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"You’re telling me"—Han stretched out on his back between Leia and Luke—"you two never talked birthdays, or any of that star sign poodoo?"
"What makes you think we didn't?" Leia laughed softly, and snuggled back up against Han like she belonged there.
"I guess I figured there would be less of the"—he motioned between Luke and Leia.
Luke leaned into Han’s other side, and brought his mouth to Han’s ear. “Sibling kriffing?”
Han’s dick twitched with interest. Keeping up with these two is going to kill me.
Leia slowly trailed her fingers down his chest and belly, reversing course as soon as she reached the hair at the base of his cock.
“Even if our celebrated birthdays were identical—“
“Which they weren’t,” Luke’s breath was hot on Han’s skin.
“—Is that so remarkable?” Leia finished.
Han smirked. “No hints from the Force?”
In retaliation, Leia pinched his nipple. Too rough for his taste.
Luke nuzzled up against Han’s throat, and bit him teasingly. “No hints from the Force. No hints from anyone.”
“And aren’t you lucky we didn’t get any hints?” Leia slid her hand around his stiffening cock.
Han groaned, chasing her touch. “So kriffing lucky.”