Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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Fill 5/5 Han/Luke, dirty talk, age difference, au

[(Anonymous)]

Luke’s been on edge all night. Han is settling at a table in the corner with a group of intimidating men and he’s been shooting Luke looks all night. Leia made him promise to talk to Han the next time they are together and judging by the hungry look on Han’s face, that will probably be tonight. Luke flushes as he makes eye contact with Han across the room, his stomach swooping uncomfortably. Leia nudges his shoulder, smirking, and nods her head toward the bar. 

 “We have other customers,” she reminds him. 

 Luke shoots her a look before turning back to the bar, cheerful smile firmly in place. 

 The man leaning against the bar is somewhere in his forties, heavy set and imposing. Luke recognizes him as one of the men from Han’s table and quickly decides he does not like the look this man is giving him. He adjusts his demeanor to seem aloof and unimpressed. “Hey there, Darling,” the man drawls, sweeping his eyes up and down Luke’s body appraisingly. 

 “What can I get you?” Luke asks, still smiling but a hint of attitude in his voice.   

“Scotch. Whichever one you like.” 

 Luke hums his acknowledgment, feeling the man’s eyes on him as he turns to face the bottles. A quick glance to the side confirms that Han is watching closely, eyes trained on the man. Ever since he started up with Han, he hasn’t had to deal with nearly as many creeps. Before, Luke was fending off multiple advances every night. They may not kiss or openly touch in the bar but most regular patrons have noticed how often they leave together, not to mention the unabashed staring. Luke hasn’t seen this man around before – he must not know the unspoken rules. 

“You sure are a pretty thing,” he comments as Luke sets the drink in front of him, smile tight. 

“Thanks,” Luke replies flatly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. 

The man reaches for the drink quickly, before he can pull his hand away, and brushes his fingers purposefully across Luke’s skin. Luke jerks his hand back fast, unable to cover his scowl as he moves down the bar away from the man. He lingers, openly watching Luke. 

A moment later, Luke hears a dull thud as Han comes up to the bar and slams his empty glass on the wood beside the man, purposefully drawing his attention. “Hey, babe,” he greets, leaning heavily against the bar and grinning at Luke. The tension in Luke’s gut uncoils as he smiles back at Han. “You need a ride home tonight?” 

Luke smiles coyly, playing it up for the benefit of the man still watching them. “You know I do,” he flirts, leaning across the bar slightly. “I’m off in an hour,” he purrs. At this point, the man rises from his stool and heads back to the table. Luke grins. “Thanks.” 

Han shrugs. “Jabba is a creep. But I’m definitely taking you home tonight,”   

“Good.”

A half hour later, as Luke is scooping dirty dishes off tables, Han’s voice cuts through the room. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” 

Luke stills, head whipping toward Han’s table. The man from before is grinning as he repeats whatever it is he just said. Han stands quickly, chair scraping against the floor loudly. Luke moves closer until he can hear both men clearly. 

“What? You mean you aren’t paying for that?” 

“I think you should leave now,” Han tells him, voice low and threatening. 

“All I wanted to know is how much that little piece is costing you. I mean no offense, I bet he’s worth it.” Jabba’s eyes flick over to Luke at that comment, a lecherous smile on his face. 

Han grabs the front of the man’s shirt, yanking him roughly. “Don’t look at him like that,” he growls. 

 “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you’re so protective of your toys. You should really learn to share-” Han’s fist connects with his chin before he can finish his sentence. The whole table jumps to action as the bouncers take notice and rush toward them. Han is on the man as Chewie holds the others back by the time the bouncers reach them. Luke runs towards the scuffle but Leia grabs his arm, pulling him back. 

“Wait,” she advises calmly. 

Han is still punching and shouting when they pull the men apart. Luke pushes past Leia and runs to Han’s side, immediately defending his actions to the bouncers. They haul the other other man away and out of the bar. 

“Han, what-” Luke starts but cuts off when Han pulls him into a tight hug. Luke winds his arms around Han, resting his head against his chest for a moment. He can hear Han’s heart hammering his chest as the older man presses a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Can we get out of here now, kid?” 

