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One might argue that parked in an illicit rebel base on an ice planet was a pretty terrible place to jack off, but Han Solo was pretty sure Leia would string him up by his balls if he tried to get into bed with any of her valuable pilots.
It's not like he was the only person on base interested in fraternizing, but his rank made his position more complicated. All of the people he’d spoken to that seemed remotely interested were obviously looking for a leg up.
Han had known a couple people that pulled rank to get laid back in the Academy, and it wasn't a dynamic that appealed to him.
He had a policy of only fucking people who wanted to fuck him because… well, because they wanted to, not ‘cause they thought it’d get them a raise or the Princess’s attention.
So Han went back to basics: namely, his right hand.
He waited until Chewbacca was busy doing something across the base, and settled into his bunk on the Millenium Falcon. He didn't even bother with holoporn, partially because any transmissions on base were monitored and partially because he was so pent up that he didn't really need it.
It was only a minute or two after he got a hand around his cock that Luke Skywalker came bounding into his room like an over-excited massif puppy.
“Han!” Luke exclaimed, the door hissing as it opened. “Wedge thinks he’s figured out part of the Imperial radio cipher-”
Luke’s words cut off and he stopped dead in the doorway, eyes going comically wide as he realized that Han had his dick in his hand.
Now, Han Solo was many things, but body shy had never been one of them, so he didn't bother trying to cover himself up. He simply leveled an irritated glare in Luke’s direction.
“Kriff, kid, have you ever heard of knocking?” Han asked. Luke sputtered, his face turning a very interesting shade of pink.
“I didn't mean- I didn't think- I was just, I mean, I thought- I…” Luke trailed off. Han expected him to recover quickly and duck out of the room, to run off with his tail between his legs out of embarrassment.
Instead he just stood there as if frozen, very blatantly staring at Han’s dick like he couldn't look away. Han raised an eyebrow.
“What, you see something you like?” Han asked, and he’d meant it as a joke, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth he realized he might’ve been onto something.
Luke didn't even respond; he just kept staring and swallowed thickly, almost a gulp. And Han…
Han tilted his head and gave Luke a rather obvious once over. He was wearing a standard uniform instead of a flight suit, which meant he was grounded for the foreseeable future; Leia evidently wanted him busy elsewhere.
He was wearing those bulky grey pants and boots, a white turtleneck with a vest layered over it.
The undershirt clung to his muscular arms and the pants bunched up at the ankles but Han could see the outline of his ass through the fabric.
Now, Luke Skywalker was a gorgeous guy; anybody could see that.
Han tended to go for people with much rougher edges but even he could appreciate Luke’s swaying hips and pretty eyes, the cute way he pouted when he didn't get his way.
He was younger than Han typically went for, the kind of lay Chewbacca would smack him over the head for considering, but Luke had grown up quite a bit over the short-ish time they’d known each other, and Chewie wasn't there to be Han’s better judgement.
Curious to see what would happen, Han leaned back against the durasteel behind him and confidently spread his legs a little wider.
He gave himself a long, slow stroke from root to tip and watched Luke’s eyes zero in on his hand, watched Luke’s fingers spasm slightly and his tongue swipe over his lip.
“Luke,” Han said, his voice a little lower. “I asked you a question, kid. D’you see something you like?”
Luke’s eyes flicked up to Han’s face like he was searching for a trick, for a lie, for a trace of mockery. He didn't find any.
“If I did?” Luke croaked, hesitant.
“Then I'd tell you to come on over here and get a closer look.” Han thought it was a bit of a corny line as soon as he said it. But Luke didn't seem to care as he crept closer, looking a little bit too much like a prey animal for Han’s liking.
Han let his face soften and patted one of his thighs. “C’mere, kid,” he said, “I'm not gonna bite ya unless you ask.” Luke’s eyes searched Han’s face again.
He reached for his boots, quickly unlacing them enough to drop them on the floor behind him. After taking a steadying breath and crossing the last bit of distance between them, Luke lowered himself down onto Han’s lap with one smooth motion, straddling his thighs.
He teetered for a moment, trying to find his balance, so Han’s free hand curled around Luke’s hip to steady him. Luke jolted at the touch and looked down at Han, seemingly a little stunned by the sudden closeness of their faces.
Han leaned up to capture Luke’s mouth against his before the kid could say something stupid to ruin the mood.
