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There was no hesitation or shyness on Kylo’s part; he immediately matched and then surpassed Hux’s enthusiasm, quickly turning their kiss into some sort of sloppy, juvenile necking session.
Kylo broke away with a snort. “Really, Hux? Necking? What are you, 100 years old?”
Hux stammered incoherently for a moment, mind coming to a near complete stop. He never felt Kylo pressing against his mind. Was it possible for him to conceal his presence and secretly prowl around in there whenever he felt like it? He’d never mentioned anything like that during any of their discussions.
“There’s no need for paranoia. You didn’t sever the link between our minds properly, so you were projecting a bit.”
“Then do something about it!” Hux was flustered, embarrassed for too many reasons to count. He knew from experience that the humiliation caused by blushing would only make it worse, and already it was spreading to his ears and neck. It was a revolting, uncontrollable cycle.
“I am,” Kylo said as he leaned back in, slower this time. He had more finesse than Hux thought when he wasn’t so frantic, and his hands were gentle when he ran them through Hux’s hair, loosening the hold of his hair gel.
It felt too nice for Hux to complain about his hair being mussed, and he allowed himself to relax in Kylo’s hold, even as the hands began to stray, groping at his body.
How long had it been since he had been touched like this by another living, breathing human being? Years, definitely, unless he counted the time a closeted dignitary at a political function dragged him into the fresher for a rushed handjob. He had gotten any desire for mediocre one night stands out of his system in his Academy days, and as a high ranking military officer there was nobody on board he could so much as make suggestive comments to without being written up.
He had known Kylo was his only realistic option at this point. The situation didn’t make him feel vulnerable like he imagined though, now that they were on more equal footing in terms of unwillingly exposed secrets and childhood memories.
They separated to catch their breath, but neither one was willing to pull away from the others’ warmth, instead keeping their mouths just centimeters apart and sharing the recycled air between them. Hux was panting already, body still recovering from the assault on his subconscious just minutes ago, and sweat was causing a few loosened strands of hair to stick to his forehead. Kylo’s nose was digging into his cheek.
The way he was staring at Hux made him uncomfortable. It was no longer the sharply focused look of a vornskr planning to strike, but the naked, needy look of someone craving validation. It was a look of trust . This wasn’t turning out to be the emotionally distant hate fuck he was expecting.
Wanting an excuse to avert his eyes, Hux brought his hands down to Kylo’s tunic, fiddling with the hem. “Can I-”
“Yes. Anything. ”
Hux began rucking it up, gasping lightly when Ren helped, pulling it over his head. The bruise on his cheekbone was the least of his injuries, apparently.
He brushed his hands over the new blemishes in Kylo’s skin. There were the remains of a deep cut directly over his heart, where the scab had recently fallen off to reveal pink skin, a smattering of what looked like electrical burns on his back, and two mottled bruises on his side, still shockingly dark.
“What happened to you?”
“It’s not an easy task to take down a Knight of Ren. It was in vain, but he stood his ground and fought to the very end despite knowing his fate, so at least he didn’t fail our Master in that regard. Some of my ribs were cracked.”
He whined a little when Hux dug his fingers into the bruises, grinding against the thigh Hux wedged between his legs.
“ Pfassk , Ren!” Hux pulled away, ignoring Kylo’s sound of disappointment because the room was suddenly about ten degrees too hot. The impatient way he pawed at his own shirt was unbecoming for a First Order general, but his sweat-slicked fingers couldn’t find any purchase on the skintight synthetic material.
Kylo made a small gesture, no more than a flick of his wrist, and then the shirt fell to Hux’s feet, cleanly split in two. His eyes flitted between Kylo and the ruined fabric for a few seconds, the urges to scold the man and to press kisses over every square inch of his exposed skin warring in his head, before he decided he was too busy to properly punish him right now.
He leveled a stern gaze at him to show that he was serious. “You’re going to do something to make up for that later, Ren.” It wasn’t his best threat.
“Anything you want.” Kylo was palming himself through his trousers now, looking thoroughly debauched when they had barely gotten started.
