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“Don’t tell your mom.”

If Ben had one Republic credit for every time he’d heard his dad say that, he could have bought his own ship by now.

This time, it was in reference to the latest job they’d picked up: smuggling contraband past the New Republic checkpoint onto Bakura. Han said their contact in Salis D’aar needed the goods due to the growing political unrest on the planet, and they would not be used improperly. A lot of that happening these days in the galaxy: allegiances hanging by a thread, the New Republic struggling to rebuild, all an invitation for crime to seep in through the growing cracks.

Still, it kept the two of them working. So Ben couldn’t complain much.

He sat back in the copilot seat of the Falcon , crossing his arms over his chest.

“When have I ever told her?” Ben gave the ship’s pilot a small smile.

“Good point. Habit of saying it, I guess.” Han was looking ahead as he began their descent to the outpost. Even from this distance, it didn’t look like much, just a few stores, motels, and farms on a small moon, the sort of place people only stopped at when they were between places, a liminal space for travelers and vagabonds.

Ben sensed there was something his dad wasn’t telling him. He’d closed himself off from the Force almost a year now, but sometimes, he still felt that itch, connecting him to it.

“What did she tell you now?” Ben asked.

Han didn’t answer at first, as he concentrated on getting the ship on the landing pad near the outpost. When he shut down the Falcon , he turned to Ben.

“How did you know?”

“You know…”

He let out a small laugh. Ben tousled his hair, rolling his eyes, but it didn’t bother him that Han always seemed to forget that about him. In truth, it was almost a relief. Over the years, his dad had become the only person to care the least about Ben’s strength in the Force and what that meant for him. He was the only person who never asked anything of Ben because of it, never made assumptions or demands or accusations based on something Ben had no control over. Everyone else had looked at him and saw who or what they wanted to see. For Mom, she only saw Darth Vader. For Luke, he only saw the future of the Jedi Order. The other Padawans had only seen his uncle and his mom’s reflection. Even Lando and Chewbacca hadn’t been able to look at him and not be reminded of the Sith Lord.

But not Han. At least, not these days. Took a few years of them being apart while Ben trained under his uncle, but it’s crazy what a little time and distance can do for a relationship, sometimes for the better. But when they reunited on that fateful day, when the Falcon descended onto Ossus almost a year ago, Han was a changed man.

The decision was a heavy cost for both of them. His parents’ marriage had been rocky even before it began, but after that, and Han’s return to his old ways, it didn’t take long for Leia to end it with him. For Ben, he knew he could never see Luke again after the way he betrayed him. But that’s the thing with freedom: it always comes at a cost. Father and son had made their choice.

Ben had no regrets about walking away when he did. Leaving it all behind to go back to his dad and start over.

“Yeah, she wasn’t happy either. Sent a message this morning. Not to talk, of course. She wanted me to relay a message to Kashyyk.”

“Let me guess. Another favor from an old friend.”

Han got up.

“No matter. Just saying, the New Republic is trying to work out a treaty with Bakura. So, best she doesn’t know we’re here.”

“You got it.” Ben followed his dad out of the cockpit. “So she’s still on that.”

“It’s fine. I get it. She trusts the old furball more than me and we can’t do a damn thing about it.” His dad gave him that old crooked smile.

“I mean, can you blame her? Chewie stayed clean after the war, and…”

“Watch it, punk.” Han gave him a playful jab on the shoulder, which then turned into a hearty squeeze. “Come on. I’m beat."

Ben leaned closer to his dad as they walked. He didn’t know how to say it, but something in him suddenly felt relaxed whenever Han did that. Whether it was a shoulder squeeze, a pat on the back, or a side hug. Han did it a little more with each month that passed since he ‘kidnapped’ Ben from the Jedi temple to pull him back into his old ways, and each time, it made Ben realize how much he needed physical affection. A reminder that he wasn’t a monster, wasn’t fated to become like his grandfather. He was just Ben, no more special or different than anyone else.

