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Hux was trained to never be sure of anything – not entirely, at least – and so there are very few things he is certain of. One of those things was this: nothing in a whole galaxy can make him regret the fact that Kylo Ren has been sent away for seven months to complete an intense training on some forsaken planet in the Outer Rim. And yet, seven months and seven days later here Hux is, sitting in his office, staring at the man and regretting it.
The problem is, the only thing that was keeping Hux from finding Ren infuriatingly attractive was his childishness. The Force made Kylo one of the most powerful men in the galaxy and it is no secret that Hux finds power and influence far more exciting than physical appearance, though Ren isn’t lacking in that department either – huge hands, broad shoulders, shiny hair and all. But those delicious qualities used to be overshadowed by his pathetic immaturity. The tantrums, dumb stubbornness, blind rage fulled by mountain of insecurities he was hiding behind his helmet… all that was putting Hux off. Really putting Hux off. He could never be attracted to someone so pathetic.
Now? Hux is utterly and completely fucked, because seven days ago Kylo Ren returned to the Finalizer after his training and the change was noticeable immediately. Stubbornness has been replaced by the air of authority which he suddenly carries as easy as his idiotic cape. Dominance rolls off of him, followed by the deadly calm that has never, ever been there before.
Kylo Ren grew up at age thirty five and in a span of seven months. It’s kriffing ridiculous. It shouldn’t be possible, but the evidence is right there. Hux knows the man has never been so in control of himself and everyone around him, because he would have noticed. Really, he would. The mere sight of this new version of Ren walking down from his personal ship made Hux hungry for something dangerous and that has never happened before. Before, Kylo was a pain in the ass because his outbursts were wasting the First Order’s money and he stole half of the command of the Finalizer from Hux. Now he’s a different kind of problem and so here Hux is, wishing that overgrown child was back.
Hux was very content with hating Ren. He is not at all happy with hating him while finding him attractive.
The worst part of it all is – Kylo knows about it. He must have picked up on something with his magic people-scanner, even though Hux is a master in mental barriers and suppression. For the past seven days Kylo stayed on the bridge for no reason, ate with other high ranking officers instead of in his quarters and for the first time in years trained in the gym exactly at the same time as Hux. He also managed, during all of those activities, to somehow put himself unnecessarily close to Hux.
So. Hux hates Ren and hates the fact that in another life he would like to be fucked by him even more. And Ren knows it. Which is already horrible enough without Ren setting up a private meeting with Hux to go over everything he missed while he was away. As if he ever cared about the Finalizer in the first place.
Hux is sitting behind his perfectly organized desk, his back straight, face blank, gloved fingers laced together. Kylo Ren has just came is, dropped in the chair in front of him and leaned back lazily. He let his legs fall apart inelegantly and is now wearing a smug expression, though his gaze is quite intense, still. Hux wants to be anywhere but here.
“If I knew it was going to be this easy, I would have done it ages ago,” Ren finally speaks, just as Hux is about to start the official meeting between two co-commanders of the Finalizer.
“Done what?” Hux doesn’t snap at him, but his eyebrow does twitch, showing he’s already annoyed but tries to keep it in. “Ask me to transfer all the reports to your personal account? Well, yes. All it takes is to put in a request in the system,” he goes for patronizing instead of mocking. It sounds good.
“No,” Ren makes a small, dismissive gesture with his hand. The gloves are gone most of the time now, as is the helmet. “I meant completing the mental training.”
“Ah, I see,” Hux doesn’t see nor does he care. “I’m glad you found your camping trip easy, then.”
“That part in itself wasn't easy,” Kylo opposes immediately and it looks like Hux managed to strike a nerve, at least, but still – Ren’s annoyance barely registers. Hux makes the effort to not let his own be seen.
“That’s what you said,” Hux points out dryly. “If I understood you wrong, do try to communicate better.”
Instead of letting himself be provoked into a stupid argument, Ren shifts on his chair slightly.
“Of course,” he says with something that sounds dangerously close to amusement. “Let me try again: if I knew completing the advanced mental-discipline training was all it takes for you to be gagging for it, I would have done it sooner.”