“Stop it! No touching yourself without my permission. I don’t want you getting overly excited.” In all honesty, it was his own premature climax he was worried about if he had to watch another display like that.
“Yes, sir.”
Hux was too busy remembering how to breathe to celebrate Kylo Ren following his exact orders for the first time. The man seemed to know every one of his kinks now. He had already seen so many telling memories, and now he could even monitor Hux’s reactions to everything he did through their one-way connection. It all just seemed a little unfair.
“Here.” Kylo brought his fingers to Hux’s scalp again, and a proper link between their minds opened up, easier now that Hux couldn’t be bothered with self defense. It was just enough for him to get a good read on Ren’s emotions and loudest thoughts.
Hux made an unintelligible sound at the amount of lust and joy he could feel emanating from Kylo’s mind. The man felt so much, all the damn time. It was astounding he could function without being overwhelmed by the intensity of his constantly shifting moods, which were more like small deviations from a baseline of irritation and cynicism in Hux’s case.
“Ren...”
“Kylo. My name is Kylo. Ren is more of a title, you know? All the Knights are Rens. You call me Kylo in your head all the time; you could at least make an effort to say it out loud once or twice.”
It’s true, he had gotten into the habit of thinking of him as Kylo lately, something he’d never done in the past. When exactly did that start?
“Alright. Kylo then.”
Kylo groaned, hand making an aborted move toward his crotch again before he caught himself. “I noticed your other partners all called you Brendol. Do you want-”
“No. Gods no.” He hated his first name, hated the father he was named after. When he was young, it never occurred to him that he could ask people to call him by something else, and Ivek in particular hated the uppity way everyone answered only to their family name at the Academy, so Hux had humored him. He’d been thrilled when he finally held an office high enough that almost no one dared call him that.
Kylo didn’t pry. “Bren, maybe? Is it alright if I call you Bren?”
“...If you must.” He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that one. Nobody had ever called him that.
“Or I could just call you General,” Kylo said with a lascivious smirk, noting the way Hux’s eyelashes fluttered a bit.
He was still abusing his knowledge of Hux’s turnons. Meanwhile, all he knew about Ren was that he enjoyed being treated a little roughly and that he liked hands for some (likely absurd) reason.
“You’re wrong, actually.”
He pushed the images into Hux’s mind. All those other memories involving his hand kink that Hux had ignored in favor of the most important one....They all involved the same hands. Hands enveloped in a very familiar pair of black gloves.
“...Oh.” Kylo didn’t just have a thing for hands; he had a thing for Hux’s hands.
He glanced down at them, confused what Kylo saw in them. They weren’t anything special. They were pasty white except for a few stray freckles and were even a little on the feminine side, with his perfectly manicured nails and slender wrists. He frowned.
Ren reached out with his own large, rough hands to grab one of them, drawing him out of his reverie. He simply held onto it for a moment, neither one wanting to risk breaking the silence, thick as it was with unspoken feelings. He eventually flipped it over and brought it to his lips to place a tender, reverent kiss on the palm.
Then he moved upward to lick at the sensitive skin of Hux’s fingertips, and the hesitantly affectionate mood evaporated at once. Hux let an entirely undignified moan slip out and pushed his first two fingers past Kylo’s soft, plush lips, where that dexterous tongue of his carefully laved them before he pulled back to nip at their pads.
Hux trailed the hand back down to Kylo’s bruised ribs, pressing harder this time as he bent to mouth at the fresh scar on his chest. He could feel how strangely sensitive the new skin there was through their joined minds, and as he caressed the rest of Kylo’s upper half and read the multitude of scars like braille, he continued to suck at it. By the time he pulled back, the scar had turned red from the attention, the surrounding skin dotted with delicate, purplish red pinpricks.
A laugh came from Ren, so quiet Hux felt the vibrations through his chest more than he heard it. “Would you believe this is my first hickey?”