Han kept it slow, to start; Luke’s lips were soft and warm against his, hesitant but determined. Gradually the tension leaked from Luke’s shoulders. He reached out and let his arms curl around Han’s neck.
Luke let his mouth open enough for Han to deepen the kiss, a hand curling up into Luke’s hair, and Luke moaned into his mouth. A bolt of arousal shot through Han’s spine at the sound, reminding him quite abruptly of what he’d been in the middle of.
Still, Han forced himself to ignore his cock for the moment and upped the intensity, slick and dirty, fucking his tongue into Luke’s mouth.
Luke moaned again and pressed back into it, clumsily trying to mimic Han’s motions. They stayed like that for a while, loosely entangled, finding a comfortable rhythm of exploration.
Eventually Luke pulled away to catch his breath, but he didn't go far. He just sat there on Han’s lap, blinking down at him, only a few inches apart.
Luke’s face was even prettier up close. He was still blushing a pretty pink color, blue eyes sweet with arousal and eyebrows furrowed, spit-slick lips parted slightly as he panted for breath. Luke’s shaggy blonde bangs fell in his eyes. They hadn't even started and he already looked a little fucked out.
Han reached up and cupped Luke’s face in his hand, thumb pressing to his plush bottom lip. Luke’s mouth opened obediently, almost mindlessly, and Han had to suppress a moan.
He couldn't lose his cool this early in the game; not when Luke so clearly needed someone to guide him through it.
“Why don't you take your shirt off, baby? Give me something to look at?” Luke blushed further, biting his lip, but didn't seem offended by the idea.
He unzipped his vest and let it fell to the ground before leaning back to clumsily pull his shirt over his head.
Han let his eyes linger on the revealed skin and the contours of Luke’s body; Luke’s broad shoulders that tapered down to his slim waist, the rise and fall of his stomach and sharp collarbones.
The sun-kissed tan he’d gotten on Tatooine was fading. Luke’s body was muscular, and he wasn't skinny enough that his ribs were showing, but Han thought absently that the kid could stand to gain a few pounds. The hand on Han’s shoulder tightened.
“Han…” Luke said hesitantly. Han leaned up to kiss him, though it was less of a real kiss and more just a press of lips that he hoped was reassuring.
“I'm just admiring the artwork,” Han purred, and Luke bit his lip. The blush on his face had spread down his chest a little ways, and Han finally let his eyes fall on Luke’s perky nipples. He noted with satisfaction that they were the same pretty pink shade as his lips.
Luke had a little bit of meat on his chest, too, which Han found intriguing. Telegraphing his movements, Han reached out to cup Luke’s pectoral in his hand, kneading the skin. He thumbed at one of Luke’s nipples until it hardened into a needy peak.
“You've got a really cute set of tits,” Han remarked casually, and Luke whimpered, clenching his thighs as his fingers curled in the material of Han’s shirt.
“Han,” he gasped, like he was offended, but the name was almost a moan, and Luke didn't pull away from the touch.
Han hummed and started rubbing Luke’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently at first, listening for the telltale way that Luke’s breath hitched. Luke fully moaned when he pinched down, throwing his head back and exposing the long, pale column of his throat.
“Sensitive,” Han cooed. Luke huffed and looked down at him, his fringe falling in his eyes.
“I- it's only sensitive because you're- oh!” Luke gasped, hand flying to his mouth when Han leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the other nipple.
Luke arched up into the sensation without even thinking about it. Han dutifully flicked the hard bud with his tongue and then sucked it between his lips with slow, long pulls.
“Oh,” Luke breathed, and Han could easily imagine the way his lashes fluttered when he said it.
“Good?” Han breathed against his wet skin, idly playing with the other nipple, and Luke whimpered, hands coming up to pull at Han’s hair like he could push his mouth back into place.
“Yes,” he said, “yes, Han, it's- hah, feels so good, please don't stop.”
“Your wish is my command,” Han said, and went back to work. For a while he contented himself just playing with the gorgeous boy in his lap; licking and biting, using his fingers to tease when his mouth was occupied sucking a bruise on a different patch of skin.
He drank up the little moans and whimpers Luke made when Han pinched or bullied or used his teeth, when he teased with a little bit of pain.
He listened to every hitch in Luke’s breath, felt the minute twitches and shivers of the body under his hands. Luke’s chest was really sensitive, more so than most men Han had been with, and Han had to admit that it was getting him hot.
After a time Han pulled back to survey his work.