Hux eyes widen slightly, but he collects himself quickly and looks at Ren coldly.
“I’m glad you didn’t, since it clearly damaged your mind, not improved it. What you’re suggesting is absurd and out of place.”
“I don’t think there is any real reason for you to be fighting it, you know?” Ren continues casually, as if he isn’t talking about sex in the middle of an official meeting. Even more – as if he isn’t looking right at Hux and claiming Hux would like to be fucked by him. “I would go easy on you.”
The kriffing audacity of this huge beast.
Ren’s last words manage to slip into Hux's mind and they jostle something that’s hidden deep in his subconsciousness. It echoes back in a form of a weird emotion that Hux himself barely registers, but Ren clearly catches it. To Ren, it sounds like a faintest note of a disappointment. He squints at Hux for a moment and then his mouth twists into a predatory grin.
“Or not…” he corrects his previous statement thoughtfully. “No, you wouldn’t like that, would you? Me being careful and delicate. What is it, then? A choking kink?” He offers, still relaxed. It doesn’t even come out mockingly, not directly, at least. The curiosity seems honest, colored by the amusement that only underlines his confidence. “No, that one we would have already discovered, right?” All right, now he is mocking. He smiles and watches Hux, knowing they are both thinking about that moment on the bridge, a long time ago. “So? Is it some kind of pain kink?” he raises his eyebrows questioningly. “Or do you simply like to be fucked by someone bigger and stronger, because you prefer it rough?”
Through the whole speech, Hux betrays nothing. He sits on his chair, back perfectly straight and holds Ren’s intense gaze. He lets the distaste show on his face, but not much more. But Ren still catches some things that are hiding behind this facade. When he mentions liking it rough, Hux shifts barely noticibly and a second later Ren grins, having sensed something.
“Ahh, there we go, then,” he nods, satisfied. “I can give it you as rough as you want, don’t worry about that.”
Hux has enough of this. The old Ren surely was similarly skilled in using force to read people’s emotional responses, but he was too busy yelling and destroying things to ever use them like this – in a calm conversation. Hux is known for his sharp tongue and verbal manipulation skills. He doesn’t appreciate being challenged in this territory. He also doesn’t appreciate having his sexual preferences as a main topic for the conversation with Kylo Ren. (Definitely doesn’t like that what Ren is saying is mostly true.)
“I’m going to have to stop this meeting and ask you to leave, seeing as you are not interested in the actual topic and have no idea how to behave. You’re wasting my time, Ren. Kindly remove yourself from my office.”
Kylo just sits there. Comfortable, clearly pleased with himself. The confidence is so thick around him, it’s almost making it hard to breathe. He tilts his head a bit, eyes never leaving Hux.
“If you make me get up now, General, I promise, you yourself won’t be able to sit down for weeks.”
Hux is not proud of it, but he snaps.
“You disgusting, pathetic animal,” he spits, voice quiet but venomous. He tightens his laced fingers to the point of pain to prevent himself from actually getting up and yelling in Ren’s face. “I am the commander of this ship, you will show me and the First Order appropriate respect! We are a military operation, not a game for you to play. Do not waste my office hours simply because you are bored, Ren. Now get. Out.”
Kylo kriffing Ren just keeps smiling at him and there is nothing nice about it.
“That’s okay,” he says after a moment. “I like you angry.”
Hux was the underdog all his life. He knows how to find holes and weak points, how to turn everything to his favor. So he evens his breathing and silently runs a quick analysis in his head, green eyes suddenly pensive, not angry.
He finds something usable very quickly and is almost embarrassed he missed it at the beginning. It shows how busy he was with avoiding Ren in his thoughts.
“You do seem to like me,” he says finally, very slowly. He basically agrees with Ren, which is immediately suspicious. “And seeing as I didn’t change one bit in those seven months,” Hux continues. The glint in his eyes could be called cruel. “I assume this is you trying to get something you dreamed about for a long time?”
Hux knows the look on Ren’s face, even if it’s there only for a flash. He hit a weak spot. He licks his lips before he manages to stop himself and Kylo’s eyes track the movement shamelessly.
