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Stars, he really hated having to share command with Ren.
Hux departed from Snoke after promising him again and again that he was in fact going to work on his plans with his apprentice, yes, Supreme Leader, very gladly. Why he had to do that was above him, his plans being perfect and Ren not being an engineer, but he would have to comply anyway and submit weeks of careful teamwork to the incompetent eye of his co-commander.
Nodding towards a group of Troopers as he was passing them, Hux couldn’t help but compare the perfect, precise behavior and impeccable salute of his soldiers to the mess that was Kylo Ren. He had to repress a derisive smile. His immaculate Troopers, perfectly aligned, their shiny white armor, all of them moving in the kind of unison you would expect to find in ballet. And Kylo Ren, the black stain in the beautiful, clean picture of his white Troopers; Ren the odd one without a uniform, making soldiers break rank in their instinctive hurry to step away from him. The comparison would be laughable if it didn’t make his teeth grind. Hux wasn’t even certain that Kylo Ren was human. For all he knew, and based on his temper, kylo might be a Hookie with a translator built in his mask.
Anyway, he should concentrate on his work instead of the mess that was his co-commander, he admonished himself. He walked briskly towards his quarters, looking forward to a quiet night dedicated to adding the final touches on a personal project- a small blade, concealed in his wrist watch. It would take his mind away from the meeting with Snoke, which had been productive despite the very obvious absence of Ren who probably felt like he was above showing up- he was always coming and going as he pleased, without apparent schedule.
Hux frowned as he realized that somehow, the Supreme Leader’s apprentice had made his way back into his thought process like some kind of invasive plant. He needed to stop obsessing over Ren. Maybe planning the schedule for the construction of his new Star Destroyer would help with that. This one would be even mightier than the last, almost a planet itself, ten times the size of the original Death Star and Hux was so proud of it, it felt like his chest was hurting, sometimes.
It would show Ren who was really making things happen in the First Order. Hux wasn’t chaotically running around, chocking his own troops with the force, destroying Empire Property with an obviously unstable light saber. Hux was designing weapons of massive destruction.
He heard the Resistance called him Starkiller. The name felt as much of a nod towards his achievements as some of his medals.
Hux wasn’t denying that Kylo Ren possessed powers he himself didn’t have. The guy could choke people and throw them around with the force, probably read their minds also. But Hux had a blaster to kill and the will to torture if necessary. He could do just as much damage as Ren, and with the help of his new weapon, his body count would skyrocket to billions in the press of a button.
He didn’t want Ren to mess with his Star Destroyer, didn’t want him to somehow take the credit away from him. Hux didn’t need any help- didn’t see the point of Ren, anyway.
Ren didn’t quite fit in the First Order, so it still baffled him that he’d been named co-commander by Snoke. Fuck- here he was, still thinking about the guy. His mind couldn’t help but going back to Ren again and again, the thought of him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
Lost in his thoughts, the General didn’t realize that the narrow corridor leading to his quarters was blocked by a group of technicians until the last minute. He tried not to stumble on a young worker with fluffy blond hair crouched over some repair, and looked up. The entire passageway had been destroyed, cables cut open hanging around the place, pieces of metal melted on the floor, holes in the wall showing the adjacent room.
“I’m sorry, General, the passageway is being repaired” stuttered a senior technician while making a hasty salute.
The damage looked suspiciously like it had been made by a lightsaber. There, it was not his fault if Ren was always somewhere in a corner of his mind- there was no escaping him when the guy was such a nuisance, his bulky presence pushing everything in Hux’s life to fit.
Hux eyed the trashed corridor wearily, thinking that looks like a joke about my life. He wanted so badly to take the cost of repairs out of Ren’s pay, had the remark on the tip of his tongue at every tantrum thrown by Snoke’s apprentice. One day, the man was going to pierce the ship’s external walls and they were all going to die because of him. He schooled his features and faced the poor technician.
“At ease”, he ordered in a voice as steady as he could muster in an effort to stop himself from showing his frustration. “I won’t bother your team; I just need to pass through”.