He’d never tell Han that. He just hoped it could always be like this. Just the two of them against the galaxy, no one telling them what to do or how to be. His dad’s touch made him feel safe, secure, even wanted.

They grabbed their packs and left the ship, heading to the first motel with a vacancy sign.

“We’ll leave for Bakura in the morning. I don’t feel like traveling anymore today.”

“If you say so.” Ben had just turned nineteen so he liked to think he was old enough to have some say in how they did business. But he also knew his dad had the final word. Besides, he was tired too. And sleeping in a motel sounded nice. The bunk beds on the Falcon weren’t the most accommodating, especially since Ben’s huge growth spurt. He was now an inch taller than his dad.

Han had grunted with surprise when he discovered this. ‘It’s the spring water on Ossus. No chemicals. Makes anyone taller,’ he had said. Yeah, sure, Dad, whatever helps you feel better about your son being taller than you.

At the front desk, Han paid for their room in cash. The receptionist, a female Trandoshan, handed them their key.

“You’re in luck. You got the last room. Just one bed, though.”

“Oh.” Han glanced at Ben.

Ben shrugged with indifference. Their beds were so close together in the Falcon , how different could sharing one large bed be?

“Thanks,” Han said to her. He took the key and they headed to the second floor, then down two halls to the last vacant room. The bed was big enough for about three Human adults, and it had a kitchenette, a spacious refresher too. Not bad for a motel in the middle of nowhere.

Ben threw his pack into the nearest chair and peeled off his leather jacket.

“I’m going to clean up.”

“Alright. I’ll probably have a drink. You want one?” Han began searching his pack for the bottle he brought with him.

“Nah, not tonight.” Ben shut the refresher door behind him and stripped off the rest of his clothes, leaving them in a pile in the corner. He started up the shower, turning the temperature up just shy of boiling, and stepped in. It was a real nice one too, spacious just like the bed, not like the one in the Falcon so small that you could barely turn around in it.

As he usually did when he was taking a shower, he took advantage of his few minutes of privacy. Ben closed his eyes, leaned against the tile wall, and gently gripped his cock, working his fist back and forth until he had an erection.

One drawback about his new lifestyle, privacy was harder to come by. When Han had to step away for an errand or told Ben to stay behind on the ship for a little while, Ben always got at least one out as quickly as he could. Trouble was, if he didn’t do it at least once a day, it started to affect his mood, even his focus. He didn’t even have his own private room on the Falcon , so he had to time it just right some days. Ironically, he had found far more chances back on Ossus. Long story short, you can get a lot of alone time if you report it as ‘meditation.’ Plus there were the other Padawans to mess around with whenever they got the chance.

His dad probably knew about it too. Han had been a teenager once too, after all. But if he knew, he never mentioned it to Ben. Which made Ben like to think he was doing a good job of keeping his habit discreet.

It didn’t take him long to get fully hard. The room filled with steam, fogging up the shower door. His mouth hung open as he palmed at his cock, thumbing the tip just the way he really liked to, conjuring up images that always got him there the fastest. Today, he had one holovid in mind that he’d gotten a lot of mileage out of since he found it a month ago: a boy about his age sucking off an older man, then being fucked by him. Ben bit back a groan as he imagined himself deepthroating another man’s cock, how it must feel pulsing in his mouth, the taste and smell of him…

The refresher door hissed open. Ben jolted in alarm. Quickly, he let go of his cock and turned away, praying Han didn’t see it.

“Would it kill you to knock?!”

“Sorry, kid, just grabbing something,” his dad muttered.

“Th-that’s fine.” Ben squeezed his eyes shut, forehead pressed against the tile. He tried to conceal his labored breathing, but he was already so worked up, his cock rock hard. It would be obvious to anyone what he had been up to. Hopefully, Han just wouldn’t say anything.

He heard his dad rummaging around the shelf above the sink. Then he spoke up.

“You’re taking a while. Everything okay?”

Goddammit. He knows and he’s going to make fun of me for it.