“Maybe you only grabbed my attention because of the desire you seem to be unable to shake off since I got back. You’re very loud about that in your head, General.”
“Oh, I wonder what would you be broadcasting if I was the one cheating with powers.”
“It’s not cheating, it’s a skill.” For a second it’s visible that the rage which old Ren possessed is not gone at all. He just knows how to keep it in check now.
“Can this skill help you realize I want you out of my office?”
“Yes. Out of your office and in your quarters.”
Heavens, what exactly did Kylo Ren practiced during those seven months? He was never this quick when it came to verbal sparring.
Hux stays patient this time. He makes a show of looking Ren up and down and makes sure his repulsion is clear.
“Unless lack of consent turns you on, I suggest you move on,” he says icily and then orders once more, this time firmly but calmly, “Get out.”
Something changes in Ren, the smugness dies down a bit and it looks like he wasn’t expecting Hux to actually refuse. Which – laughable, that. It’s clear, at least, that Ren doesn’t want to be a rapist. What a fucking nice thing to not be.
“We’ll see how much you last,” Kylo says finally, his voice less threatening and more curious now. Then he actually gets up and leaves.
Hux needs a drink.
* * *
The first dream comes that night and then it doesn’t stop. Night after night Hux wakes up achingly hard and panting, ripped away from this or that hot, delicious scene. It always involves Ren. It’s always Hux getting the best fuck of his life and then, just before climax, something pushes him back to reality and he wakes up sweaty, frustrated and unsatisfied. The hunger awoken by those images lingers, even after Hux jerks himself off quickly.
The whole Ren thing messed with his brain, surely, because it takes ten days for Hux to realize that it’s not his subconsciousness betraying him and pushing the repressed desire into his sleep. It’s Kylo and his horrible powers.
It should be obvious, now that Hux thinks about it. But he’s a busy man and doesn’t have time to ponder about dreams or sex every day and so it comes to him quite late. And unexpectedly. He’s on the bridge, barking orders and trying to ignore the fact that Ren is there as well, still persistent about inserting himself in the Finalizer’s life. But Kylo manages to catch his gaze at some point and there is this amused, knowing look in his eyes that makes everything click.
The rage pours into Hux like a waterfall once he realizes that piece of shit was in his head night after night.
“Ren!” he snaps. It’s so loud, everyone else jump slightly, surprised. “My office. Now,” Hux orders through gritted teeth and turns to leave, not waiting for the response.
* * *
The second the door behind them closes, Ren is right there.
“Took you long enough,” he murmurs into Hux ear, amusement still clear in his low, raspy voice.
Hux shivers, then remembers he hates this and places both hands on Ren’s chest to push him away.
“You have no right to...,” he starts, fury leaving a mark in his eyes, his tone, his reddening skin.
He doesn’t finish, because Ren kisses him. It’s hungry but surprisingly skillful. Big, plush lips are pressing just right as he maneuvers Hux to the left, until his shoulder blades touch the empty wall there. Hux doesn’t exactey let him, but he also forgets to fight back, because Ren’s so big, and his arms are gripping Hux’s hips with delicious intensity and, well, fuck.
“Just like that,” Ren murmurs again, once his lips are on Hux’s neck and one of his hands is palming Hux’s hardening dick through the uniform. He says that because Hux is panting, most of the resistance gone. He actually leans into Ren’s touch a little bit, even.
“Fuck you,” Hux manages to say and it sounds more like an insult than a moan only because he put a lot of effort to make it that way.
For Hux, this is the release he was denied for ten nights and he still hates it all, but he will take it, because Ren feels so solid, so powerful and so kriffing good while his only focus is Hux. He could have and do whatever, whoever he wants, but his only focus is Hux. That’s enough for Hux to give in and not lose all his pride while doing so.
For Kylo, this is a permission to get something he wanted for a very, very long time. Hux was always too cold to touch, too perfect to provoke, too proud and cruel to even look at the Knight as something else than an obstacle. And Kylo always, always wanted to own him, though the reasons did change over time.
