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The General awoke with a start, heart thrumming in his chest as he took in shaking breaths and sat up in his bed. There was a fine layer of sweat over his skin that he could feel in the cool air of the room, bringing his palm over his forehead and he scolded himself, a mild disgust rising at the memory of his dream—liplocked with Kylo Ren, rutting against each other on his bed, leather clad fingers mussing his hair. He gave a quick shake of his head to dispel the memory, lip curling up—there was a lot of tension lately, many soldiers lost to the Resistance. Perhaps it was just an attraction to the power—why was he trying to justify this? It was just a dream. He fell back onto the bed with an agitated sigh, turning towards his clock. It was an hour until first alarm. He shook his head and rolled his eyes; no point in going back to sleep. He wasn't looking forward to the day.
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Kylo had passed across the command room, eyes catching the General's for only a moment—typically much more incriminating, but that was fine with Hux given the memory that flared up at the sight of the man.
Throughout the planning meeting, Hux could feel the attentive flicker of Kylo's eyes up on him and away, and it was driving him mad. Enough to the point of catching the next look with a hard one and a sharp glare that could have cut through the hull. Kylo's shoulder pulled forward more to square himself up with the other at the challenge, but relinquished it for the preservation of the Resistance destruction plan, averting his gaze soon after with an inaudible huff. General Hux certainly had an expert ability to vex him in a moment's time, but he was valuable, whether Kylo always appreciated that or not, and they both knew it.
It wasn't until after the meeting that Hux had realized what that odd sensation was during. He had dismissed it as a rough night of sleep, but it was Kylo pulling at his mind, sensing his intention, gleaning, and he didn't like it. The other had dismissed himself already, so the hunt was on around the ship, though he thought he knew where to find him.
He let himself in to the throne room, pacing hard across the sleek, obsidian surface, hearing his steps echo off the walls and nothing else. He wasn't in here, or if he was he was hiding well.
Kylo stood, motionless, in General Hux's private quarters. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, savoring the too clean scent of aftershave mingling with the almost undetectable scent of the General. It arose a blush in to Ren's neck and cheeks, and a quick flash of arousal. He didn't want to be like this, to feel this way, but General Hux had been plaguing his thoughts, waking and otherwise, a carnal craving for the man, his skin, his taste, and desperation for release at his hand. It had become so dissatisfying to just pleasure himself to the thought of the General's hands on him, and he had tried to fight it, fight his attraction, but it was a maelstrom in his senses constantly—seeing him, hearing him, smelling him, knowing he was near and so readily accessible if only in a physical sense. He could probably have anyone on the ship; why did it have to be Hux. Because he wanted his sternness, his hard demeanor, his insufferable pride, his fearless ego, those piercing and deep gray-green eyes, that war-torn and steeled power—he stopped himself. He opened his eyes slowly, looking around and felt a twinge of embarrassment.
He stepped swiftly out of the room, pacing down the hall without so much of a pause in transition, sensing the other near, but not in enough time to evade him. They nearly collided in a corridor cross section, Kylo patently ignoring the other as he walked with his gaze drawn down and brow knit contemplatively.
Hux stuttered in his step, turning towards the other with a narrowing of the eyes at his lack of acknowledgment. “Supreme Leader,” he started venomously, indignation rising. Kylo stopped, completely unmoving as they both stood in the hallway. And it was then Hux realized he didn't even know what he was going to say. That he had had a sexually suggestive dream about the man who may know nothing about it and Hux may have read to much in to at the meeting?
“What is it, General?” Kylo's voice seemed normal—distant and possibly annoyed, but normal.
“Nothing, nevermind,” he could feel himself nearly spit as he turned and walked away. Kylo felt the corners of his lips curl up just slightly, gaze drawing forward, and he wondered less now if the General had shared the same dream with him.