He then waited for the young technician he had almost stumbled on to get up, move out of his way and let him pass. A second or two passed, uneasiness growing, and the young tech was still working on a half-chopped radar like he wasn’t blocking the path of a very high-ranking officer. Hux cleared his throat pointedly and watched the young tech slowly get up at last- long limbs, powerful shoulders- he seemed quite a bit taller than everyone in the corridor. Hux found himself stricken by the man facing him. Big eyes, aquiline nose, impossibly plump mouth, moles as numerous as the many planets Hux ambitioned to blow up. Hux was immediately taken by the vision- real beauty wasn’t found easily, and there it was, staring back at him. It took him a second to realize that the man was still blocking his way with his voluminous chest. Hux tried to stop staring.
“I need to pass through”, he repeated with a little bit more of authority, hoping that his having to look up to talk to that man wasn’t highlighting the fact that he was stunned by his rare beauty. Features so thin and delicate, in a marvelous contrast to a frame so large he wouldn’t even be able to side-step him if the guy ended up being too dumb to get out of his way.
The technician- Matt, his badge stated- didn’t budge but smiled, dimples deep in his cheeks, visibly amused.
“Well, you can’t go this way.”
And he crouched right back in front of Hux, returning to his repairs like nothing happened. The senior technician, clearly embarrassed, intervened:
“I am so sorry, General, Matt here only meant that your security is our first priority. You really shouldn’t get close to those wires- for your safety.”
Hux nodded- trusting his team’s assessment. He’d have to find another way to his quarters- the thing was, Hux didn’t know any. Maybe there was some discreet passage to let the cleaning droids through? At his feet, Matt was still gravely considering a half-radar. Well, Hux needed a guide. And he wanted some more time with that beautiful techie. Maybe he could draw him from memory, later.
He looked at the senior tech. “Very well-I’m going to borrow Matt here to show me back safely to my quarters, if you don’t mind.”
The senior tech glanced nervously at Matt, like he was waiting for his confirmation. That was weird. Matt looked like he was considering it- considering it, like he had the option to refuse a direct order from Hux- then shrugged, and took the time to slowly rub his hands on his phenomenal thighs to get some grease out before getting up. “Sure”.
Hux said nothing about the tech’s weirdly nonchalant attitude– determined to distance himself from Ren’s petty behavior in the crew’s mind- and gestured to the technician to go ahead. It seemed like Matt’s entire body brushed against him as he passed- unnecessarily, the corridor not being that narrow. Hux kept a straight face. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone on the ship other than Ren had the courage to stand that close to him.
Hux considered walking right next to Matt, then decided against it and stayed slightly behind to let him open the way, liking the way it felt, to almost have a personal guard. Ren had his knights- maybe he should consider it too. Then he realized that Ren was again in his thoughts and he stared at the technician’s arse to divert himself. They walked through what seemed like the entire length of the ship; and as they went, Hux noticed people parting to let them pass. He wondered at first if the fact that he was escorted had landed him some gravitas; then noticed that a few members of the crew were looking slightly nervous. They reacted to their passing as they would if Ren was the one accompanying him.
It could only be because of Matt- he himself was used to inspire respect, not terror. He paid better attention, watched the lines of the technician’s body: and yes, there was power in the way he carried himself, something than spoke of strength even more than the broadness of his shoulders- that impression wasn’t just coming from his physique. There was a lot of confidence in his walk. It made Hux slightly aroused, and a bit curious- maybe that tech guy was the son of an important officer, or a rich politician, born and raised in the idea that he might lead one day.
Hux couldn’t remember the last time he’d been attracted to someone. He was very peculiar about his men. They were reaching his quarters, and Hux was just getting more curious about that guy. He wondered if he should try and discover who that tech guy was. It could pass the time. It would be change from his usual obsessing over Kylo Ren.
Matt stopped in front of his door, looking bored.
“Would you like a cup of tea, as a token of my gratitude?” Hux hated how fake his voice sounded, how falsely pleasant.