“Fucking… wait!” Hux is still fully dressed and so close it’s suddenly a very horrid possibility that he’s going to come in his underwear. Which, no. Just no.
“Too late for that, I’m afraid,” Ren says and the satisfaction in his voice makes Hux realize he’s paying for something here. It’s not just pleasure, it’s a punishment. He wants to fight, then, tries to push Ren off but that’s when Ren slips one hand into Hux’s underwear and touches him properly. He does it exactly right, too. His grip is firm but not too hard, the movement just what Hux needs and so Hux comes right then and there, leaning on Ren instead of pushing him away, shivering through it.
It’s still just a quick, rough hand job, so Hux comes back to himself very quickly. (His knees barely buckled, too.) Once he does, he shoots Ren a murderous glare as the man steps away with a smug smile on his lips.
“Don’t worry, General. I’m still going to fuck you properly. Just not right now.”
Hux scoffs at him, trying to ignore the sticky feeling in his underwear. At least he didn’t moan like a whore.
“This is never happening again and you will mention this to no one,” he announces, combing his fingers through hair to make them look proper once more.
Ren just smiles in a way that makes Hux’s insides feel hot again, but Hux doesn’t show it. He straightens his uniform, lifts his chin up proudly and walks past Ren. Doesn't even offer to repay the favor. Selfish bastard.
* * *
That very alpha-shift's nighttime Hux has yet another hot dream and this time he’s pulled out of it by the sound of an incoming call. It’s for his personal channel, redirected from the main console to the datapad as is the normal procedure for those rare moments when the General sleeps.
Still sweaty, hard and breathless, Hux glances at the screen. Of fucking course it’s Kylo Ren. He would ignore it, but there always is a small, microscopic chance this is work and so Hux workaholism forces him to answer. He chooses just the sound and barks, “What?”.
“I can hear you begging for it all the way across the ship,” comes Ren's response. His voice is huskier than normal. He also sounds more tense than smug. “And it’s all you this time, too. I’m not doing anything,” he adds, now a little bit pleased.
“Just because you are not helping doesn’t mean it’s all me,” Hux says, annoyed and, well, frustrated. Then he ends the call, leaving Ren with that ambiguous answer. He hopes it will leave him up all night, guessing, while Hux is up all night, trying to get that unstable hunger out of his tired, tense body.
Hux lies still in his bed, sheets tangled around his hips after the busy dream. He tries to decide if he wants to will this erection away, jack himself off efficiently or take time and finger himself to maybe, just maybe get some real satisfaction out of it. Before he makes up his mind, there is a screeching sound coming from the direction of the entrance to his quarters.
Hux sits up in, the blaster that is always hidden under his pillow now in his hand. He points in at the door to his bedroom and when it slides open, he shoots.
Or tries to, anyway. His finger seems to be frozen in place on the weapon and he can’t pull the trigger.
“Careful with that,” Ren says, stepping into the bedroom. He sounds quiet but his eyes tell another story. There is an anger slowly dying down in his movements as he steps closer, rips the blaster away from Hux and then looks around. In search for something, it seems like. Something or someone.
“You’re alone,” he states finally, eyes back on Hux. It’s an obvious and dumb thing to say and it betrays, well, everything. The jealousy that brought him here, mostly.
Hux would twist his lips in a victorious smile if he wasn’t so fucking angry.
“How dare you break into my quarters!” he shouts. “Did you ruin the locking mechanism, too?!” he adds after a second and this one is more of an angry hiss, because he tries to collect himself.
Kylo Ren isn’t listening to him anymore. His eyes roam over Hux’s almost entirely naked body and there is a clear desire in them.
It’s nice to be wanted in this way. It would be nicer, though, if the price for it wasn’t lack of sleep, broken equipment and, well, dealing with Ren, in general.
“Can I help you?” Hux snaps at him after it becomes clear the man is not planning to leave. Or do anything. He’s just standing there, dressed only in black sweatpants that hang low on his hips. And, all right, his sun-kissed, muscular body is not the worst sight, but Hux has standards.