His personality was terrible, but there was no way Hux was the first to look past it and appreciate such a perfect physique and curiously handsome face. “Oh? Am I truly the first to lay claim to you? This is a sign of possession, you know, intended to be a proclamation to anyone who sees it that this body is mine to do with as I please.”
Ren drew himself up to full height, looking down his nose at Hux. “I belong to no one, General, not even Snoke, and certainly not to you. I’m my own man.”
Hux scoffed. “Don’t lie to me, Kylo. I can see it plain as day. I know you’d let me to rip you to shreds, destroy you as long as I did it with my bare hands.” Said hands moved to grope at the front of Kylo’s trousers, and the man practically melted at the touch. Hux smirked, triumphant. “I want these off of you. Now.”
Ren took more care with his own clothes than he did with Hux’s, removing them manually despite his shaky hands. Once he was divested of his woolen socks as well, Hux moved to kneel before him, mouth watering at the sight of his uncut cock, surrounded by a wildly unkempt mess of black curls. Kylo was long enough to provide a bit of a challenge without simply choking Hux halfway unconscious the entire time he sucked him off. Perfect.
Thumbs pressed into Ren’s marred hip bones, he nuzzled the trail of hair on his belly, starting at the navel and working his way downward. Down here, he smelled less like that heady incense and more like his pure self, the indistinct, underlying scent that Hux’s greatcoat had been lacking. His natural musk was salty with sweat but clean.
“Still one of your favorite activities, I take it?”
“Shut up,” Hux retorted, grasping Kylo’s shaft firmly and stroking up toward the head, where he leaned in to slip the tip of his tongue under the edge of his foreskin.
“Frak, Bren!” His hands shot out to Hux’s hair, where he gripped tight to steady his wobbling knees.
Well, that made the decision easy. ‘Bren’ was more than alright if Kylo was going to say it like that .
Hux didn’t waste anymore time teasing Kylo, muscle memory taking over even though he hadn’t given head in ages. He kept tabs on the man’s arousal through their connection, pulling away sooner than he’d like when he felt Kylo getting too close.
After a last swipe at Ren’s frenulum, he felt himself being bodily hauled to his feet by the Force, both of Ren’s hands busy tangling in his hair and grabbing at his now exposed ass as invisible ones haphazardly stripped Hux of his pants, briefs, and socks.
Hux cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking pointedly at the clothing randomly strewn about the room. Kylo mumbled a quick apology into Hux’s throat, and behind him, the various pieces of clothing began folding themselves, making a neat stack by his boots with the halves of his ripped shirt on top.
“Much better.” He smoothed Kylo’s hair back from his forehead, earning him a noise that sounded suspiciously like a felinx purr. Ren inched forward until he was pressed fully against Hux before kissing him again, forcing his tongue into Hux’s mouth and denying him any sense of dominance or control this time.
He snaked a hand between them to grab at Hux’s cock, only to pull away with a small noise of confusion after continuing past it to cup his balls.
“You have no hair.”
“Yes, Lord Ren, some of us prefer to groom ourselves into some semblance of order instead of going for the au naturale look like a hermit. Why do you seem disappointed?”
Ren hesitated, embarrassed. “I...find the color of your hair...intriguing.”
Hux sighed. He could feel his erection starting to flag. Not by much, but if Ren continued to distract him with idiotic remarks like that, things would only get worse. “Well, rest assured that everything was the same color as the hair on my head, nothing particularly exciting. You’re the first to complain about its absence.”
He thrust himself against Kylo, allowing him to take in the sensation of completely smooth skin gently slipping against his cock.
“I can see that it has its merits,” Kylo said, bringing his mouth down to Hux’s again and grinding back with more force.
The doubled lust in their heads as they rutted against one another caused their kiss to become more frenzied, neither one willing to move away to gasp for air or speak.
Bed?
Yes, definitely.
Encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist, Ren picked up Hux and carried him to his bedroom as if he weighed nothing at all.
Showoff.
He laughed again, a little more freely now, as he unceremoniously dropped Hux onto the enormous bed. The sheets were already rumpled from when Kylo woke up earlier in the day. Hux pushed the scrunched up comforter down to the end of the bed with a look somewhere in between disgust and resignation, sighing a little.
