A/N: Hey there! This is my first time posting Skysolo fic, so I'm just getting my feet wet. Some of these are from Tumblr prompt games, so feel free to head over there and send me another! My is the same as my username here.

I've been obsessing over Skysolo for a while now but just now mustered the courage to post something. I hope I give you some good feels :)

This one is rated M for suggestive content. Not actual smut, but heavy implication.

"Mmm," Han heard Luke moan softly from back in the captain's quarters. "Oh, Han."

Han paused, looking at Chewie beside him. Wasn't the kid sleeping?

"You heard that, too, right?" he asked warily. The Wookie nodded, seeming just as confused as his counterpart. Han drifted his gaze to the doorway of the cockpit, leaning in an ear in hopes of hearing better.

"Oh, Han," he heard Luke repeat. "Yeah, right there."

Han once again looked at Chewie in confusion.

"You think he's dreamin'?" Han guessed, really hoping that was the case. Chewie shrugged, then motioned for Han to go investigate. Han shrugged himself, then slapped his hands on his knees.

"Well, one way to find out." Han rose and gave Chewie a wary look.

"I'd…stay here, pal," he warned. "I don't know what's goin' on back there." Chewie grunted an affirmation, then turned back to the ship's panel.

With that, Han headed back towards the captain's quarters. Upon arrival, he, thankfully, found Luke zonked out, sprawled out on the bed. Han couldn't help but pause and watch his lover sleep for a moment, taking in the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his mouth fell open slightly, and the faintest little snore escaping his lips. Stars, he could just eat Luke up.

"Oh, Han," Luke moaned again. "Yes, yes, yes."

Han chuckled softly, now understanding the situation. He ever so carefully took a seat at the end of the bed, partially wanting to wake Luke and participate in whatever fantasy was playing out, but partly just wanted to take in his beauty.

"Mmm, right there," Luke said in a breathy voice as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Right there?" Han answered mischievously, playing into the game.

"Mhmm," Luke drew out. "That's perfect."

"You like that, baby?" Han purred, a grin teasing the corners of his lips.

"Yes," Luke whined. Han chuckled lightly to himself again, feeling like he could sit here all day and toy with his lover.

"Yeah? You want more?" Han asked seductively. Luke whined hard.

"Yes!" With another soft chuckle, figuring it was probably time to stop trifling with his lover, Han set a gentle hand on Luke's calf.

Still possessing the title of "lightest sleeper in the galaxy," the kid jolted his leg back and snapped his eyes open. With the most endearingly confused look on his face, Luke rubbed his eyes and looked around the room until his gaze landed on Han. He visibly jumped at seeing him, and his cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson as Han chuckled.

"Havin' fun?" Luke bowed his head.

"Was I talking?" he asked, defeated as he most likely already knew the answer. Han laughed.

"A little more than just talkin', Han told his lover. Luke fell back onto the bunk, looking like he wanted to disappear into the mattress.

"Kriff," he whispered, making Han laugh again. A steaming hot thought in his mind, Han leaned forward and moved on top of Luke. He hovered over him, a smirk on face.

"But if you weren't talkin', how would I know what to do with you?" Luke's cheeks reddened a shade darker, but a tentative smile turned up his lips.

"You mean-?"

"Mhm," Han confirmed. "If you're into it." He leaned down and gave his lover a tentative kiss, asking for permission. Luke hung an arm around the back of Han's neck, pulling him in closer.

"Absolutely," he confirmed. Han gave Luke his trademark smirk, winking at him.

"Well then we better get busy, huh?" Luke graced his lover with a giggle.

"I think we should."