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It was the third dream within a week, and Hux sat up with more indignation than anything else. He was tired of waking up unexpectedly sweat and horny, and it was trying his nerve. And he was feeling increasingly powerless against it when he couldn't bring himself to bring it up to Kylo Ren in the infrequent passings he did have with the man. He had never been so grateful and put-out of his lack of presence, but it was clearly becoming a problem for the two of them, and one that needed to find resolve. He looked over at his clock, noticing something odd and squinting in the low light. His commendation drawer was very slightly displaced, and he hadn't opened it in weeks. His gaze leveled with the far wall, closing his eyes in abject annoyance.
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Kylo stood in Hux's quarters, staring at his bed, focus distant as he tried to rid himself of the sensation that quelled at the sight of the General's possessions. He stepped closer to his dress uniform, taking a sleeve slowly between his fingers and lifting it up, dropping it shortly after to remove his glove before hesitantly grabbing it again, thumb running curiously over the texture of the fabric. He paused several times as he drew the sleeve end up to his face, brushing the fabric over his cheek and inhaling deeply—it was never going to be good enough.
“Is there something I can help you with, Supreme Leader?” came the bitter and indignant snap of Hux's voice in the room—how did he not hear the door open?
Kylo's body stiffened very slightly, lowering the sleeve and turning his head back slightly in acknowledgment. He turned fully, raising his hand up to the other, but as he opened his mouth, Hux apprehended his wrist, drawn closer as Ren drew it back in an attempt at freedom.
“No, you're not pulling that nonsense on me,” Hux demanded as he struggled with the other over his wrist for a moment longer before his feet lifted from the ground. He released his grip on the other to draw the small dagger from his sleeve, hand shaking as he fought for control over his appendage, point of the monomolecular weapon aimed at the other.
Kylo's eyes narrowed slightly, letting the General fall to his feet, blade still threatening as they stood each other down. “What are you going to do with that, General?” Ren's tone was level, laced with amusement and exhaustion.
“Teach you your place...but I suppose you would like that, wouldn't you?”
Kylo felt himself recoil just slightly and cursed himself for it. “I'm not sure I know what you mean.” He could feel the heat creep up his neck and tried to will it away.
“You know exactly what I mean. You and your lascivious thoughts torment my non-waking existence—I don't know what you need to do to fix it, but I would appreciate it if you would focus your attention on its resolution.”
“I've been trying,” Kylo replied distantly, averting his gaze. Hux replaced his weapon, straightening his sleeves before running his hand through his hair to make sure it hadn't fallen too far out of place. “I can fix this,” he offered, distantly, dejectedly.
“Can it be 'fixed' outside of my room then?”
Kylo didn't look at him, just left, moving the General out of the way as he did, stride never faltering and not a word spoken. Hux's eyes followed him as he left, lips pursing momentarily in thought—this was going to be a problem.
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Kylo's stride was wide, but Hux's was faster, quickly catching up to the other over the reflective surface of the great throne room. Kylo turned, venom in his eyes that quickly melted to shock and uncertainty when the General's hands balled into his uniform jacket, drawing him in with a hot mouth sealed fervently over Kylo's quickening pulse, teeth quick to follow to break his concentration just before he tossed the younger to the ground, Ren catching himself with a pulse before hitting the floor, suspending the General in mid movement as he descended on the other. “We both know we are out of options—just let me help you.”
“I have it under control.”
“You're a terrible liar,” Hux scowled. “At least ever since you tried to blame Snoke's death on that girl.” Kylo's expression softened, turning inward as he tried to hide any tell. “That's right. I knew the moment that stupid lie came out of your mouth. And I know your power, Kylo Ren. I know what you must go through to try and control it, control this ship, this Order. Let me absolve you of some. It doesn't have to be your fight alone.”
Kylo's eyes flickered between each of Hux's, lowering him slowly until the General was supporting his own weight over the other. “I guarantee I am equally qualified in this position as my title.” The haughty condescencion in his eyes caught in the low glare off the floor, and Ren hoped Hux was having a harder time seeing the heat that rose into his cheeks, his collar suddenly too warm.