The question snaps Ren out of it. He blinks twice, then smiles dangerously, back to his taunting self.
“I think I’m the one who could help you, General,” he says, looking down for a second, where Hux’s erection is still outlined under the sheets, though it did go down noticeably because of all the commotion.
“And what makes you think I need help? Or that I would choose you, if I needed it?”
It’s a wrong thing to say. Ren is suddenly right at the foot of the bed. He reaches forward, grabs Hux’s ankles and drags him down the mattress in one, effortless motion. Then he bends down, half-climbs onto the bed himself and here he is, looming over Hux with a dark expression. He is almost on all fours above Hux, save for the left foot that still touches the floor.
“And what makes you think you can go to someone who’s not me?” he asks, his face so close that Hux can feel the warmth of his breath on his own face. It smells minty and not at all unpleasant. The words, though. That’s something Hux can find issue with.
“You don’t fucking own me, Ren. What is the matter with you?!” Hux manages to push his outrage forward, but his body betrays him, showing interest. The erection is slowly coming back, now that Kylo placed himself in the dominant position right here, on Hux’s bed.
“Oh, but I do, now,” Ren disagrees, catching those treacherous signs. He leans even more and licks a long, hot stripe alongside Hux’s collarbone. “I can fucking sense how much you need it,” he murmurs. Another lick, on the side of Hux’s neck. It should be disgusting. It is disgusting, but Hux shivers all the same even though every part of his body feels impossibly hot.
“If you think I’m going to…” he starts, voice much quieter than he would like, but is stopped by the sharp teeth sinking into his shoulder. “Kriffing hell, Ren!” he cries out, surprised.
Ren pulls back a bit and chuckles, admiring his work.
“Roll over,” he commands.
Hux needs to make a decision, and fast. He can fight it and probably even win, but that means another useless night and another alpha shift filled with frustration. Or he could give some ground and get a very nice fuck out of it. Possibly. Probably.
Ren watches him analyze it all and raises his eyebrows expectantly. His patience ends faster than Hux’s decision comes.
“Let’s play a game,” he says nonchalantly while he flips Hux over. Like a bloody rag-doll. Hux barely manages to lift himself up on his hands and there is already a large hand on his stomach, pulling him back and closer to a big, hot body now positioned behind him. “If you want me to continue, you say ‘stop it’,” Ren explains as he drags his palms down the length of Hux’s pale back. “And if you want me to stop, you say ‘please’.”
Rules made clear, Ren pushes hard on Hux’s shoulder blades and the redhead ends up with his face pressed into the mattress while his ass is on display.
“Stop it right now you bloody animal,” Hux spits through gritted teeth. He realizes the words are fitting in with Ren’s idiotic game a second too late. He tries to push himself back up, but a cold, slick finger appears suddenly right at his clenched ring of muscles and he freezes.
Worst part is, Hux knows Ren does it because of that hand job. He was shown that Hax can like it, he can sense Hux’s refusal is mostly a self-preservation mechanism and it’s all basically a permission to do, well, this.
When and how Ren managed to get lube, it’s unclear. Hux didn’t even hear the sound of the bottle being open or pumped, but he could have missed it. His head is pounding – mixture of dread, excitement, fear, all of it exploding behind his eyelids. It’s overwhelming, the reality of what’s happening and the physical sensation of it. And the fact that it’s Kylo Ren.
Hux stills, feeling the finger right at his entrance and he braces himself for pain. A lot of it, actually. It never comes. Instead, Ren starts slowly circling his finger, not even pressing it in. His other hand is stroking Hux back lazily and it feels possessive, but there is a soothing quality to it that Hux would never expect. It’s too nice. It makes him feel weak, like he’s giving up or loosing, so with a new kind of furry he fights against it, trying to roll his whole body to the side, away from… everything.
Ren catches him, of course. The hand that was on Hux’s back grabs his hip and it’s not gentle anymore – fingers digging deep into the soft skin.
“Don’t,” Ren growls above him. Then, more composed, he adds, “You know I can make it good for you. So kriffing let me.”