There were a few darkening hickeys on Luke’s neck and shoulders, a few bite marks on his pectorals where Han had pressed his teeth.
Luke’s nipples were delightfully swollen and puffy from the attention, and he whined with embarrassment when Han flicked one just to watch Luke twitch and shiver.
“Not that I couldn't sit here and suck your tits all day,” Han told him, rubbing Luke’s hips over his pants and occasionally reaching around to caress his ass, “but I need you to tell me what you want outta this.”
“What… what I want?” Luke panted, arching into Han’s hands.
“Yeah,” Han said. “You seemed pretty interested in my cock earlier. What was going on in your pretty little head, huh? What’d you have in mind when you walked over?” Luke bit his lip.
“Oh,” he whispered, like he was worried someone would overhear. “Um, I, I really wanted to touch it. Wanted to suck you.” Han groaned at that, leaning up to give Luke another brief kiss.
“You still want that?” Han coaxed, and Luke swallowed thickly.
“Yeah,” he admitted, and pulled back enough that he could slide down onto his knees. Han spread his thighs so Luke could settle comfortably between them and took himself in hand again.
His erection had flagged a bit since he’d stopped stroking himself but it was returning heartily.
His cock wasn't particularly long but it was a bit thicker than most, cut and stiff; Luke stared at it hungrily, eyes tracing over the fat head like he’d never seen anything more fascinating in his life.
“What do you want me to do?” Luke asked, hands hovering like he wasn't sure where to put them.
He’d take it slow, Han decided, and it’d be good for both of them that way. Han was curious to see how Luke reacted along the way.
“Stick your tongue out for me,” Han prompted, and just like before, Luke’s mouth dropped open automatically, pink tongue hanging out over his bottom lip.
Han grasped himself around the base and tapped his tip to the wet, pink muscle, groaning a bit at the slight contact. He took a deep breath.
How the hell was he supposed to keep a coherent train of thought when Luke was looking at him like that, gorgeous and desperate for it?
“You ever sucked cock before?” Han asked.
“No,” Luke admitted, looking up at Han through his lashes before his eyes flicked back down.
He leaned forward to curiously mouth over Han’s tender cockhead with his plush lips. Han groaned, spreading his legs a little wider.
“It's- your skin is really soft,” Luke breathed, and then swiped his tongue over Han’s slit in a way that made his breath stutter.
Han didn't know what is was -how gorgeous Luke looked on his knees, all shirtless and sweet, how long it had been since Han got off, or both- but he was more affected by the slight contact than usual.
“Alright, baby. Get your hands around the bottom. Be careful about your teeth,” Han instructed. Luke obeyed, reaching up to wrap his warm hands around Han’s cock and leaning in to give his tip a few more kitten licks.
Han sighed and leaned back. He wrapped his hand around the back of Luke’s head, sinking his fingers into his shaggy hair, careful not to pull. “Use your hands a little lower, sweetheart-- yeah, like that,” Han sighed as Luke gently cupped his balls.
At the same time, Luke wrapped his lips around the soft skin of Han’s tip, licking up under the head. Han watched as he took to it with the same single-minded determination he had about a droid malfunction or some other mechanics problem.
Luke quickly started experimenting; tilting his head and mouthing around the edge, playing with his heavy balls, tonguing at Han’s slit, and jerking him at the base while he did.
Han groaned encouragingly, threading his fingers a little deeper into Luke’s hair, unable to look away.
The longer Luke went on the deeper he tried to take the length into his mouth, the more lewd, wet sounds filled the space as he pushed himself.
Luke’s eyes flicked up to Han’s face, seeming slightly nervous, and Han realized he hadn't spoken in a while, too caught up in watching the show.
“There you go,” Han breathed. He barely needed to think about it; once he was aware Luke wanted him to speak, the words spilled from his lips like honey. “There you go, baby, go on. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like that, such a good boy for me.”
Luke’s eyes were hooded as he tried to take Han deeper, wet sounds filling the space as Luke drooled all over himself.
At one point he managed to take the head into his throat and choked almost immediately, but it felt so good that Han had to physically restrain himself from bucking his hips.
“Luke- Luke, c’mon, you don't have to try and take it all like that,” Han managed, when what he really meant was I have no idea what I'll do to you if you keep it up.
“But I want to,” Luke whined, and Han couldn't stop himself from watching Luke’s plush, swollen lips form the words.
And kriff, Han had never really gone for the whole innocent shtick with his partners but he saw the appeal now. Luke probably didn't even understand how sweet and helpless he looked on his knees like that, how gorgeous.