When they leave, Han slings his arm over Luke’s shoulder and keeps him close to his side until they reach the car. There is no filthy make out before they pull out of the parking lot. Han keeps a hand on his thigh as they drive to his apartment. Luke feels tense yet giddy as he watches Han from the corner of his eye. They are still quiet as they climb out of the car. 

Once the apartment door shuts behind them, Han drags Luke into a slow kiss. He tangles one hand in Luke’s hair, the other on his hip pulling him closer. He kisses thoroughly until they are both panting for breath against each others mouths. 

“Han,” Luke’s voice comes out as a whine, “What-” Han cuts him off with another slow, deep kiss. 

“I’m sorry, kid,” he murmurs, barely pulling away from Luke’s lips. 

“For what?” 

“Causing a scene,” Han shrugs. 

Luke shakes his head. “What happened?” he asks, still lost while nuzzling against Han’s neck. They are still standing in the middle of the living room, Han’s arms wrapped tightly around Luke. 

Han doesn’t say anything for a while, just runs his hands through Luke’s hair and down his back. “He was just trying to piss me off. Found a damn good way to do it too.” 

Luke peers up at him through his lashes, slightly confused. “What he was saying about me…” Luke starts, Han’s arms tightening around him. 

“You ain’t some toy to me, kid.” Han’s voice is as firm but Luke can’t help the flutter of doubt in his chest. 

“Really?” He asks, face hidden against Han’s shoulder and voice very small. He feels foolish for the question but needs to ask it. 

Han pulls Luke back just enough to look down at him, expression open and serious. “Luke,” Han murmurs, reaching out to cup his cheek. “Really.” 

“What…what am I, then?” Luke’s blushing furiously but meets Han’s gaze steadily.

“Kid-” 

“No, wait,” Luke interrupts, “answer seriously because we never talk and all we do is have sex and sometimes you buy me waffles in the morning but I barely know anything about you and how old are you, anyway?” 

Han just stares at him for a moment. “I’m thirty three,” he answers after a moment with a fond smile. 

“Oh. I’m twenty two.” 

“Ah, I was a year off.” 

Luke frowns and lightly shoves his shoulder. “That’s not the only question I asked,” he reminds Han. 

“I know.” Han trails one hand through Luke’s hair. “Shit, Luke, I’m no good at this. It’s not just sex. Yeah, you’re young, hot, and I can’t keep my hands off you but, you know it’s more then that. I like you.” 

Luke can’t help the grin on his face. “You like me,” he teases. 

Han rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You like me, too.” 

Luke shrugs. “You’re okay.” Han laughs, pulling Luke forward for a gentle kiss. “We still,” Luke breathes against his lips, “barely know each other.” 

Han moves to trail his lips down Luke’s neck, dragging his teeth across the soft skin. “Hmm, you’re twenty two,” Han murmurs between kisses, “a college student,” he a slides a hand underneath Luke’s shirt and up the warm skin of his back, “a twin,” Luke giggles as Han backs him up toward the bedroom. 

“You chew your lip when you’re frustrated and you don’t suffer fools,” Han continues when the reach the bedroom. He pulls Luke’s shirt off and tosses it aside. “And you make the prettiest noises when I’m fucking you,” He finishes as he gently pushes Luke onto the bed. 

Luke looks up at Han through his lashes, pouting. “I don’t know that much about you.” 

“I like to cultivate an air of mystery,” Han quips.

Luke rolls his eyes and reaches for Han and pulls him down to lay across him. “I know you drink a lot, are an incorrigible flirt, and most of your friends seem like jerks.”

“All of that is true,” Han agrees as he strokes a hand down Luke’s chest, brushing across his nipples. “But trust me, Jabba is no friend.” 

 Luke whines when Han rolls one nipple between his fingers. “Okay, but what do you do?” 
“I drive a delivery truck.”

Luke looks up at him, incredulous. “Really?” 

“Yeah, kid. What did you think I do?” Han chuckles. Luke shrugs. “Well, I don’t know but that just seems so…regular” 

Han barks out a laugh, leaning his head against Luke’s shoulder. “Thanks, I guess.” 