Matt didn’t answer- smiled like it was nothing but his due, and not a very sough-after reward, and stepped into the General’s quarters. Until that day, Hux had never felt like his rooms were too small for him- but now, with Matt in here, it did look a bit tiny. The small table with the two chairs allowed for the officers’ rooms, just in front of his bed, felt like an intimate setting. Maybe it was because Hux wasn’t used to bring people here. Or maybe it was the lighting, always set on low in his rooms, to spare him migraines.
His eyes followed Matt as he ignored the tiny chairs to make himself comfortable on the bed. The entire mattress bent under his weigh and Hux felt his eyebrows rise up a little bit at the display of familiarity. But he had invited the guy, and the chairs might be an uncomfortable choice for a frame as large as his guest’s- he was willing to overlook the breach of protocol. Protocols could be ignored when off-duty. Hux smiled politely and took off his hat in an effort to look more approachable, less like the General every member of the crew knew- keeping the gloves on for now.
“I have some green tea from Andor, and a few floral blends from Naboo”, he offered, not mentioning his precious Nubian white blend- this one he kept for himself, for the too lonely nights when the dried leaves were his only comfort.
Matt looked at him straight in the eye before lowering his back slowly on the bed, laying down on the General’s sheets, stretching himself like a cat; he contemplated the ceiling for a few seconds before answering. “I’ll take the Nubian blend.”
The answered took Hux by surprise; he stopped staring at the suit stretched over the sprawled body on his bed to look the tech in the eyes. How? How could he know about his Nubian tea? That blend was so difficult to find, so rare, that there was no way he could have just assumed Hux had some of it lying around.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any of that blend left”, he answered as cordially as he could. He could hear some ice creeping into his voice.
Matt propped himself up on his elbows to look at him. His eyes were very intense, pupils almost fully black. It felt like he could see all of his secrets. It felt the same way with Ren, sometimes, even through that mask of his.
“Sure you do, General.”
General. The way he said it send shivers down his spine. His voice sounded strangely familiar, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. Hux looked again at Matt, trying to remember where he’d heard that voice before. The black eyes meeting his made him feel transparent.
“I usually keep that tea for myself”, he admitted.
Matt’s lips stretched up for a second, in a blink-an-you’ll-miss-it smile.
“I know.”
Hux paused. Who was that guy? Someone he knew? No way. He’d remember that face. Still- he felt familiar. It was unsettling not to be certain, his memory being usually so reliable. He had to ask.
“Do I know you?”
The silence stretched for a few seconds, one of Matt’s legs bounced one or twice, perhaps nervously. Then he asked, in his deep, quiet voice:
“You really don’t recognise me, do you?”
Matt didn’t sound like he was really asking, more like he was stating a fact. Hux had met the guy before and simply didn’t remember him. Despite the fact that he looked like a walking work of art, Hux had managed to forget about him. That was embarrassing. He tried to justify himself:
“Well, it’s a big spaceship, in a vast galaxy. One can’t be expected to remember every…”
Subaltern, his mind provided unhelpfully, and he stopped himself from uttering the words.
His declaration was met with silence. He cleared his throat. Still standing next to his tea selection, not knowing if he should still offer some to his guest or press the issue of their acquaintance, Hux decided to fix himself a cup of strong First Order standard tea, just to have something to do with his hands.
“Well, then, who are you?”
“I was so certain that you kept tabs on everyone in this ship”, Matt mused instead of answering.
“You clearly overestimate the free time I dispose of”.
The encounter had turned awkward really fast- he couldn’t determine how to treat that Matt guy without knowing how they knew each other. He hated having to improvise. He dumped a few leaves in the hot water and they bloomed almost instantly, stretching in his cup like tentacles. He casually took his coat off, wanting to at least look like he was at ease, and felt the technician’s eye follow his every move. He felt like prey, and strangely, it aroused him.
“Why did you bring me here, General?”
The deep voice felt like a caress, pervading under his well-pressed uniform. Hux sipped his tea while pondering an answer. He didn’t really know himself. He should say that he needed someone to show him another way to his quarters.
“Why did you bring me here, General?”