Han peeled Luke’s hands off of him and took himself in hand so he could press his cock against Luke’s face, the shiny head wet with saliva and precum.
He smeared the mixture over Luke’s cheek and Luke just took it, panting softly, staring up at him like he’d let Han do anything to him. Anything at all.
“Can’t read your mind, kid. You gotta tell me what you want.”
“Want you to fuck my mouth,” Luke croaked, and Han wondered, not for the first time, if Luke was going to get him killed.
“I want- I wanna take you deeper but I can't do it on my own. I, I want-” Luke swallowed, staring up at him helplessly, like a penitent in prayer. “I want you to hold my head down and cum in my mouth.”
“Kriff,” Han breathed, cupping Luke’s face in his hand. Luke sounded like a fucking holo-porn star, all whiney and breathless. “You want me to get a little rough with it, baby? Make you gag?”
Luke groaned, eyelashes fluttering, tipping his head forward into Han’s hands.
“Yes,” he sighed, like the very idea was the stuff of dreams. Maybe it was. Maybe all Luke had done for the past few years was sit in sand dunes and imagine what’d it’d be like to get his lips around someone. He’d have to ask about that later. Han swallowed thickly.
“Okay. Alright, kriff, alright. Just- pinch or tap my leg if you need me to stop, alright, ‘cus you won't be able to tell me. And- you're sure you want me to get rough with you like that?”
Luke insisted that he did, so Han curled his fingers around the back of Luke’s head. Luke went down again, shielding his teeth with his lips and pressing his face lower and lower.
He gagged as Han’s cock pressed into the hot, wet confines of his throat, and it took everything Han had to merely tighten his fingers in Luke’s hair instead of dragging him forward.
“Breathe through your nose,” Han suggested tightly, and Luke obeyed the instruction without thought. They stayed that way for a little while, both breathing harshly, Han panting open-mouthed and Luke trying to get used to the feeling of suppressing his gag reflex.
When Luke swallowed abruptly Han threw his head back with curse, hips jerking up against Luke’s face.
Luke didn't pull back. Instead he tried to press deeper, choking himself with a wet, filthy sound, and Han groaned again, rolling his hips, fingers tight in Luke’s disheveled blond locks.
It was insane; the idea that Luke was so desperate for his cock that he was choking himself on it, wanted Han to force himself deeper and make him swallow. But it was real and it was happening and Han didn't think he’d ever been so turned on in his life.
Luke’s lips were red and puffy, tears in his eyes, and he kept going anyway, bobbing his head over and over again, until Han truly lost his inhibitions and started to fuck up into his throat.
When Han cradled Luke’s skull with a tight grip on his hair, Luke just went limp, relaxing into it. His throat was hot and wet and perfect around Han’s throbbing cock, the sounds of it echoing obscenely in the small room, saliva dripping down the tender skin.
Han watched Luke’s pale throat worked to take him, watched his eyes go shiny with tears and hazy with helpless pleasure as Han’s hips worked.
“Yeah,” Han breathed, thinking about how hot dirty words had gotten Luke earlier. “You’re so gorgeous like this, such a good fucking cocksucker. Perfect little slut for me.” Luke moaned again and Han’s toes curled, hips jerking roughly into that tight, wet heat.
“Yeah, hah, you like it when I call you a slut, baby? You like it when I tell you how pretty you look on your knees?” Luke whined again, past words, his own hips thrusting up into nothing. Han glanced down at the tent in his pants and groaned.
“‘Course you do, ‘course you love being told how much of a slut you are. Fuck, bet you're leaking into your pants, aren't you? C’mon, take it, just like that, just like that, fuck.”
After that the part of Han’s brain that formed words dropped out of his skull and Han didn't bother chasing after it. He was lost to it, lost to everything but the desperate, rabid pleasure of fucking Luke’s throat.
Han could feel something start to pull taut in his gut. He gave a few more animalistic jerks of his hips, bullying himself as deep as he could manage into the silken confines of Luke’s body, before the wave of rapture finally crested.
The orgasm hit him like a shot going off. Han barely managed to log the sound of Luke moaning around him before his vision went white with delirious pleasure.
His vision only cleared a few seconds later as he leaned back against the durasteel wall, panting, twitching through the aftershocks and dimly registering some soreness in his hips that would be a pain to deal with later.
He waited a few moments before speaking, trying to get a handle on himself.