He pushes the finger in then, just a tiny bit. Still, it sets Hux’s body on fire once more and Hux keeps the moan in only because he bites on the inside of his cheek. Hard.
“See?” Kylo adds and he sounds a bit distracted now, gaze fixed on how Hux’s hole swallows his digit. He pushes a bit more, pulls out, pushes again, mesmerized. It’s almost as if he forgets for a second that Hux can feel it all.
Hux doesn't forget. He feels every microscopic movement very clearly and he knows he lost this fight once his body decides to push back a little. Still, he says, “Stop it,” just to show that he can.
That earns him Ren’s attention back.
“I see you like the game,” Ren murmurs, pleased with himself and he pushes the whole finger in. Hux still doesn’t moan but he does gasp.
And so one finger has Hux gasping, two make him push back and wriggle a bit under Ren and three finally break him, as he moans loudly.
“I fucking knew you would be like this,” Ren says darkly, not stopping, but bending more so his body almost covers Hux. “All stubborn and feisty until someone gives it to you good enough. And then you’re all done,” he whispers into Hux's ear and presses against his prostate just to prove the point. “All mine,” he adds and this time there is a raw possessiveness in his voice that betrays that not only Hux is affected here.
Hux lifts himself up on his hands and turns his head to the side. “Not yours,” he opposes, panting. Then, because he still is a prick, he adds, “Are you planing to fuck me, or will I have to find someone else to finish the job?”
Heavens, he wants to feel Ren inside. But instead of giving him just that, Ren moves away. His warmth is gone, his delicious smell is gone, his bloody fingers are gone and Hux is suddenly left alone on the bed, all hot and hungry, and confused.
“What are you…” he starts, displeased and looks back.
Ren stands at the foot of the bed again, his erection pushing against the material of black sweatpants. He’s looking at Hux with a weird, thoughtful repression and it can only mean trouble.
“If you want something, General, you can come and get it,” he says finally. There is something threatening about it, but Hux’s brain is too foggy with desire to even understand what that threat would be about. Fucking him too hard? Not fucking him at all? He understands what Ren wants just fine, though.
“Is that your fantasy, then?” he asks viciously, but he shuffles closer still. “Me on my knees, sucking your cock?”
“Is it yours?” Ren turns the question back at him.
Hux doesn’t really care anymore. Ren’s big. He always suspected that, he can see it now, but he’s still wearing sweatpants and Hux is anxious to see all of him, the restraint gone. Drowned in pleasure.
He drags his pale fingers over Ren’s naked torso, pleased with the hard muscles there. They reach Ren’s hips and Hux pulls the material down. Ren’s dick doesn’t disappoint. If anything, it provokes a tiny pinch of fear in Hux, because it’s been a while since he took anything else than fingers and even then, it was never anything this big.
Then again, Hux is nothing if not committed to flawlessly executing every task he was given. And he never shies away from hard work, either.
Hux takes Ren’s dick in his hand and gives him two experimental licks, then takes him into his mouth. Ren’s eyes are almost black as he watches from above and he doesn’t try to hide the twitch of his hips, the sight of pleasure. Hux’s mouth is a warm, wet heaven and yes, it was a fantasy of his, though the General doesn’t need to know this.
“Go on, just like that, baby,” he starts blabbering, combing his fingers through red hair. He fucked a lot of redheads in the past, trying to scratch a particular itch, but it was useless. This? This is everything.
He expects Hux to stop and snap at him for the praise. It doesn’t happen. He gets smacked in the hip, but there is not much heat behind it. It seems more for show and doesn’t match the curious enthusiasm in the sucking that follows. Ren’s mind begins to drift with pleasure, but he still catches that particular shift and it’s enough to yank him back. He looks at Hux more carefully, searching for clues.
“Taking it so well, aren’t you? It can go deeper, though, Hux. You know it can,” he tries again, this time focused on the response.
Hux makes an annoyed sound but he does indeed open his throat and swallows Ren down, almost hitting Ren’s abdomen with his nose.