He intended to make a mildly scornful comment about Ren’s disregard for military standards, but found himself being manhandled once again as Kylo laid him down in the center of the bed before straddling his hips, kneeling above him. They silently stared each other down for a few moments.
“Well? If you only brought me in here to enjoy the view, I may as well leave. Just get on with it, Ren!”
The reflective look in Kylo’s eyes was briefly replaced by anger before he bent down without warning and bit Hux’s clavicle.
“Ow! What the hell are...you…” After the initial sting, the feeling became more pleasurable as Kylo alternated between nibbling and sucking, working his way down the collar bone and draping himself atop Hux’s body like a particularly heavy, ungainly blanket.
Hux closed his eyes and repeated his earlier action of smoothing Ren’s hair back, revelling in the attention. He pushed his head down into the pillow and arched his back as he felt the nipping approaching his neck, baring his throat for the other man submissively. “Is this your idea of revenge?”
Kylo made a noncommittal humming sound, too busy trying to work on the hollow of Hux’s throat without his nose getting in the way to lift his head.
“Your intimidation skills need some brushing up then, Kylo.”
He paused in his ministrations, pulling back a bit to eye Hux carefully.
Confused but too comfortable to bother opening his eyes or sitting up, Hux blindly moved one hand down to grab at Ren’s shoulder. “Kylo? Wh-”
The dark haired man lunged forward, sinking his teeth into Hux’s jugular with a particularly sharp bite, sucking hard as soon as his lips made contact with skin. Almost instantly, the hand on his shoulder came up to smack him across the face with a strangled shout from its owner.
It didn’t have much force behind it; it was more akin to hitting a pet on the nose with a rolled up newspaper than a true slap. Hux was just retaliating on instinct, really. How dare the man try to bite him like that above his uniform’s collar?
For a split second he feared he had crossed a line by daring to slap Kylo Ren, but all the man did in response was moan like a Coruscanti back-alley whore, cock twitching against Hux’s.
“No leaving marks where others will see them. I don’t need my inferiors seeing me covered in lovebites. How gauche .”
“Are you sure about that, General? I can tell you’re busy imagining everyone on board knowing that your body was claimed by Kylo Ren and loving every minute of it.”
Hux groaned and closed his eyes again, knowing better than to try denying it.
“I wonder...what other fantasies do you have about me that I haven’t seen yet? I rather enjoyed the one where I kept on my mask.”
Hux’s eyes opened again, and he grabbed a fistful of Ren’s hair near the back of his neck with a snarl. “You’re still not forgiven for that, by the way. You specifically said you weren’t going to dissect my memories like that back when you initially talked me into going along with all of this.”
Kylo shrugged despite Hux’s strong hold on his hair. “I lied,” he said nonchalantly.
Hux’s grip tightened further, bringing Kylo’s face closer to his own. “Someone needs to teach you a thing or two about basic human decency.”
“Mmm...another one of your fantasies? Please, continue.”
Hux released his hair, pushing him away slightly with disgust. “I’m not telling you another thing about what I think about when I’m alone, Ren. Those thoughts were only meant to be acknowledged in the complete privacy of my own quarters.”
“Oh, I rather think you’re wrong about that, General. You’ll do more than tell me your most sinful thoughts by the end of the night.”
To his growing horror, Hux felt Kylo’s presence in his mind growing stronger, a familiar sensation by now. He tried to shout, to throw Kylo off of him, to leave the room altogether...but nothing happened. He was frozen in place apart from his eyes, the Force crawling over him like a web of live wires. Restricted as he was, he swore at Ren as loudly and violently as he could manage within the confines of his mind, counting it as a victory when the other man winced at the onslaught.
Now, now, General. There’s no need to act like that. This will be much more pleasant for you if don’t try to fight me.