Hux took in a deep breath, calming as he faced down the prospect before him, trying to convince himself that the reward was well worth the effort and discomfort. Ren was certainly not on the top of the General's list for potential bed mates; his attitude was dissuading to name several points of irritation, but at least the man was easy to look at, and better under the hand. And all of that raw power—he could practically feel it thrum under his palm as it laid over Kylo's chest. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad at it seemed. “Have you done this before?” Hux almost whispered, voice low as he ran his hand up the other, trying to soothe the apprehensive tremble in him.
“Of course I have,” he nearly spat, insulted by the insinuation, but it wasn't entirely true. He knew exactly to what Hux was referring, and that he hadn't. It seemed degrading, and the knowing look in the General's eyes reflected the Force-wielder's concern.
“I meant what you've dreamt of,” Hux responded flatly, affect matching, hand stroking back down and further down to the man's thigh.
There was a pause as Kylo thought, the General's gaze sharp and interrogating. “Don't lie to me, Kylo Ren,” Hux interjected, fingers gripping tight near the curve of the other's ass. Ren's body went tense, turning his head just slightly in apprehension disguised as conceit. “Then this will be a particular kind of fun,” the General remarked, expression somewhere between a sneer and patronizing smile. And for a moment he reconsidered—this was going to be more trouble than he had anticipated. He had at least assumed with the vividness of some of the dreams the man had at least had the experience. There was a tightness that bubbled up in his stomach, but it wasn't anxiety, but giddyness—he was going to be the first to truly and properly fuck Kylo Ren, their Supreme Leader, Lord of Darkness.
General Hux's hand circled around the man's thigh again, leather-clad fingertips dipping under the part in Ren's robe, trailing over the firm form that strained under his uniform, earning a pulse under his palm and a jerk of the man's hips. “That didn't take long,” he teased, palm pressing flat down against the hard length of the man, drawing a resisted sound though clenched teeth. “Don't be coy now; you're already on your back,” he lilted, teeth bared in a falsely joyous smile—condescension. His hand tightened around Ren's cock, thumb stroking along the underside through the thick layers, ruining Ren's chance for any retort. Kylo's lips parted in a reserved gasp, and it felt so deliciously wrong, but the General's hands on him were a dream, and more now.
Hux could see the flush rising in the other, narrowing his gaze as he watched the other's breath quicken just slightly, body shifting under his touch, and it delighted him more than he thought possible. He would see this man crumble between his fingers. He squeezed, the man's groin throbbing in response and body tightening again. “You could at least act like this isn't your first time,” Hux droned—if it weren't for the shifts in the man's body, he might as well be molesting a corpse, and he didn't much enjoy the feeling.
Kylo's gaze found the other's, unfortunately unable to hide the doey gleam they took in the low light—it wasn't that he didn't want to assert himself, but he didn't want to admit to himself and certainly not General Hux that he felt trepidation, and, god forbid, fear. “I am, after all, doing this for your benefit,” he continued complacently, grip tightening again.
“You're so selfless, General. What would I do without you?” was Ren's sardonic answer, turning his hand and pulling the Hux down further with a draw of the Force. His lips ghosted over the red-head's neck, soft and hot, much like his tongue that followed, sending a chill up the General as it drew long and wet over his skin.