“I’m fine. Can you just grab what you need and leave me alone?” Ben asked, his tone sharper this time. He couldn’t help it. Being interrupted in the middle of his alone time was the easiest way to get on his bad side.

Instead, he heard his dad step closer to the shower door. What the fuck was he doing? How much was he going to draw this out?

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Ben bit his lip.

“Okay. But don’t waste all the hot water. You’ve already steamed up the whole damn place. Wouldn’t be fair if you used it all up.”

“Right. Got it.” Ben took a deep breath, inhaling the steam. Then, hoping it would be enough of an inappropriate joke to chase his dad away, he decided to retort back, “Maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about that if you got in here with me, old man.”

Han didn’t answer him. Ben’s shoulders sagged. Maybe his dad decided that was enough and finally left him alone. Now he could get some relief, at last. He was so pent up that he didn’t even wait to hear the door hiss shut behind Han before he gripped his cock again, reeling himself back into that holovid.

Ben didn’t even hear the shower door open. But it must have at some point while he was stroking his cock, gnawing on his bottom lip to keep quiet. Because about five seconds after he resumed jerking off, he felt a warm hand on his side, just above his ass.

Ben jumped, more than just alarmed this time. Now he was scared.

“It’s okay, kid. It’s just me.” It was Han.

Ben blinked the water out of his eyes. That’s right. It wasn’t a stranger. It was just his dad’s hand there.

“What are you–what are you doing?” he managed to ask.

“Doing what you suggested: saving on hot water.”

Ben heard the shower door shut behind his dad. He saw Han reach to the side and grab one of the bottles of hair product. He was so startled by what was happening that it even took him a second to realize the obvious: his dad was naked. Naked and standing right behind him.

“Um, Dad?” He cleared his throat. “Is this…”

“You’re a man now. Men do this all the time, Ben. It’s no big deal.”

“Uh…right. Yeah. I guess that’s true.” He did have a point. Although they had never done something like this, Ben knew it wasn’t unheard of, men sharing the same shower room or undressing or dressing together. And he was technically a man now. So why should it be weird? Why should he feel flustered or embarrassed at all? This was normal.

Trouble was, his raging erection wasn’t going away. In fact, he felt even harder now. It must be from how hot and steamy the room was now.

Ben tried to slow his breathing, in the hopes that would get his body calmed down. He grabbed the bottle of body wash and hastily started lathering himself up.

“You okay?” Han asked.

“I’m fine. I just…”

“I interrupted something, didn’t I?” But his tone wasn’t mocking, or accusatory. He sounded calm, like this all wasn’t a big deal.

“Yeah. I was kind of busy,” Ben admitted. He didn’t exactly have evidence to the contrary.

“No worries, kid. We all do it. I do it all the time too, you know.” Before Ben could reply to that, he felt his dad’s hand on his shoulder. “You know you don’t have to stop.”

“What…?” Ben squeezed his eyes shut again, unsure of what to feel anymore. His dad’s hand felt comforting, but he still felt the shame from being caught. Laced with the strangeness of whatever was happening. And his arousal from before, still burning deep.

“Go on, Ben. Don’t let me stop you. You’re gonna get real cranky if you don’t finish.”

“Oh. Okay.” Ben wanted to snap back at him that he would finish a hell of a lot sooner if he could be alone, yet the sharp words tripped and stumbled in his mouth before they could come out. As if any defiance or fight had been sucked clean out of him. He didn’t move for a few moments, listening to his dad run his hand through his hair. This close, he could smell Han’s sweat and musk, and he knew if he just turned his head slightly, he would see his naked body. The scar tissue from decades of hard living, the muscles that had lost a bit of shape with age but were still strong and firm, and he couldn’t tell if that was making his arousal better or worse.

Then he felt something on the side of his neck. Han’s lips, just brushing him underneath his ear. Ben bucked his hips.

“Ben?” Han whispered. “You okay? Need some help?”

And it was those words that shut down any worries, distractions, or hesitations Ben had up until then. Any thoughts that this was wrong, and that it wasn’t even going on at all, that surely this was just a normal thing between father and son and he was reading into it, and if he wasn’t reading into it, then he should make him leave or just get out of here…it all left him.