Kylo leaned in close to nose at Hux’s hair, nipping at his ear and jaw. “If at any point you want me to stop or slow down, just remember I’m in your mind. I’ll know if you’ve reached your limit,” he whispered directly into his ear, as if trying to camouflage his break in character from an imaginary audience. After pausing to suck at Hux’s jaw, careful not to let it bruise, Kylo pulled back again, the cold, fiercely determined expression he usually reserved for his enemies upon his face.
Let’s see what the First Order’s prized General does in his free time besides using his jacket as a masturbatory aid…
Now that he had experienced this as the aggressor, Hux wasn’t too concerned about what Ren might find this way. He doubted there would be much emotion involved besides lust and aggravation and a desire to break Ren’s will at times, and his brain couldn’t keep up well enough to really think in words whenever he was remotely close to orgasm.
He couldn’t be sure how much Kylo was getting from his thoughts of being held up by the Force while getting his ass eaten, but he could feel his frustration.
Hmm... show me .
If he thought it hurt letting Ren into his subconscious before, this time was absolutely excruciating, easily the most painful thing he’d ever experienced. Up to this point, the award would have gone to the time he had been grazed by an illicitly poison-laced bayonet during a battle simulation in his last year at the Academy by a fellow student vying for his position at the top of their class. At least then he’d spent part of his time unconscious and/or convulsing, and could take great comfort in the knowledge that the perpetrator would be expelled (or worse; he never actually asked what happened to those who were removed from the program). Now he couldn’t so much as whimper.
Just let me in, Hux. It’ll be over before you know it.
It seemed impossible to relax under this much duress, body instinctively fighting against his bonds in an attempt to curl up, and he tried pushing back toward Kylo’s mind again. He doubted he could force his way in when he was this unfocused, but he hoped to reassure himself through Kylo’s raging emotions. Surely they would belie his outwardly aggressive demeanor right now.
But when he felt around the edges of Ren’s mind, there were no holes or weak spots this time. In fact, he couldn’t feel even a hint of emotion leaking through. His mind was as impenetrable as a durasteel wall, and Hux’s consciousness wailed in complete anguish at being denied even this small comfort. He suspected he was crying in real life too, but the input his brain was using to keep track of his body’s actions was spotty, so he couldn’t be sure. His face was wet, anyhow.
I’m not going easy on you this time, Hux. You have no idea how weak you are in comparison to my full strength. You’ve felt the Force within me. Do you honestly think you can keep me at bay?
Hux wilted a little, chagrined by Ren’s brutal honesty. His body still resisted the pressure against his mind, but he stopped actively fighting back. What was the point? Ren breaking through was inevitable.
Good, Bren.
Kylo mimicked Hux’s earlier soothing actions, petting him instead due to his relative lack of hair. With a high pitched keening sound he hardly recognized as his own voice, he finally let go and submitted completely to Kylo, pain diminishing as the man joined Hux in his subconscious.
Very good.
Hux had gone completely soft during the last minute, because even he didn’t enjoy pain that much. Kylo’s praise was quickly remedying the situation, however. He was almost dizzy with how rapidly his blood was draining south.
Now, where were we?
Even in his head, Kylo’s voice was wrecked from arousal, gravelly and deeper than usual. Hux imagined he could feel it rumbling through his skull like thunder before his thoughts dissolved into another one of his fantasies, spurred on by the very incident that indirectly led to his current situation.
He’s fighting with Ren again. Sometimes in that same control room, sometimes in an empty hallway where someone might happen upon them any minute, sometimes on the bridge, in full view of his crew. What the argument is about doesn’t even matter. The important part is that he pushes Ren too far again, and that icy, invisible grip closes over his neck once more, and his words die in his throat. It’s just as terrifying as the first time, but Ren is more calculating in his fury now, not screaming at him in a blinding rage but brutally tearing at his weaknesses, his insecurities. He removes his helmet. Hux’s vision is fading fast.
It’s an impressive show of strength and authority, and he finds himself growing hard despite his humiliation, praying that Ren doesn’t notice. But of course he does, because he’s Ren , who knows Hux to the core and can probably feel the shameful heat radiating from his needy cock anyways, even from where he stands a few feet away.