“Go mad,” was Hux's brief response, reigning in his composure while his dutiful hand navigated slowly up Kylo's body—his too warm, firm, and supple body. And the General shifted in his place, playing it off as a necessity of comfort and utility, but the man's body under his hands made him hard in a quick flush, feeling his way up under the jacket along the other's sides and around the dip of his spine through gloved hands and skin-tight clothing. The tension on his body dropped as Ren released his hold, and Hux would chalk that up to distraction, huffing as his body landed on the Force-wielder's, gleaning a particular satisfaction in the impropriety of their closeness and the obvious discomfort of the other. He shifted his left leg, knee pressing farther under the other's thigh as he spread him more, coat enveloping them while the General's hands clutched at the man's hips, thumbs rubbing along the rise of bone as the thick and unmistakable form of Hux's cock pressed firm against Ren's groin. He could feel the low groan that reverberated in Kylo's chest, repeating the action and earning another, Ren's hands encircling his shoulder's, fingers carding though those delicate rose-gold strands as Hux's mouth sealed over the line of tendon in Kylo's neck.
Kylo bucked up against the General and Hux could feel the familiar and odd sensation in the air of Force tension before something happened, brow furrowing at that and the next low sound that came from deep in the other's chest. His fingers snaked up along those tense obliques, tips playing with the edge of the man's pants before experiementally pulling at them. He took the slight rise of his body as invitation, sitting back and peeling away the garment until Ren was adequately exposed and flushing a deeper shade of red. There was scarcely a beat between the action and the leather-dressed fingers wrapping around his cock, thumb pushing up slowly along the ridge of frenulum, Kylo letting out a shuddering breath as his head fell back against the floor. The corners of Hux's lips rose just slightly as he ran his hand slowly up and down the shaft, admiring the sight of it against the pitch black wash of clothes that lay as backdrop, his gloves blending and disappearing those glimmers of skin as he moved. Whose pulse he was feeling in his thumbpad he wasn't sure, but it was quick and strong, anxious and needy, and he hoped it wasn't his. He reached into his jacket pocket, fishing around for the vial of lubricant he had hastily stashed while posturing for a medical wing inspection. His fingers caught the curve of the container, rolling it up into his hand and working the cap off. He withdrew his other hand from its slow ministration over Kylo's length, biting the tip of one finger to pull the glove off between his teeth, admittedly more hastily than he had wanted to reveal.
Those luscious brown eyes found Hux's own across Ren's body, nervous, but steeled, and darkened with lust. And Hux could feel his impatience grow, wanting to hear that broken, keening sound of when he first takes him, takes that power, owns him. He closed his eyes for a moment, rolling the viscous liquid between his fingers that he didn't remember pouring. He took in a deep breath and met that gaze again, eyebrows lofting in a silent 'ready?'.
Before Kylo could consider reconsidering, Hux had his fingers pressed urgently to the cleft of the man's ass, manipulating, teasing, and just shy of threatening. A gloved hand closed firm, but reassuring over Kylo's length again with a solid and long stroke. He sighed again under the touch, body arching up slightly in a stifled groan, relaxing again just before drawing taut at the sudden intrusion, Hux's middle finger sliding deep into him with insistence. Kylo released the breath caught in his throat—no sign of weakness—dropping his knees farther open again and releasing his lower lip from between his teeth. He didn't dare look at Hux, but he was right; this was injurious to his pride, and deliciously so.
Hux drew his hand back, sliding the digit back in more fully, wanting so eagerly to just force the man to blinding orgasm with just a few well placed strokes, but a quick weighing of options left him with the 'slow and humiliating' approach. And he would save some of the more savory aspects for just a few moments later, waiting purely for the other to adjust and to see if he would fold. But he just seemed to bend, specifically towards Hux's hand, pressing himself further into the contact, hips shifting and a particular turn of Hux's other hand over his length making him inhale sharply through his nose.