Whatever was happening to him, to his body and his need for relief, finally broke down the wall that had been holding him back.

He needed this. And at least for now, he didn’t care if it was wrong.

“Dad…” Ben found himself leaning his body back, inching closer to him. When he felt something press up against his ass, and he knew it was his dad’s own cock, hard and thick and heavy, he couldn’t bite back the moan of want in him. A wave of cold rushed through his body, despite the heat in the room, until he could not think of anything else. “Please, Dad…”

“Come here, kid.” Han put one arm over his son’s chest. The other reached around, fingers taking their time along Ben’s stomach, his hip, his thigh. Ben whimpered impatiently, but Han only shushed him, lips brushing the outer shell of his ear. “Shhh. Don’t tell your mom.”

Finally, Han’s hand was around Ben’s dick. He began a slow but steady rhythm, moving his fist all the way to the tip, then dragging it back down to the base. He peppered the side of Ben’s face with slow kisses, and Ben could hear him breathing hard too.

“Fuck, kid, your dick is huge. Almost as big as your old man’s.”

“Sh-shut up…oh, fuck…fuck!” Ben pressed up against Han’s body, leaning his head back, as he lost himself in his pleasure. Both his palms were against the tile wall now, just to keep himself steady. He probably should have felt humiliated at the desperate cries and moans he was making, but he didn’t even care. His dad was fisting his cock at just the right pace, just the right amount of pressure.

As he stood there, thighs trembling, dizzy and hornier than he’d ever been in his life, Han’s other hand grabbed at Ben’s pecs. He fondled them, even gave them a few squeezes and slaps. Being touched there turned Ben on even more and he let out a long, loud whine.

“That’s it, kid. You’re doing real good. Fuck, Ben, I had no idea you were such a slut.” He grabbed one of Ben’s pecs until he found his nipple and could pinch it between his thumb and index finger. “You like having your tits played with?”

“Yes!” Ben could barely breathe now. He’d never been touched there before, and it was so new and overwhelming he felt like he was going to faint.

Han stroked his cock a little faster now, picking up the pace. He let go of Ben’s chest only to grab him by the chin and arch his head back. For a few moments Ben didn’t hear him speak, just heard his dad moaning and hissing as he stroked him. When Han spoke again it was in a low whisper.

“When I’m done jerking you off, I’m going to fuck you on that bed. How’s that sound, kid? You want to feel your dad’s dick in your ass?”

Ben groaned, shuddering as more of his precum spilled all over Han’s fingers. Just the mention of being fucked in the ass by him was more than he could take.

“Please. Please , Dad. I need you…”

“Only if you promise not to tell your mom.” He squeezed the base of Ben’s cock until he squealed. “You got that? You only get to come and get that slutty ass fucked if you promise you won’t tell.”

“I won’t! I promise!” Ben whimpered. “Oh god, please, Dad, I’m so close…!”

Before he came, Han clamped his hand over his son’s mouth, so that all Ben could do was make muffled screams and cries against him. Ben’s eyes rolled back and his mind shut down, feeling nothing but Han stroking him. When he finally came a moment later, shooting his cum all over the tile wall of the shower, he nearly blacked out.

Han hushed him again, kissing him on the cheek as he helped milk every last drop out of him.

“Goooood job, kid. You did so, so good.”

“Th-thank you…” Ben managed to say.

Han slowly turned him around, and Ben couldn’t resist grabbing his dad by the shoulders. He pulled Han in for a sloppy kiss, and when their lips met, Ben opened his mouth so he could taste him. All he knew was that whatever this was, he wanted more of it. Needed more of it.

Han slipped both hands around his son’s waist, holding him there as they kissed hungrily. When he pulled away, he cupped Ben’s cheek.

“Okay. Let’s finish up in here and then I’ll move you to the bed.”