It was like the tech had read his thoughts. He didn’t miss the heavy insistence on the word here, as Matt pointed a long finger to the bed. Hux put down his cup. This man seemed hell-bent on awakening his dormant libido.
“I only invited you for a cup of tea.” His calm demeanor masked his own uneasiness.
“You never invite anyone in for tea.”
Hux tried not to think about the fact that the guy knew these kind of things about him while he himself was kept in the dark.
“I just did, didn’t I?”
Matt raised an eyebrow, obviously not impressed.
“Inviting me for tea, but not sharing your Nubian blend. Manners, General.”
Hux eyed him suspiciously. Was this a joke? It seemed to alleviate the growing tension, but still- this guy knew too much, and himself too little. He tried to relax his posture to concede: “Fine. You’ll get your tea- but you’ll have to tell me who you are.”
The techie sat up on the bed, interest piqued. A small lopsided smile bloomed on his large lips, changing his entire face, and Hux forgot everything about the awkwardness of the previous moments, transfixed again.
“A trade? My name for your tea? I can give you some clues, if you’d like”, Matt offered.
A game. Surprising, but not unappealing to Hux’s analytical mind. As a silent acquiescence, he opened a delicately carved wooden box and the aroma of the Nubian blend filled briefly the air as he scooped a few leaves. As he fixed the tea, he heard the tech’s voice offering him his first clue.
“You don’t recognize me because you’ve never seen my face. But we have interacted together.”
Of course he had never met him in person. He wouldn’t forget someone like him. Wouldn’t forget the eyes, deep and somehow soft, polarizing. Hux gave him the cup- no sugar, no milk to spoil the taste- and Matt took a sip without giving the tea any more time to infuse, letting him think about the clue in peace. The tech let a minute pass before asking:
“Do you need another clue, General?”
The way he pronounced his title, the way he called him General, it sounded strangely familiar. There was none of the usual respectful notes associated with his title. In Matt’s mouth, the word sounded like that title didn’t mean a thing. Where had he heard that intonation before? The answer stayed on the verge of his consciousness, maddening.
“Do I know your voice? Or did we only talk via messages?”
Matt hesitated.
“You know my voice, but it might have been distorted. “
Hux tried to remember when he had to deal with a radar technician in the past through a talkie or a vocal com, but couldn’t come up with an answer. None of their radars had caused trouble to the point that Hux had to personally intervene.
“Do you happen to work on anything besides radars?”
He watched Matt’s eyes twinkle as he nodded. Bingo. Now he simply needed to narrow the possibilities.
“Have we worked together more than once?”
“And you hated it every time”, Matt confirmed, amusement clear in his voice. He didn’t look sorry about it. Hux frowned. He wasn’t a man of passion, and if some of the more menial tasks inherent in his line of work did bore him, he wouldn’t say he hated much of it. Hate was a strong word.
Hate was a word he had come to associate with Ren and the damage the man endlessly inflicted on his ship. Damage he had just witnessed Matt trying to fix.
Hux felt the answer coming to him. Maybe he had ordered Matt to go and fix Kylo Ren’s messes more than once. Maybe Matt was the poor techie on the other side of the phone every fucking time Hux had had to bring the news that their resident Force user had ruined a room.
That was it, he was certain of it; he must have called Matt every other month for the last year of so; no wonder Matt felt like Hux should know who he was. That was the missing link he was looking for:
“Kylo Ren”, he stated knowingly, proud of how quickly he had discovered their link.
“Yes”, Matt answered with feeling, his eyes intensely fixed on Hux. He put his almost full cup of tea on the bedside table, apparently done with it, showing that the Nubian blend was just an accessory to their conversation, a bargaining chip for more. It didn’t bother Hux as much as he thought it should; the game had put him in a good mood.
“That wasn’t hard”, Hux chuckled.
“If someone could find out who I was, it was you”, Matt confirmed. And yeah- Hux almost made a face, thinking about all the calls he’d made about melted consoles. He asked in a commiserating voice, only half-joking: “remind me, how many rooms destroyed by that damn lightsaber?”
“Eight”, Matt answered without missing a beat. “Does it bother you that much?”