“Holy kriff, kid,” Han breathed at last, reaching up to push his hair back out of his eyes. He looked down just in time to see Luke’s face pressed against his bare thigh.
The kid looked ruined. His face rested only an inch from Han’s softening cock; his mouth was half open and his pretty pink tongue was clean. He must’ve swallowed already. Luke’s hair was sticking up in half a hundred directions, bright blue eyes still glazed over, almost rolled back up into his head. It was enough to make Han’s spent cock twitch valiantly.
“Did I, did I do good?” Luke rasped, and Han reached down to take his aching jaw in hand, rubbing gently at the hinges. Luke pressed into the contact with a fluttering sigh.
“Yeah,” Han said, his throat a little thick for reasons he couldn't explain. “Yeah, kid, you did great.” Hazy blue eyes focused on him.
“Han, I…” a little shudder ran through him, and it took Han a moment to realize that Luke’s hips were jerking up against nothing, rutting like an animal.
“I still, um, I still need… I, I really wanna…” his fingers twitched where they were still splayed out against the floor. His hips gave another pitiful little jerk and Han realized he was waiting for permission.
“I get it. Go on ‘n touch yourself,” Han told him, and Luke groaned, stuffing his hand down his pants without hesitation. The angle meant Han couldn't see what Luke was doing, but he could certainly hear the slick sounds of Luke working himself over.
“Han,” Luke whined, his voice hoarse from the rough treatment of his throat, like it was the only word he knew.
Han pressed his leg up between Luke’s thighs to really give the kid something to work with and Luke groaned helplessly, hips jerking against him in a desperate rhythm.
Han threaded his fingers through the kid’s hair again; not pulling or tugging, just playing with the golden strands. He massaged his jaw some more with his other hand.
“You really are somethin’ else,” Han said, soft and slow, something fond growing leaves in his chest as he stroked Luke’s hair.
“Such a sweet boy, on your knees for me, gettin’ yourself off. Couldn't even wait for me to get a hand around you,” Han cooed at him.
“Sorry,” Luke whined, with just a shade of vulnerability to it, and Han immediately corrected himself.
“Nah, I think it's cute how desperate you are for cock. You just need it so bad, don't you?”
“Uh huh,” Luke whimpered, and Han pressed two fingers to Luke’s swollen bottom lip, stroking his tongue as his mouth parted enough to give it entrance.
“Did you like that, hm? You liked sucking me off?”
“Uh huh,” Luke repeated. “Liked it a lot. Love your cock, want it inside me all the time, it, I, f-felt like I was flying.”
“Gorgeous little cocksucker,” Han cooed, and Luke moaned, panted, the shick-shick-shick sound getting faster as he jerked himself.
Remembering how much he’d like it earlier, Han reached down to tweak one of Luke’s nipples between his fingers and watched the kid’s whole body jerk. “Feel good?”
“Feels g-good, feels s-so good,” Luke chanted mindlessly, mouth open, body curling forward. “Please, ‘s good, I, I need- Han, Han,” he cried, voice breaking on the word, “Ah, ‘m gonna, ‘m gonna, gonna--”
“Go on,” Han encouraged hoarsely. “Cum for me.”
Luke’s mouth dropped open on a strangled sound, eyes rolling back in his head as he finally reached his peak. Luke’s body jerked; once, twice, and then went boneless with a low groan, head resting on Han’s thigh while he caught his breath.
Han petted through his hair, feeling pretty satisfied himself, suddenly deeply grateful that he hadn't gone off and had a one night stand with some pilot whose name he didn't even know.
This was usually the part where Han would leave before his partner could get too chummy, or at least put some distance between them while they both came down from the high. But Han didn't want that this time.
Han reached over for the towel he’d set aside when he thought he’d be working solo and wiped Luke’s hand off before helping him pull his pants back up his hips.
They didn't talk; Han reached for Luke and pulled him up onto the bed, letting the kid collapse against his chest. Luke didn't quite fall asleep but he did go limp, resting his head on Han’s shoulder.
He had no idea what he was doing. Han Solo didn't fucking cuddle; but in that moment, he wanted nothing more then to keep Luke secure against him. He could worry all about what that meant for him later. Han slid an arm around Luke’s waist and sighed.
One thing was for sure; Leia was definitely going to kill him now, and Chewie might help her. But with Luke’s warm body pressed to his, soft and spent and satisfied, Han couldn't bring himself to care.