Luke giggles, tugging on Han’s hair to pull head up. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs before kissing him. Han shifts above him, sliding a knee between Luke’s legs as he deepens the kiss. Luke’s hands slip under Han’s shirt, tugging it up. “Take this off.” 

“Yes, sir,” Han jokes, yanking the shirt off before diving back onto Luke, kissing down his neck. Luke laughs breathlessly, squirming as Han runs a tickling hand down his side. He trails hot kisses across Luke’s chest, drawing one nipple between his teeth. Luke gasps and writhes beneath him. Unashamed, he rubs against the thigh pressed firmly between his legs. 

“Always such a tease,” Luke whines and Han just grins against Luke’s skin. 

“Nah, you’re just so needy and impatient.” Slowly, he pops open Luke’s fly and eases the zipper down. Han pulls away from Luke enough for them to kick their pants off. Luke reaches for him as soon as they are completely naked, dragging Han back against his body and moaning wantonly into his mouth. 

“See?” Han chuckles, “Needy.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m desperate for it. We know. Now fuck me.” 

Han laughs again as he reaches for the lube in the nightstand. “So demanding tonight.”

Luke just spreads his legs and grins. “Shit, Luke. So gorgeous, all spread out for me,” Han praises as he runs his hands across Luke’s sweaty thighs. Luke groans, rolling his hips slightly. He pops the cap on the bottle, pouring some lube onto his fingers and warming it up between the digits before pressing against Luke’s entrance. He runs teasing fingers across his hole, loving the desperate little noises Luke can’t stop making. He lets out an almost content sigh when Han presses one finger into him, working back and forth slowly to stretch the muscle. 

“More,” Luke moans, rolling his hips back against Han’s hand. 

“See? Impatient,” Han reminds him with a grin. He ignores Luke’s request for a moment as he continues to slowly fuck him with one finger until Luke is whining loudly. He adds a second finger and twists them up to rub against that spot that makes Luke spasm and arch up. 

“Fuck, Han,” He pants. One hand grips Han’s shoulder as the other tangles in the sheets. Han leans down to wraps his lips around the head of Luke’s leaking cock. Luke chokes off a moan, heading lulling back against the pillow as Han expertly works him toward orgasm. Luke never lasts whenever Han takes him in his mouth as he fucks him with his fingers. He moans helplessly as he feels that familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach. His nails dig into Han’s shoulder as he shouts through his release, Han swallows every drop. He adds a third finger as Luke is still spasming and panting. He lets out an oversensitive whine but presses back against his fingers anyway.

Han leans for a sloppy kiss, Luke moaning happily against his lips and winding his fingers in his hair. Han kisses him, fucking him slowly with his fingers until Luke’s cock starts to harden between their bodies. A few minutes later, Han pulls his fingers from Luke and rolls onto a condom. Luke winds his arms and legs around Han as he lines up and slowly presses inside. 

“Fuck, kid,” Han breathes against Luke’s hair. He rolls his hips back and thrusts in, dragging a long moan from Luke. “You feel so good.”

“You too,” Luke pants, tightening his legs around Han’s waist. Their mouths meet in a messy kiss as they rock against each other. Luke’s nails drag down Han’s back while Han’s hand winds in his hair, pulling sharply. Luke nearly shouts when Han works a hand between their body and wraps around his cock. He pulls Luke’s hair with the other hand as he bites the junction between neck and shoulder. Luke wails through his orgasm and thrashes in Han’s arms. Han’s groan is muffled against Luke’s neck as he comes. 

Han pulls out gently, rolling to the side and scooping Luke into his arms. He lays gentle kisses against Luke’s neck and shoulders as he runs a comforting hand down his stomach. Luke rolls his head back, giving Han a dopey grin. 

“I suppose I owe you a real date,” He murmurs, running his fingers across Luke’s cheek. 

“Hmm, waffles are fine,” Luke mumbles sleepily. Han chuckles fondly as he kisses every part of Luke he can reach. 

“Whatever you say, kid.” 

Re: Fill 5/5 Han/Luke, dirty talk, age difference, au

[(Anonymous)]

Mmm, this is so hot!