolling his hips, muscles involuntarily spasming around Sefla’s thick cock.
[FILL 1/2] Cassian Gangbang
Cassian groans and clicks his neck as he finally slumps down on a couch in the communal barracks of the rebel base. The mission had been a success but at the cost of his own comfort—having just flown for the best part of a day on perilously low reserves. He wants nothing more than to relax but his muscles are stubbornly knotted and he can feel a stress ache settling in his stomach. He lets his head fall back on the couch and listens without moving to the sound of footsteps around the room as his rebel roommates emerge from their sleeping quarters to greet him.
“Cassian,” a voice says and he smiles without opening his eyes. “You look sore.”
“I’m still alive,” he murmurs.
A pair of rough hands, Sefla’s he thinks, settle on his stiff shoulders and start rubbing. Cassian groans and leans into them. Tonc, Pterro and Melshi settle around him—close around him, and he can sense where this is going.
“We missed you,” Tonc says roughly, a hand ghosting over his thigh which involuntarily trembles.
“He’s asking if you wanna fuck,” Pterro grins—Cassian can’t see him smiling but knows from the tone of his voice that he is. He cracks an eye open and the young man is indeed smirking.
“Do you even have to ask?”
It takes little maneuvering to find Cassian on his knees and elbows on the couch, stripped of all but his undershirt which is bunched up around his shoulders. His mouth is full of Pterro’s cock, who keeps murmuring praise under his breath, and two of Sefla’s thick fingers are rubbing inside him, slick with too much lube. Wetness is trailing down his thighs, which Melshi’s eager hands exploring his body occasionally catch. Tonc is sprawled near them, roughly jerking his cock with lidded eyes.
It is a pleasant feeling to be the object of their attention but the progress is slow.
He opens his eyes to look up at Pterro and wriggles in Sefla’s firm grip on his hip, hoping to convey his desire.
“Do you want something Cas?” Pterro breathes heavily, eyes fixed on Cassian’s mouth. He moans around Pterro, spit dribbling down his chin and the other rebel swears.
“We must prepare him well if he is to take us,” Sefla’s deep voice rumbles across Cassian and he shivers, eyes fluttering shut again. Melshi’s hands are quickly there to rub soothingly up his sides. It is too little and too much all at once. Cassian’s hole clenches suddenly at a rough jerk of Sefla’s fingers and he whines in his throat. He can feel his thighs start to shake but there is a deeper ache settling high between his legs. He knows, with a deep blush on his cheeks, that he wants to get fucked. His internal muscles flutter in anticipation of being filled and used.
He presses his ass insistently against Sefla’s hand.
“Give the poor man what he wants,” Tonc chides from his watchpoint and Cassian whimpers in agreement, choking towards the end of the sound as Pterro thrusts harshly against the back of his mouth.
There’s no verbal warning from Sefla before a third finger is suddenly pushing insistently at his rim. Cassian’s breath hitches in his throat as his muscles seize and then just as quickly relax around the intrusion.
Sefla has used plenty of lube and the slide into him is easy beyond the initial penetration. Cassian can feel himself stretching and relaxing to accommodate to Sefla’s large fingers and the feeling is intoxicating. The large man begins thrusting his fingers again, this time more methodically in tandem with Pterro’s thrusts in his mouth. Cassian groans, rocking back and forth between Sefla’s hand and Pterro’s cock.
“Look at me,” Pterro suddenly demands and Cassian weakly opens his eyes to look up at Pterro, knowing full well how debauched he must look, with spit flecking his lips and wetness in the corners of his eyes. Pterro groans and his hand fists in Cassian’s hair, roughly jerking him faster on his cock.
Cassian struggles to keep up, overwhelmed by sensation, and moans in tandem with Pterro when the rebel comes deep down his throat and into his belly.
Through it all Sefla’s fingers keep stretching and rubbing him and Cassian shivers as Melshi’s hands become more insistent, rubbing at his nipples and the small of his back.
Pterro slowly pulls out of Cassian’s mouth with a dopey grin and settles back on his haunches.
“You wanna be filled somewhere else now?” he asks hoarsely and Cassian groans, dropping his head against Pterro’s thigh.
“Yes,” he murmurs.
“Sorry what was that?”
Cassian raises his head slightly. “Please. Fuck me.”
Besides him Melshi and Tonc groan and Sefla chuckles. “He is ready.”
Suddenly Sefla’s thick fingers are gone, and Cassian’s hole clenches emptily, slick dribbling down the inside of his legs. He whimpers and wiggles his hips subconsciously.
“Hush,” Sefla’s hand joins Melshi’s soothingly on his back, as the head of his cock pushes against Cassian’s rim teasingly.
“Please!” he gasps out, just as Sefla pushes in, the head of his cock sinking wetly inside of him. Cassian muffles a moan into Pterro’s thigh, but Pterro pulls his head up by his hair so the last half resounds clearly around the room.
“Let us here you Cas,” Melshi says.
He couldn’t hold back his whimpers even if he wanted to, as Sefla gently thrusts inside of him, sinking more inches of his cock inside Cassian. When he is finally hilted Sefla sighs in satisfaction.
“So tight and warm for us,” one hand roughly kneads Cassian’s ass while the other rubs around his rim where they are joined and Cassian chokes on a gasp. Melshi’s hands trail to his neglected cock, hard and heavy between his thighs, and Cassian bites his lip hard. Tonc’s breathing speeds up as his hand flies over his own cock.
“Do not finish,” Sefla rumbles, glancing at Tonc. “You and Melshi will take him together after me.”
There is an assortment of moans and sighs at the promise, and Cassian makes his approval known by rolling his hips, muscles involuntarily spasming around Sefla’s thick cock.
(more on its way! >:) )