“Holy shit,” Ren breathes, partly because it feels really kriffing good, partly because he’s just discovered Hux is apparently very receptive to praise once you get him into a state like this. “Keep going, baby. Doing so good,” he says, this time simply because he wants to and because it’s true.
Hux slides his lips off of Ren’s cock with a loud pop.
“Call me that again, you motherfucker,” he breathes angrily and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at Kylo, annoyance clear in his green eyes. He manages to look like a general even on his knees, right after sucking a cock. Ren might be in love.
“No, don’t go back that way,” Kylo chastises lightly. He reaches down and traces the thumb over Hux’s swollen lower lip. “You were such a pleasure just now.”
It’s exciting to watch this weird mixture of annoyance and compliance Hux is offering. It makes Ren even more aware that he’s got something extremely rare. The snappy, cold Hux on his knees but still very much being his true, irritating self.
Hux tries to bat Ren’s hand away. Ren catches his wrist in the iron grip of his other hand.
“Easy there,” he warns. He’s achingly hard now too and it’s more and more difficult not to just take Hux, use him for Ren’s own pleasure. Ren is very used to taking what he wants and for this, he waited way too long already.
Hux doesn’t show any signs of fear. He catches Ren’s dark gaze and fights it with his own, heated one.
“I thought the idea was to go rough,” he offers sarcastically.
For that comment alone he gets pushed back onto the mattress, hard. His head falls back, eyes closing briefly and before he opens them again, Ren is on him. It feels like he’s everywhere, actually, filling the whole bloody room. Body warm and heavy, wide and hard, unyielding.
“Well. You thought right,” Ren murmurs and he pushes inside. He doesn’t slam in, but it’s not gentle either. The movement is quite slow but it doesn’t stop, doesn’t let Hux adjust to anything. Just goes in, in, in, stretching already abused muscles.
For a moment it feels like it will never end. Hux can feel his body open for Ren, wet with lube and fingered thoroughly before, but it still burns and the sensation goes deeper and deeper and when he thinks that it has to be it, because it’s already basically past Hux’s limits, Ren just keeps pushing in. So Hux swears, moans, then swears some more and drags his fingernails across Ren’s back, leaving marks. He pushes back but also tries to get away, because it’s so, so good but too much…
When Ren finally stills, Hux is breathing hard under him, his eyes focused on the ceiling but seeing something that’s not there. His fingers still dig into Ren’s back painfully but Ren likes it. He leans down, covers Hux’s body more with his own and kisses him. Just because he can.
Hux is barely responding at first. Then he comes back to himself and turns the kiss into something angry, because of course he does. It’s all teeth and he becomes so vicious about it, Ren decides it’s time to make him a bit more agreeable again and he moves. Pulls out halfway, pushes back in, does that twice and the third time, he slams back with way more force than before.
Hux’s breath hitches and he almost moans right into Ren’s mouth, which will have to be put onto Ren’s Top Ten Things list.
“You absolute kriffing scum,” Hux gasps, when Ren moves his lips to the pale neck. “Do not stop, don’t you dare stop,” he goes on and it sounds angry which is actually almost adorable, considering his current state. It could also be called babbling or, if Ren would like to push it, begging. And isn’t that a sight – the General Hux, begging for it.
Ren would play with that, if he could, but the truth is, he’s affected as well. He grunts a little, slamming into Hux and it would be very hard for him to stop or even slow down right now. He feels every time he hits Hux’s prostate, because the man basically shakes under him then, and his fingernails claw deeper into Ren’s back.
It’s relentless and they both get lost in the feeling quite quickly. Then Hux suddenly experiences a weird moment of sobriety, being drunk on pleasure for over an hour now, and says, “You had all the shots, right?”
Which is a very responsible question, health-wise, but you usually ask it before someone put’s their’s cock inside you. The absurdity of it, and poor timing, too, annoys Ren.
“You’re paying for this one,” he announces and that’s all the warning Hux gets. Then Ren is lifting him, still nestled deep inside Hux. He stays kneeling on the bed and hoists Hux up with both palms placed under his buttcheeks. Once Ren finds a good grip, he lifts Hux up a bit and slams his whole body back down onto his own cock. And it gets in even deeper this way, even though Hux was pretty sure that’s impossible.
