Story Challenge #7: 14th October 2003
Five minutes, starting with the word "paradoxically".

Comparisons
A 5-minute SW ficlet by Morgan D.

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Paradoxically, despite having all his clothes on — if a bit dishevelled —, Luke had never felt more naked.

It had been so different with Biggs. His first lover, so vertiginously fast when racing a speeder along the narrow gaps between the walls of Beggar's Canyon, had always taken his time in their lovemaking. He would strip Luke of every piece of fabric he might be wearing, study his body with grinning eyes and mercilessly teasing fingers, and murmur gentle words to show his passionate appreciation of the view. Then he would give Luke the chance to return the favour, shedding his own clothes, leaving to the younger man the hard decision of which felt hotter to his skin: his lover's flesh or the desert sand burning beneath him even through the thick quilt they would have lain on.

Han Solo would have none of this. Pulling down the orange flight suit and uniform pants to form a heap around Luke's thighs, sneaking a hand inside the many layers of clothing covering his torso to pinch an aching nipple, inserting one tantalising, lube-coated finger inside him... That was usually all the foreplay Han would bother with before zipping down his own fly and screwing the blond silly against the edge of the Falcon's holo-chess table.

Luke couldn't call the position — or the entire situation — comfortable. The clumped clothes prevented him from spreading his legs, his boots threatened to slip on the smooth floor as Han moved frenziedly behind him, his feverish sweat soaked his insulation-padded uniform while his exposed skin was scourged by the frigid air of Hoth.

However, the most agonisingly embarrassing factor in all this was the gut feeling that, as his throat was slashed by piercing moans of lust and pleasure, his soul lay barer before Han's smug stare than it had ever been under Biggs' loving gaze.

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