Hux tried not to think too hard about the astronomical cost of the repairs.
“Let’s just say there must be healthier, less costly ways to deal with anger than putting that weapon through my ship. Don’t you think?”
Matt looked at him with a smirk. “Healthier ways, General? “.
Hux smiled at the sex-joke implied, but felt goosebumps rise on his forearms at the idea of Ren and sex. He had never thought about his co-commander in that light before. “I was thinking about physical training. I heard that sexual release was forbidden to force users.”
“No, that’s the Jedi”, Matt answered with certainty, surprising Hux. His own knowledge of the Force was limited, and he had never expected a technician to know anything about it.
“Well, if it could end the damages to my ship, I’d volunteer every day”, he joked.
Matt did look surprised by that. Hux understood well- it might be shocking to hear someone as high-ranking as himself talk like that- but it was such a relief to finally be able to talk shit about Ren with someone, he didn’t feel like censoring himself. Matt smiled at him.
“And you said I overestimated the free time you had”.
“I’d make it quick”, he said with a wink. He hadn’t joked around like that in a while. He sensed an affinity with this techie, their common hatred of Ren canceling the difference in rank between them. Matt interrupted his thoughts:
“Would you like a reward for finding who I am, General?”
It was casually asked, but the two dark piercing eyes were suggesting something more. Hux was curious. Did that Matt guy have any dirt on Ren? Was he offering some juicy information?
“I would like that, yes.”
He didn’t even try to disguise the interest in his voice. Bringing that tech guy in his rooms had been an excellent choice, he decided.
“Then I’m all yours.”
At first Hux didn’t understand. Then he noticed the intensity in the dark eyes, the undeniable lust lurking in them, and realized that talking about banging his co-commander might have been interpreted as foreplay. He felt the temperature rise in the room instantly.
He shouldn’t consider it.
He couldn’t afford having anyone on his ship with that kind of ammunition against him. As attractive as he was, the man in front of him was a potential menace and…
“Show me how quick you can make it”, Matt commanded, and his demanding tone made Hux shudder.
Make it quick.
He envisioned Matt coming undone under his ministrations minutes after they started. Well, he could always kill him later to avoid gossip between his technicians. Enjoy what was offered, for once, and get rid of the evidence. This techie was no one. This techie was hot. Hot and willing. He was in his bed and Hux wanted something satisfying today, after his meeting with Snoke.
Hux never indulged, almost never felt the need for intimacy. But now, he was starting to feel again.
His heart started to beat faster in anticipation as he took his decision, arousal rising instantly in him as soon as he allowed himself to have this. He slowly stepped closer, watching Matt’s face carefully, letting him time to back off if he changed his mind.
“I think I’d rather show you how good I can make it, this time”, he mused. He stopped between Matt’s legs, his shins against the bedframe- close enough to take Matt’s glasses off. Matt’s face was strangely even more appealing without it; there was nothing to hide his features, asymmetric and somehow charming. The tech looked up at him- eyes round and hungry and inviting.
For a second, Hux hesitated. There was something about the guy. His behavior, the way he carried himself. There was something he couldn’t put his finger on. Something familiar- something exciting, enticing. Had he really never met him before?
His short pause was enough to test the Matt’s patience- one of his knees brushed intently against Hux’s leg, a caress- an invite. “Closer”, Matt demanded. The glasses fell from Hux’s hand, forgotten.
He got one knee on the bed, against Matt’s warm side. Straddled him, and with one commanding hand on his torso, pushed him on the bed. The other let him do it with a smile, happy to lay down for his General. Hux loved that suddenly obedient attitude; he leaned over the tech, one hand on each side of the blond, curly head. Usually, Hux didn’t care for blond hair- but he was willing to make an exception, today. He could feel Matt radiating heat through both their clothing, without even touching him- it was like feeling the tech’s energy was calling to his, surrounding him with a needy, keen want.
Two warm, massive hands went on his hips, encouraging. Hux slowly bent his head towards Matt- not to kiss, but to take in the scent of the technician. He expected sweat and standard-issued soap. He got the smell of a complex perfume on the long, exposed neck; something expensive and musky. It would do nicely.