The hold on his throat lessens, just enough to let him breathe but not enough to speak, and that look is back on Ren’s face as he stalks toward his prey. Because that’s all he is to Ren, a weak, pathetic little creature, barely worthy of being in his presence. He should be grateful that Ren is even granting him his attention right now.
And he is. He is so grateful when Ren smiles cruelly and he feels a phantom hand sliding up his thigh, teasing over his leaking prick despite his layers of clothing. It eventually clamps onto his shaft with a grasp that’s just this side of too tight and begins stroking him at a punishing pace. Choked as he is, he doesn’t have to worry about trying to hold in his moans as he comes when another hand begins to massage the spot behind his balls as the first one’s thumb roughly swipes around the head of his cock with each stroke.
Ren lets him go with no further notice. He’s in no state to stand, and he crumples to the ground at Ren’s feet like so much refuse. Ren leaves, back to his old self. Hux is forced to collect himself and make his hair and uniform look semi-decent before stepping out in front of his underlings again, or, depending on which version they’re in, he scrambles to reassert his authority to his bridge crew, who may or may not have noticed what just occurred, snapping at them to get back to work in spite of the tear tracks on his bright red face and the cum drying inside his shorts.
“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that one. I didn’t read anything but fear and your usual bad mood when I was Force choking you.”
Hux wiggled his fingers and toes, satisfied that he had been released from his bonds, but his head still ached too much to try opening his eyes. He hoped his imaginary glare was enough. “Well, fantasies don’t always translate well to real life. I was convinced you had finally snapped and I was about to be killed in cold blood by my colleague. I might enjoy being choked every now and then, but there’s nothing inherently arousing about being murdered.”
“I think I’ll leave the choking for another time, as tempting as that vision was. You paint a very flattering picture of myself, by the way. But I have other plans for you right now.”
Hux’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of another time , but he didn’t have a chance to dwell on it as his mind was flooded with images of himself, covered in bite marks and red scratches from Ren’s blunt nails. His half-closed eyes and disordered hair plainly pointed toward post-coital bliss, if the streaks of cum across his belly weren’t obvious enough.
He felt Ren start to withdraw from his head, and he opened his eyes in a panic.
Relax, I’m still here.
The two of them had evidently moved to lie beside each other at some point when Hux’s brain had stopped functioning properly, and Ren was now lounging on his side, head propped up on one arm and his legs entwined with Hux’s own. He was still in Hux’s head, just as he said, but the pain wasn’t there.
Yet at the same time, the energy coming off him was strong , not like when he was just looking at his surface thoughts. He was at some level in between the two. It was the best of both worlds: the heavy, comforting presence of another human being filling up all the empty, lonely parts, but without feeling stifling or oppressive. It reminded him of that alien otherness that was curiously nowhere to be found at the moment.
Kylo’s eyes were so dark they looked black now, and Hux shivered when they met his own. He didn’t have to be choking Hux or slinking toward him like a hungry garral to look animalistic; he was a perpetually feral beast of a man even in repose. Hux found himself wishing the door between their minds was opened again, because all he could glean from Kylo’s face was desire, with no real nuance to his emotional state or motivations.
My apologies, General. I’m being selfish.
That is your usual modus operandi, yes.
I can play nice when the situation calls for it.
The cold, hard durasteel containing Kylo thawed and melted away entirely, and their minds were enmeshed unlike anything else they’d experienced. He could actually see himself through Kylo’s eyes, could feel how badly the man’s prick was aching.
What is this?
If it’s overwhelming, I can draw back.
“No! It’s..” Amazing , his mind provided, but he finished his sentence with “...fine.”
Kylo’s mouth didn’t move much, but he smiled with his eyes, happy simply because Hux was happy.
Come here.
Ren held his arms open, and Hux scooted forward, allowing himself to be wrapped up in a tight embrace, all long, gangly limbs and desperate lips against his own.
Please tell me you have some sort of lubricant in this room. Or is this monstrosity of a bed the only thing in here?
There’s hidden storage underneath.
