Fic: Please (Star Wars, Luke/Han, FRT-13)
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kathierif_ficTitle: Please
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Luke Skywalker/Han Solo
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It had taken Han hours to get Luke there.
A/N: for kink_bingo, prompt “begging”. 582 words.
“Please.”
It had taken Han Solo hours of cunning tricks and a smuggler’s patience to get him to this point. Hours of breaking down and slipping off defensive walls and layers of training, of expectations and duties.
It had been a winding and long path, but they had finally reached their final goal, the one they had aimed for when they had set out for this quest.
“Please,” Luke repeated, his back bowed and covered in slick sweat. His voice was rough and scratchy, catching slightly on the consonants of the one single owrd he could manage to get over his lips.
His arms and legs started to tremble as tension flowed off of him like the sweat that was freely pouring down his body, unhindered by clothes. His face was a splotched red, his eyes wide and unseeing.
It had been a long road, getting to this point and forgetting about everything else. Everything else had slowly faded into the background of his mind, leaving him free and focused on the strong feeling elicited by speaking this one word, of being allowed this.
The first time he’d said it, his voice had been weak, thread, hoarse, as if he’d spent the past few hours screaming when there had been none of that. But his voice was getting stronger, the power and the feelings running through him making him and every single part of him feel as if the Living Force was filling him.
It made him feel alive.
It was such an intense mixture of strong emotions that it threatened to overwhelm him for a moment, and he wrapped his arms around Han’s knees and pressed his overheated forehead against his hip, breathing in huge, stuttering gasps against the rough fabric of Han’s pants.
And even if it was overwhelming, it was a beautiful feeling and Luke couldn’t help himself, he had to have more of it, like an addict.
“Please,” he sobbed, every single letter of the word like ice, hard and smooth and perfect against the inside of his throat and mouth, sharp-edged and dangerous when wielded without the necessary care and so perfect.
Right here, while kneeling by Han’s feet, the word was handled with the proper respect, and speaking it and knowing he was safe made Luke feel as if delicate fingers were wrapped around his body, stroking and squeezing him gently and teasingly, soothing and arousing every sense and fiber of him.
There was only one thing left to do, and Luke awaited it with trembling fingers clutched tight, his arousal almost forgotten among the myriad of emotions Han forced him to feel with the single word, even when it was hard and hot between this thighs. The word had left his lips three times now, each one making him experience deeper and more intensely, and he now had only his body, curled against Han, to beg for this last particle of this experience.
Han took his time, letting Luke enjoy every second of this sweet torture, before finally, he reached down with a warm, broad hand and brushed it through Luke’s hair, pushing it back so he could see Luke’s face more clearly, and speaking, his voice warm and kind and freeing Luke from this situation, again with a single word of redemption.
“Yes.”
And Luke came, his begging answered, his body giving in, his mind falling silent while the Force freely flowed through him and connected him to every living being in the universe.
~end.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Luke Skywalker/Han Solo
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: It had taken Han hours to get Luke there.
A/N: for kink_bingo, prompt “begging”. 582 words.
“Please.”
It had taken Han Solo hours of cunning tricks and a smuggler’s patience to get him to this point. Hours of breaking down and slipping off defensive walls and layers of training, of expectations and duties.
It had been a winding and long path, but they had finally reached their final goal, the one they had aimed for when they had set out for this quest.
“Please,” Luke repeated, his back bowed and covered in slick sweat. His voice was rough and scratchy, catching slightly on the consonants of the one single owrd he could manage to get over his lips.
His arms and legs started to tremble as tension flowed off of him like the sweat that was freely pouring down his body, unhindered by clothes. His face was a splotched red, his eyes wide and unseeing.
It had been a long road, getting to this point and forgetting about everything else. Everything else had slowly faded into the background of his mind, leaving him free and focused on the strong feeling elicited by speaking this one word, of being allowed this.
The first time he’d said it, his voice had been weak, thread, hoarse, as if he’d spent the past few hours screaming when there had been none of that. But his voice was getting stronger, the power and the feelings running through him making him and every single part of him feel as if the Living Force was filling him.
It made him feel alive.
It was such an intense mixture of strong emotions that it threatened to overwhelm him for a moment, and he wrapped his arms around Han’s knees and pressed his overheated forehead against his hip, breathing in huge, stuttering gasps against the rough fabric of Han’s pants.
And even if it was overwhelming, it was a beautiful feeling and Luke couldn’t help himself, he had to have more of it, like an addict.
“Please,” he sobbed, every single letter of the word like ice, hard and smooth and perfect against the inside of his throat and mouth, sharp-edged and dangerous when wielded without the necessary care and so perfect.
Right here, while kneeling by Han’s feet, the word was handled with the proper respect, and speaking it and knowing he was safe made Luke feel as if delicate fingers were wrapped around his body, stroking and squeezing him gently and teasingly, soothing and arousing every sense and fiber of him.
There was only one thing left to do, and Luke awaited it with trembling fingers clutched tight, his arousal almost forgotten among the myriad of emotions Han forced him to feel with the single word, even when it was hard and hot between this thighs. The word had left his lips three times now, each one making him experience deeper and more intensely, and he now had only his body, curled against Han, to beg for this last particle of this experience.
Han took his time, letting Luke enjoy every second of this sweet torture, before finally, he reached down with a warm, broad hand and brushed it through Luke’s hair, pushing it back so he could see Luke’s face more clearly, and speaking, his voice warm and kind and freeing Luke from this situation, again with a single word of redemption.
“Yes.”
And Luke came, his begging answered, his body giving in, his mind falling silent while the Force freely flowed through him and connected him to every living being in the universe.
~end.