Ben nodded eagerly, wasting no time scrubbing himself down. It was the fastest he’d ever cleaned himself in his life. When they were done, his dad motioned for him to hold still. Han grabbed a towel and dried off his son’s hair for him. Now and then, he gave him a small kiss, which Ben returned, still feeling needy. He couldn’t stop looking down at Han’s leaking cock and thinking about how much he wanted to feel it inside him.

When Han had decided he was dried off enough, he tossed the towel aside.

“On the bed, kid.”

Ben didn’t think twice about it and hurried out of the refresher. No, he wouldn’t tell his mom about any of it. Neither what happened in that shower, or whatever was about to happen tonight in this room.

He laid down on the bed, realized he was still biting his bottom lip, and tried to relax. As he waited a few moments for his dad to emerge, a fresh wave of anxiety came over him. He’d never done penetration before, not even with the Padawans or using something on his own time. The thought of it sounded amazing, but would it hurt? Would his dad be too much for him to handle?

Han came out of the refresher soon after, running a towel through his salt-and-pepper hair. When he saw Ben there, all laid out on the bed for him, he let out a small groan, as if from desire, that made Ben wonder how long Han had been wanting this.

Ben watched him, unable to stop staring at his cock, as Han knelt over him on the bed. As he looked down at Ben, he ran his palm slowly up Ben’s stomach and chest, then to his neck, until his thumb grazed Ben’s bottom lip.

With his other hand, he reached down, cupped the back of Ben’s thigh, and guided him to pull back his leg so he could reach him. Ben saw that Han had grabbed something from the refresher that looked like a small cylinder. It wasn’t huge, but it was a bit longer than the length of Han’s hand and narrow at the tip, with a flat circular shape at the bottom. It glistened as if from sort of oily substance.

Ben let out a small moan as it hit him what he was looking at. How long had his dad been holding onto it? How long had he been waiting for a chance just like tonight to use it on Ben?

“Easy, Ben. You’ve never done this before, have you?”

It was all in his tone. He knew he was going to be Ben’s first. That was why he had this on him, for however long, and why he had it right now.

Ben shook his head, his face flushed. Part of him still couldn’t believe this was happening, that his dad really was about to fuck him. As for the other part of him…he didn’t even want to ask why he wasn’t stopping it. Han seemed to pick up on his shame, and he gave Ben’s ass cheek a gentle squeeze, exactly the way he’d touched his shoulder, arm, or back so many times the past year.

“It’s okay. Just relax. God, I can’t wait to be inside you, though.”

“Okay, Dad. I’ll try…” Ben did as he was told to the best of his abilities, easing the tension in his muscles as Han slipped his hand down just below Ben’s cock, holding the plug there. When he felt the first pressure against his hole, nothing happened. It didn’t hurt. Then, as he felt Han pressing more up against him, Ben couldn’t help but tense at the new sensation. “Oh, fuck…”

“You’re doing great, son.” Han leaned down and kissed him on the lips, taking Ben’s bottom lip in his mouth and lightly sucking on it. He kissed him again before pulling away. “Just keep relaxed as best you can.”

“Okay…” Ben gazed up at him, as Han eased the tip of the plug in his ass. When the tight muscle finally gave way, Ben let out a small whine. He reached up, grabbing onto Han’s shoulders for support.

Little by little, Han was working the plug in a little deeper. Stretching him out an inch at a time.

Ben dug his fingertips into his dad’s shoulders, then rested his head against the pillow. Once he got past the fear of it, it felt incredible.

“Dad…oh, fuck. Please fuck me,” he couldn’t help but plea. He didn’t care anymore. He was beyond that. He needed this man’s cock inside him, whatever it took.

“Easy, kid. Not so fast. I need to stretch you out a little more first before you’re ready.”

Ben didn’t listen, even as his dad pushed the plug the rest of the way in, and his toes curled when he felt his hole close around the base of the plug, sealing it in.

“Please…Dad, can I…” It came out without him even thinking twice. “Can I suck your cock?”

