“Why can’t you be more like your sister?” Han grumbles.
Above him, Luke pouts. Han thinks he could easily be mistaken for a child were it not for his cock inside Luke’s ass.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Han grabs him by the back of his neck and kisses him. The kid’s putting on a brave face, but he can tell that he’s upset him. Han didn’t mean it like that.
“You’re needy,” Han says when they finally pull apart to breathe.
Luke stays sprawled out over Han’s naked, hairy chest and hides his face in Han’s neck. The kid sniffles.
Han sighs and gently rolls Luke over so he’s on top and can look the boy in the eye. Luke pulls his hands away from his face, ashamed of getting so emotional so easily. He was still working on that part of his training.
“It’s because I like you, Han.”
It’s as simple as that, and Han just wants to make it all better.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against Luke’s lips. His hips find a slow rhythm. “I’m sorry.”
Luke kisses him back. He knows Han loves his sister just a little more than he loved Luke. And that was alright. Whatever Han wanted to share with him was reason enough to celebrate.