Ren's efforts to impress and surreptitiously admonish were rewarded with another finger, Hux's index, pressing in with the other, spreading that tight clench of muscle with a vindictive enthusiasm. Kylo made a sound, a restrained and well-fought sound, but one that undermined his attempted stoicism, Hux's eyes darting up in anticipation of the next moment. When he was able to reliably plant his fingers in fully, he stroked up, fingertips brushing quickly and certainly over a span that made Kylo's whole body jump with a weak moan and writhe when the General continued the assault. An indulgent 'oh' was cut off before Ren could incriminate himself to his attraction, legs spreading slightly further apart as Hux's other hand ran deftly up and back down the man's straining cock, feeling the little leaps in his pulse through his glove. Hux's attention drew to a particular beat under his thumb, watching the swell and trickle of clear fluid that ran over the head and down the shaft, smearing under his fingertips. His eyes lifted, amusement renewed at the way Kylo's palms were pressed flush to each respective eye, elbows high in the air as he struggled with the sensation, lips beautifully parted in a swollen break that let little gasps and whimpers escape.
Hux took his time, marinating in the way the younger's body begged for the attention, even if his lips wouldn't make the utterance, explicitly anyway. He was certainly desperate, and such a vulnerable victim to his powerful lust—it explained some of his temper anyway. And he wondered what Kylo would be like after this, what he would become; ideally a little more manageable and less volitile in the way of the General.
A sultry moan shot a heat up the General's neck into his face and down through his aching length, and he finally needed it—need that sweet, tight, and resentful heat around him. And how perfectly naughty it will be to see his face on that first thrust. He withdrew his fingers, and Ren dropped from his cloud of tantric pleasure to the reality of laying on the throne room floor, on his back, about to be fucked by General Hux.
Hux's eyes darted up again at the apprehensive shift he felt in the other, almost rolling his eyes—for someone who commanded the largest fleet in the galaxy and wielded unmatched power he certainly seemed like a nervous creature at times. Hux took a deep breath—and that was fine that Ren was nervous, better even. He wanted him nervous, wanted him wild and feral because when he broke him it would be so much more satisfying. He wanted that power at his mercy and begging for it. He shifted himself in and closer, body parting Kylo's knees farther as he leaned down, thighs sliding against the General's sides, Hux's hand bracing in the dark spill of Kylo's robe. He gave the other little room for protest, guiding his slicked head along the cleft until he could feel the give of the other's flesh. Kylo took in a sharp breath just before Hux pushed himself in, a low groan stifled by Kylo's tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth dropping his head back and bellowing the embers in Hux's loins. He supported himself on his legs for a moment, wiping the excess lube off along Ren's jacket before replacing his glove and settling himself over the other, arms pillared to either side as he slid himself in further, slow and easy in an attempt to spare the man the pain, or at least most of it.
Kylo's brow furrowed in a quick twitch through his body, craving that holistic warmth and humming delight that lit his body up, shifting his hips to try to further encourage the other. Their eyes met in equal annoyance, Hux's brow dropping in indignation. “Patience,” he scowled, the spiteful turn in Kylo's eyes the only indication of his next move, hand rotating slightly, a beat of Force pulling Hux forward in a swift yank that planted him fully in the man and everything seemed to still in a tense discomfort.
“That was unwise,” Hux chided through a tight jaw. Ren made a small noise, chest heaving up as the pain spread out through his body, electrifying and terrible. With reluctance and a glimmer of a sneer, Hux ran his hand over the man's face, watching him flinch away from the contact. He persisted, thumb tracing over the edge of Kylo's cheekbone. “Just relax,” he offered, trying his best to sound soothing and not reprimanding.
“I know,” Ren hissed. The General responding with an agitated closing of his eyes, and he found a moment more if patience. And there they were, stilled with hearts pounding and breath tense, Hux making small, comforting strokes up and down the man, smiling internally at the preposterousness of how they ended up here. Maybe it wasn't preposterous, per se, but very unlikely. But here they were.
“May I?” Hux offered, clarity revealing the soon expiring patience in his voice, but he wasn't impatient, just uncomfortable. Ren's eyes found his in the low ruby glow of the room, dubious and black. “It will hurt less if I move,” he consoled, feeling ridiculous that he even had to explain the act. He waited a beat longer, and when he received no response, withdrew himself most of the way, earning an apprehensive noise and a bitter hiss. He pressed slowly back in, a firm hand pressed to his chest in response.