Han groaned and sat up. He gripped the base of his own cock, still hard and had dripped some precum onto Ben’s abdomen. When he looked down at Ben, a new darkness had come over his eyes.

“Yeah? You want to taste the cock that made you?”

Ben whimpered, somehow even more turned on at the thought of it.

“Please, Dad. You’ve taken such good care of me, let me take care of you.”

“Okay…come here, kid.”

Ben started to move, which jostled the plug in his ass and made him moan out. His cock twitched against his stomach, but Han stopped him. He laid a hand on his son’s chest, then got off the bed and walked around to the side. Then he cupped the back of Ben’s head, rolling him over he lay on his side facing his dad.

When Ben’s mouth was positioned just next to Han’s dick, Ben parted his lips. Closing his eyes, feeling Han’s hand combing through his hair, he stuck out his tongue and lapped at the underside of Han’s cock.

Instantly, he was rewarded with the sound of Han’s deep, low groan. He pulled Ben a little closer and Ben complied, opening his mouth wider until the head of his cock could slip into his mouth. He lapped at the underside some more before flicking his tongue along the sides, aroused by the taste of Han’s cock and his precum. And the sounds his dad was making as Ben sucked on him. Ben’s own cock twitched again and he had to resist thrusting his hips to grind against the bed; he wanted to focus just on pleasing Han for now.

“Oh, my god. Fuck, Ben, that’s so good…” Han said as he watched Ben begin rocking his head back and forth. “I had no idea you were such a talented cocksucker.”

Ben made a muffled moan of affirmation. He rocked his head back some more, easing more and more of Han’s cock in his mouth until he reached the back of Ben’s throat. Ben held it there, sticking out his tongue as far as it would go until it just brushed Han’s balls. Then he pulled away with a loud slurping sound, and quickly moved back in to lick at the trails of spit he’d left behind.

Han moaned louder. He let go of Ben’s head, only to give his ass a hard smack. It jolted the plug again, making Ben whine, but he didn’t lose concentration and took Han’s cock all the way to his throat a second time. He was hardly aware of anything else, nothing but the taste and smell of cock, of his mouth being filled with it, of how he felt that he could do this for hours and hours and still not want to stop.

Han smacked his ass again. Then, he started moving on his own. Bucking his hips and thrusting into the open mouth on the side of the bed. Ben relaxed his jaw, fighting back his gag reflex, and let his dad fuck his throat.

“Fuuuuck, kid…fuck, you have such a pretty mouth.”

Ben blushed at the praise. He choked a little, and coughed, but kept his mouth wide open. Han thrusted a few more times before slowing down, and finally pulling away. His hand was on the back of Ben’s head again.

“Lie on your back, son.”

Ben bit back a whine, but he wasn’t going to complain. He rolled over on his back again, cock red and leaking with want, as Han climbed up on top of him again. Obediently, Ben spread his legs wide for him, as if to show his dad how ready he was and how much he needed this. Han roughly patted the base of the plug a few times with his palm. Each tap made Ben moan out. He trembled, grasping at the bed sheets. When Han grabbed the plug and pulled it out about halfway, only to shove it right back in, Ben cried out.

“Okay. You’re ready.”

Han slowly pulled out the plug, tossed it aside, and spat on his palm a few times. Ben watched him smear his spit along his cock. By now, Ben had forgotten about any anxieties with his first time doing this.

When he seemed ready, Han leaned over, gripping the base, carefully positioning himself up against Ben’s hole. Ben eagerly watched him, waiting. He noticed Han begin to pause before he was inside him, and the longer he paused, the more Ben tensed again, this time with worry.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” he asked softly.

In response, Han cupped his face, combing his hand through his son’s jet black hair.

“No. Not at all. I was just…looking at you.” Han’s voice was gentle now. “Do you know how gorgeous you are, kid?”

Ben flushed at the praise, but Han wasn’t done.

“You got some of my looks, but…so many of your mom’s too. You got all her best features.” Han leaned down and kissed him again. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”

He moaned against Han’s lips. Then forced Han’s mouth open until he could suck on his tongue, soothed by the weight of Han’s body on top of him. When he felt a new pressure, more intense than before, press up against his hole, he spread his legs further apart.