With one hand, he unbuttoned the top of Matt’s ugly jumpsuit, revealing a muscular chest. No tank top, he noted before pushing the fabric out of his way to lick experimentally at the smooth skin. He was instantly rewarded by a shaky exhale, Matt’s hands making their way under his uniform, pushing his shirt up, and the caress of two warm thumbs on the soft, vulnerable skin of his hips bared to the chilly air of his quarters.
Hux smiled as he trailed licks and bites up into Matt’s neck- he loved the size of the techie, loved that his hands were big enough to crush him, loved the feeling of having absolute power over such a beast of a man. Matt turned his face towards him, seeking his lips- and well, Hux usually wasn’t into necking like a teenager, but that mouth was so tempting that he obliged.
He obliged and lost himself a bit in it- humming in appreciation as the other kissed him, licked his lips to soften them; Hux even let one of the enormous hands cradle the back of his head and mess with his perfectly combed hair. It was nice, taking his time for once, letting go of everything but sensations as they kissed each other, caressing tongues and small bites; changing angles, rhythm, and letting his want and hunger for Matt build and grow, low in his abdomen, fed by every noise, breath and movement they made; feeling his heartbeat slowly rise up and listening to Matt’s respiration becoming slightly labored.
He rolled his hips, not fully hard yet but seeking some friction, only to find that Matt was himself obviously aroused. He found himself pleased by that, by the evidence of their chemistry, and brushed his groin one more time against the man under him, trying to make him moan.
At first, Matt didn’t- his only reaction a short pause in the middle of a kiss, and a barely audible breath against Hux’s mouth. And then Hux felt two hands seizing him and he found himself on his back in the middle of the bed. The General prided himself in combat, and he hadn’t even seen it coming; he had a renewed appreciation of Matt’s body strength and velocity, and was definitely hard in his pants now. The massive tech looming over him pecked him once on the lips like that impressive move had been nothing, before getting up and stripping off the ugly grey and orange suit, almost ripping it in the process and throwing it carelessly on the floor. Hux barely had time to deplore the neglect demonstrated towards First Order propriety before his brains short-circuited at the sight of the skin, the muscles, the black tented underwear, a fucking eight-pack; and Matt was back in his space, his body heat enveloping Hux once more, his plush mouth against his ear spreading goosebumps on his body:
“Are you keeping the uniform on, General?”
Hux tried to control his breathing as the man above him scraped his teeth against his throat. He needed some form of control- wondered if keeping his uniform would help. Without answering, he unbuckled his belt and jodhpurs, clasped the technician’s hand and guided it in his underwear. He felt a smile against his neck.
“This won’t do.”
Matt sat back and in a swift movement pushed the General’s pants and underwear to his mid-thighs, exposing his erection. Hux protests died in his throat as Matt pushed in own underwear out of the way, freeing a heavy length, and took them both in his hand in a surprisingly gentle caress.
“Isn’t it better?”
Hux wanted so bad to agree as he watched the man sitting on his lap but somehow couldn’t find his voice. He nodded instead, hypnotized, eyes feasting on the techie: the deep eyes closing and his beautiful face washing with relief, like he’d been waiting years for that instant; the tentative touch of a thumb along their lengths as he first simply held them together and exhaled, tension leaving the broad shoulders. Hux watched the muscular hips move as Matt tried to get some friction then though better and started to move his hand around their lengths instead. Hux started to unbutton his own shirt and Matt opened his eyes, looking at him with approval, stroking them lazily as he took in the skin Hux was uncovering.
Hux himself was committing everything to memory- the pale skin splattered with moles; the trail of dark hair leading between he techie’s legs; the pre-come already on the tip of Matt’s cock that he somehow wanted to lick; the strong, vein-riddled forearm moving between them and the muscles rolling under the surface of the skin; his own chest splotched with red the way it always was when he was too excited; their breaths becoming out of control- and he gripped Matt’s thighs hard with his hands, needing to anchor himself as pleasure was taking hold of his body. The tech’s hand was too dry, callused, and a bit clumsy but he couldn’t bring himself to care much, couldn’t bring himself to interrupt it even for a minute to grab some lube and ease the friction; instead he took Matt by the wrist to lift the hand working them to his mouth, lick it, coating it with as much saliva as he could as the other man looked at him with ravenous eyes.