“I'm not sure if I can.”
“I do not wish to be plagued by your impulsive thoughts, Supreme Leader. I won't force you, but I am certain you will regret not continuing.”
The force against his chest softened and Hux tried to hide his satisfaction. “Do not make me regret this, General,” Kylo warned, his own glowing pride veiling his trepidation. Hux ran his thumb along the underside of the man's lower lip as Ren took in a breath at the further intrusion.
“You're certainly the prettiest Supreme Leader; shame you don't have the qualifications,” Hux mused, watching the subtle changes over the man's features, waiting for that event horizon of distraction.
“And you do; isn't that right, General?” Ren forced, tone even as he swallowed.
“You'll value me as your right hand,” he replied with layer smugness, pushing himself just a little farther in.
The other let out a stifled groan, fingers tightening against the red-head's chest, startling at the two gloved fingers that breached his mouth, pressing down against his tongue. Kylo's eyes flashed with danger, met with undiluted satisfaction on the General's face. Hux pulled his hips back again, sliding back in slowly, Ren's brow pinching and eyes narrowing for a moment, but not in dissatisfaction. Hux pulled his fingers back, smearing the saliva across the man's face as he turned away from the touch. “That's unsanitary,” Ren remarked, meeting the General's gaze again with a sidelong one that conveyed his diffidence.
“And you love that, don't you?" he answered with a denegrating tight-lipped and lascivious bearing of his teeth, rocking forward again, working his way farther in with each gentled urge. The General leaned down after a moment's pause, lips ghosting over the long and exposed line of the man's neck above his collar before sealing down with a hunger. Kylo stifled another treacherous noise, hand gripping the fabric against the General's ribs. Hux was able to negotiate a long rhythm in the man, teeth skating over tender skin before his tongue led a wet line up and behind Kylo's left ear. The General inhaled deeply into those raven locks, savoring the tempered cataclysm that lay underneath him, supplicative and acquiescent to his will and their shared desire.
Hux braced his chest against the other's as he reached back and under him, taking a handful of his ass in each hand as he widened his knees and braced his footing, planting himself fully in Ren in one solid thrust. The grip in his uniform pulled tight, warm leather gripping the back of his neck, and a strange sensation of weightlessness that only lasted a moment; all of it forgone in Hux's mind to the indulgent and velvety moan Kylo surrendered. He repeated the motion, leather fingertips spreading up into his hair with a tremble in his legs and a more stifled sound that was broken into a gasp by another thrust. The General turned his head, lips just against the outer shell of Ren's ear. He turned just slightly more, left hand coming up to run tenderly through the other's hair, strands falling deftly away from his fingers. “I'm going to take you apart,” he whispered, low and heady, pulse in his voice. He thrust in again in a steady pace, Kylo's thighs tightening around him in sensory bliss, thoughtless and carnal and exactly what he craved.
Hux took note of how he incrementally slid them along the floor, planting his right hand just next to Kylo's ribs, left braced now against his shoulder as he settled himself lower and cantered his hips forward, earning a breathy cry from the other—Hux's immediate reaction was to hush him, but who would hear them in here and he almost wanted someone to know. Almost. But the thought of their Supreme Leader being his to undo alone was intoxicating, and he looked so good under him, glimpses of ivory skin awash in a sea of black, stained with rose and breathless.
Kylo's fingers wound around the General's forearm, other hand finding his straining cock in a slick grip. Hux 'tsk'd' him in reprimand, lofting his brow expectantly. Ren's upper lip pulled up infinitesimally as his pace slowed and his head turned away from the General's burning gaze. He released himself, line of sight carefully observing from a sidelong glance as his hand stroked over the red-head's face, fingers spreading precum across his cheek and up to his hair, Hux recoiling with a snarl. The corner of Kylo's lips curled in satisafaction, eyes fluttering closed at a retaliatory thrust. Hux's hand closed firm around Ren's wrist, pinning it near his head to the gleaming floor, a resisted moan following and drawing the General's attention. Hux made quick work of the other, snatching his wrist and pinning it to the other side of Ren's head, giving a sharp snap of his hips.