It drags a new kind of moan out of Hux, because now he’s completely at Ren’s mercy, held up by his arms and nothing more. Which, kriff, that man is strong, isn’t he?
Hux wraps his hands around Ren’s neck and just tries to survive it, the pounding, the unbelievable stretch, the fire inside his body, the muscles that want to spasm every time Ren’s cock hits his prostate. The angle is bloody perfect for it this way, too, so it doesn’t take long after that.
“There,” Hux says suddenly, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Kriffing there, there -ah, more,” he goes on like that, which is a nice surprise. Ren always thought he’s going to be the quiet type.
When Hux comes, it’s with a full body shudder and a gasp that doesn’t really get out because he bites down on Ren’s shoulder so hard he actually breaks the skin. His angrily red, untouched cock spills between them, most of it landing on Ren’s chest. Hux’s body clenches around Ren’s cock and it’s almost enough to push Ren over the edge, too. It doesn’t, though.
Ren leans back down, placing Hux on his back once again. Hux is still recovering from his post-orgasm high, so he goes willingly, almost pliant. Ren watches his relaxed face and keeps going, but the pace is different now. He pushes in slow, thrusting deep. Pulls back out almost all the way in and does it again, over and over, hoisted on forearms over Hux.
Once Hux comes back to himself, the oversensitiveness kicks in and he wiggles under Ren, trying to escape the deep, forcefull pushes. His hole is used and stretched already and it’s all becoming too much very quickly.
“Ren,” he croaks, his voice somehow almost gone even though he didn’t do any shouting. “You -kriff,” a drag over his prostate makes him gasp again.
“Shh, baby,” Ren kisses him briefly, not changing the peace one bit, then lowers his lips to lick the bruises he already left on Hux’s collarbone. “You’re being so good for me,” he murmurs.
His low and commanding voice becomes addictive in a way Hux would never see coming. He feels a well known pang of annoyance, but it’s overshadowed by the feeling of something deep inside him becoming heavy, first, and then melting.
“Do not -ah, do not call me that,” Hux still grumbles, but it’s not very angry and he doesn’t back it up with any resistance. On the contrary, his legs fall apart even more and his body relaxes completely, becoming a warm offering for Ren to take and do as he pleases.
Ren makes a low, almost animalistic sound at that, because he would never see this coming, either. Then he does as he pleases, indeed, with the perfect body under him: thrusts deep and hard, movements getting faster as he chases his own orgasm. Somewhere along the way Hux starts panting softly again, oversensitive and overpowered by pleasure to the point of having no thoughts, just feelings.
When Ren finally comes, it’s with a deep sigh, his fingers digging into Hux’s hips possessively. He makes sure all of his come is put into Hux, thrusts it deep inside so it will take some time before all of it leaks out of him.
When he finally pulls out, sated, Hux makes a quiet sound of displeasure underneath him, eyes closed. Isn’t that a nice one-eighty to how they started?
“Kriff, I needed that,” mumbles Ren, flopping onto his back next to Hux.
“Good to know,” Hux answers dryly, clearly slowly getting back to his usual, arrogant self.
“Already back with the attitude?” Ren closes his eyes too, but he sounds amused. “My sperm is still inside you, you know?”
“Ah, yes. Thank you very much for that. It’s such a nice thing, having to clean it out.”
Yeah, Hux is recovering very fast, all right. Ren isn’t going to fall for that facade now, though. He knows what the man looks like when he comes, he saw the way he shuddered when being praised. So he simply rolls onto his side, throws one arm across Hux and pulls him close.
“If you’re not going to be an absolutely infuriating twat about it, next time I’ll eat it out of you,” he murmurs into Hux's ear, already half asleep.
Hux is about to say something offensive and let Kylo know in the process that the mere idea of there ever being “a next time” is kriffing ridiculous, but he stops himself at the last second. There are a few reasons – some of it connected with how warm, well fucked and tired he is right now, some of it linked to his plotting for power and the tendency for using other people's weaknesses. Mostly, though, he would probably like that.