He was still sucking on Han’s tongue as Han finally pushed his cock inside him. They groaned against each other’s mouths, and Han cupped his face to hold him there. He arched his back, easing himself in a little deeper, rubbing his stomach up against Ben’s cock. When Han pulled away from the kiss only to breathe, Ben wrapped his arms around Han’s shoulders, and felt himself beginning to whimper as his ass was stretched out more and more.

“Dad…fuck, it’s so big…”

“You’re okay, kid. You can take it.” He locked Ben in another kiss. One hand cupped the back of his son’s head, and the other reached down until he could grab a fistful of Ben’s ass, squeezing tight. “Your ass feels so fucking good. I love that I get to be your first. First cock to split you open and make you my little whore.”

Ben whimpered again, this time out of pleasure, as he felt Han’s dick begin to hit that sweet spot inside him. He thrust his hips a little, rubbing his cock against Han’s stomach again.

But Han sat up again, and with one hand on Ben’s chest, pinned him down to the bed.

“Now lie still, son. Your ass is going to suck on daddy’s cock until I’m done. You just tell me when you’re close.”

Ben nodded again, too delirious to put together the words. Han kept him pinned down as he worked up a quicker pace.  The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and he could smell both of their sweat and musk now, and above his own moans and cries, Han groaned out like a primal animal who had lost all control.

All Ben could do was keep his legs spread wide, watching Han fuck his ass. With each thrust of Han’s hips, he felt his hole stretched out just a little more, able to take more from his thick, heavy cock. Ben could hear himself letting out incoherent pleas for more, telling his dad how good his cock felt, how much he wanted to be filled with his cum. His mouth hung open as he moaned, mesmerized at the sight of the older man’s chest and stomach bouncing a little with each thrust.

It didn’t take him much longer to realize he was going to come again. He didn’t know how much he could take.

“Fuck…Dad? Dad, I…I’m going to…!” He cried out as Han roughly grabbed his hips and slammed him down harder. He felt like he was being split in two by his cock, his hole ravaged and used over and over without mercy.

Han smacked his ass again, and groaned out something about how he was going to come inside him, but Ben hardly heard him. He arched his back, staring up at the ceiling, as his second orgasm overtook his body, impaled on Han’s cock as his cum spurted all over his chest and stomach. Some of Ben’s cum even landed on his mouth and chin. His eyes rolled back, too overwhelmed to move, just laying there as he came over and over.

He was vaguely aware of Han’s hand pressing on his chest, and he wasn’t stopping. It didn’t take Han much longer to finish. He cried out Ben’s name as he slammed his cock all the way inside him, and with a long moan, finally had his release.

Ben cooed and sighed helplessly, feeling his dad’s cum deep in his bowels. It felt so warm, so filling, so satisfying.

Then he felt Han’s lips against his own again, kissing him hungrily. Han even licked at where Ben had come on himself before he kissed him again, and Ben moaned at the taste of himself on his dad’s tongue. Han’s cock was still inside him, and Ben didn’t want him to pull away. He would rather this go on and on.

“I love you so much, kid,” his dad whispered against his ear.

In the back of his mind, Ben had one last sinking thought that this was wrong. That they had acted on something that never should have been there to begin with. That they could never take it back, and the rest of their lives would forever be defined by this one night, this one moment that could never be moved on from, never undone.

But the thought passed on by as quickly as it had arrived. He was in too much bliss right now to even care. Too drunk on whatever he had just gotten a taste of tonight that he knew, he just knew, he never wanted anything else. This was what he had been craving every time Han touched him, ever since he bailed him out. This was all he wanted from now on: this form of love, of connection. He leaned up and gave Han one more kiss.

“I love you too, Dad.”

Han smiled against Ben’s lips, and said what had become almost an inside joke, now to a degree Ben never would have seen coming before tonight.

“Remember…don’t tell your mom.”