Kylo's brow pinched tight with luscious sound that pulled from deep in his lungs, jarred by the impact of the General's hips against him. He could see the man coming along nicely, plan executed well enough—maybe now he wouldn't be tortured by the horny and desperate imaginings of his Supreme Leader, though he was fooling himself to think he would be able to rid himself of this image anytime soon, though he was fine with that.
His hands slid Kylo's up farther, just above his head, and inches apart now. The condensation of their breath mingled in the chill of the room, and the heat built between them. Ren's length rubbed solid over fabric and a pitched up sound escaped him, fueling the insatiable fire Hux could feel roiling in his gut. His lips pressed firm to the exposed and tender skin just above Kylo's adam's apple, tongue and teeth pulling at skin until blood vessels broke, pulse pounding underneath. And he was close. He could feel the space around them shift, Kylo's clothes gaining a weightlessness that made them look as if they were suspended in water, hair following suit. And Hux wondered if this was typical of Kylo's type--it was certainly a more appealing side effect of their nature.
The General's thrusts became relentless, powering against the sensation that seemed to be effecting him as well, and to his observation, every free moving article in the room. Kylo's body moved with him, tremulous and pliant and nearing the brink. 'Say my name,' Hux thought, eyes bearing down on that elated and sublime, flushed and desperate expression Kylo wore.
And it was only moments later, those swollen and supple lips closed and opened around a single word, tone solid and holy as they spoke “Armitage” between them as he came, body pulled taut and wild, streaks lashing across his and the General's uniform. Hux could feel the energy shift in the body under him, closing his eyes as his head dropped slightly while he let release find him, setting his hips flush against Ren's ass with each firm and finishing thrust. He could feel the weakness in his arms as he came down, eyes opening slowly to see the quick rise and fall of Kylo's chest under him, smiling at the stripes of white and following them up to the man's face, complacent and still like everything else around them. Ren's pupils consumed his eyes, lips flushed a raspberry pink and glistening from where he had recently licked them, parted and so delicious looking. And the General wanted them too—that last, final marker in his claim over their Supreme Leader. He ran his tongue over his teeth in thought, eyes finding the other's momentarily before he leaned down, pausing before completely sealing his mouth over the other's. Kylo's chest leapt, bumping into Hux's and giving the General a deep satisfaction, tongue lathing possessively over Ren's. The other reciprocated in earnest, chasing their contact any time the General threatened to pull away because he wasn't going to win the war, but the battle could at least be a draw. Kylo moaned under him, resonating into the General who could feel himself being drawn in to the same, breaking away before he did with a wet breath. “Will that be all for now,” Hux leaned down, lips pressed gently against the angle of Kylo's jaw, “My Supreme Leader?”
Kylo swallowed as he turned into the other, closing his eyes for a moment to regain his cognition. “Yes, General. Thank you.” He spoke clearly, his voice seemingly unaffected, wincing as Hux removed himself from over and in him. He watched the glowing wall in the distance, just as far away in his thought, giving Hux plenty of time to submit the disheveled image of Kylo Ren to his memory as he tucked himself away and straightened his uniform, running his hands down the smooth lapel folds of his overcoat as it once again hung over his shoulders. Ren's eyes closed slowly, bringing a hand down next to himself as he levered upwards to his feet with a seamless Force buffer, redressing himself and frowning down at the stark evidence across his chest, looking up to the other's.
“That might be a problem,” Kylo remarked.
“Yes, we probably should have thought that through better,” Hux mused, eyeing the marks on Ren with a sneer turned hidden smile.
Their eyes met placidly, and Kylo let out a contemplative and short 'hm.'