He lowered himself on a forearm to kiss Hux as he enveloped again both their erections in his wide, wet palm and Hux heard a moan come out of his own mouth. It was infinitely better. The big hand was now sliding against him, catching at the crown of his cock’s head, pressing their erections together; he could feel Matt’s cock throbbing against his. Matt was slowly moving his hips, pushing his length against Hux’s, seeking more.
He gripped the man on top of him by the back of his neck to keep their kiss going, feeling his own hips bucking, yearning for more himself, wishing Matt would just grip him more firmly and fuck him and wreck him and make him come. The kiss turned sloppy, and Hux knew he was too eager, putting too much tongue and letting noises and groans come freely out of his throat, knew he wasn’t going to last, because it was too good already; felt one of his legs wrapping itself around one of the techie’s naked thighs.
He had been so long since he’d been touched. He was going to come embarrassingly fast in Matt’s hand.
He knew he was being selfish, letting Matt do all the work- but it also felt like Matt enjoyed ravishing him and wouldn’t let him interrupt that mission he chose for himself. So Hux was more than happy to just cling to the sweaty body above him as Matt’s movements became more erratic too, as he felt words floating against his mouth between each kiss, with each breath- so good, fuck, you feel so good, I want to fuck you so bad- as pleasure grew inside of him, quick and demanding and inevitable. He felt Matt’s other hand coming against his throat, one thumb against his pulse and suddenly, unexpectedly, the image of Kylo Ren chocking him came to his mind, and it pushed him over the edge- he felt his back arching, his entire body tensing and he kissed Matt hard to muffle the keen sound that came out of his throat as his orgasm washed over him.
For a few seconds, he was out of it, his mind blank and his eyes unfocused; vaguely aware that Matt was now straddling his come-covered chest and jerking himself off while keeping the tip of his cock above Hux’s lips, not seeking anything more, probably just excited by the sight.
Hux opened his mouth and licked at the tip- above him, Matt moaned with abandon. His girth was large and the angle awkward, but Hux put his hands on the hips in front of him and managed to suck on the cock offered to him- first the tip, then some length, coating the skin with saliva with each back and forth of his mouth; gliding more easily and taking more of him every time, until his lips came against Matt’s fingers still gripping the base of his erection. Looking up, he watched the man- beautiful, out of breath, red across the cheekbones- and batted his hand away, relaxed his jaw and slowly swallowed Matt into his mouth entirely. The sound Matt made almost revived his own spend cock.
He could feel he tech’s thighs trembling with the effort of keeping still, felt him refraining from fucking his mouth. He swallowed around Matt’s cock and slowly started to move, barely letting Matt’s shaft out of his mouth, his nose buried against his pubis, lips shallowly moving to keep the heavy cock deep in his throat, trying to slowly goad the man’s orgasm out of him. And Matt was so good, doing so well, his hips barely moving at all and his big hands resting on Hux’s head without forcing him to speed up the rhythm, letting him take charge, only authorizing himself to lose the control of his voice- and he was a talker.
A litany was falling from his mouth as Hux worked on him steadily, his massive cock jumping against the back of Hux’s throat, the taste of precome on his tongue. The best I’ve ever felt, incredible, that mouth, please keep going, I’m gonna come, Hux, please, -ah- please let me come, let me come in you, fuck, -oh- Hux, Hux, HUX…
He loved the sound of that deep voice calling his name as the man came in his mouth, loved how he’d dropped the very formal General; he swallowed everything. Decided on the spot that he was not going to kill that Matt guy. No. He was going to fuck that guy, repeatedly, as much as he could, as much as his agenda would allow him to in the weeks to come.
And when he’ll be satiated- not a minute before- … Then he’ll get rid of him.