There was the sound of a gription panel being released, and then a small bottle of lubricant came into view and landed in Hux’s hand.
“Praise the gods! You were actually prepared for something in advance without having to be told!”
He opened it, pumping a bit onto his fingers, then hesitated. They had never actually discussed what they wanted to do in explicit terms.
“Have you done this before?” He couldn’t recall seeing many memories of other people in Kylo’s past, and there were definitely none like this.
“Not…” Kylo trailed off, avoiding eye contact. Not with another person.
Oh. Oh. He’d never taken anything larger than his slender fingers, didn’t have a growing collection of toys to satisfy his needs like Hux. Kylo was a virgin of sorts. The realization made Hux’s cock jump, precum oozing out and sluggishly dripping onto the sheets. He didn’t even think Kylo had known about that particular kink of his.
“I didn’t. I just got lucky, I guess.”
I’m fairly certain I’m the lucky one here.
The thought wasn’t aimed at Ren, but he heard it anyways, a hint of color rising to his cheeks. The temptation to darken that flush and fuck him into the mattress was nearly irresistible, but Hux knew neither of them had the patience to properly prepare him right now.
Right, then.
Hux added more lubricant to his fingers and settled down on his back, then reached between his legs, running a finger lightly around his hole before beginning to work it in. It took a while, but once he was accustomed to it he withdrew before adding a second finger.
Kylo was enraptured, fists clenched in the sheets to stop himself from jerking off at the sight of Hux fingering himself just a few inches away.
Wait.
Hux paused, fingers halfway into his ass.
“Can...can I?” Kylo had the lube in one hand and was gesturing vaguely with his other.
Hux considered it for a moment. He usually preferred preparing himself, at least with new partners, because getting fingered was one of his favorite sex acts when done right. He already knew what he liked and where his prostate was, two things that involved a bit of a learning curve when someone else was doing the job. But Kylo was staring at him pleadingly, hopelessly seeking Hux’s approval and attention, and so he caved, removing his fingers.
Ren rushed to lube up his own shaky fingers before moving closer. His first touch was timid, as if he was expecting Hux to suddenly rescind the offer, but when Hux only moaned and let his legs spread a little wider, his movements became more bold. Soon he was three fingers deep in Hux, massaging his prostate with his warm fingers in a way that felt like he was burning up from the inside out, body turning molten under Kylo’s touch.
Somehow, he’d managed to forget: Kylo was in his kriffing mind. He felt everything Hux did and wasn’t just poking around blindly like previous partners.
As his right hand was busy turning him into a complete wreck, Ren’s left hand reached up to rub at Hux’s nipple, alternating between pinching and gently twisting. When Hux responded positively, he began mouthing at the other nipple and flicking his tongue over it, both hands still working diligently. His treatment became more aggressive as the minutes passed, devolving to more nipping and less sucking, and between that and the way he was milking Hux’s prostate and making a slippery mess of his groin and belly, Hux couldn’t stand another minute without Kylo inside him. He pushed at his head lightly.
“Stop stop stop...that’s enough. If you keep going, the show’s going to be over before you even get inside me.”
Kylo pulled out after a few more light sweeps across his prostate, both groaning in unison at the sudden emptiness and lack of warmth.
Hux picked up the lubricant. “Why don’t you lie back and allow me to pay back the favor?” He dispensed some more into his hand before reaching down to carefully set the bottle on the floor instead of just tossing it aside, because he wasn’t raised in a bantha nursery like some people.
“Always so critical, even with--Ah!--even with your hand on my dick.”
“Shut up, Ren.” Just for that, he wiped off the excess lubricant on one of Kylo’s numerous pillows.
Kylo brought his hands up to Hux’s hips as he was straddled, helping brace him. Hux was starting to think he might have a thing for hands now, too. As ridiculous as it was, having the man’s big hands holding him so securely made him feel safe, as if he wasn’t already on board one of the First Order’s most heavily protected starships.
Ren’s grip tightened, likely in response to his thoughts, and Hux grunted, not wanting to further fuel his enlarged ego by outright moaning. With one hand on Kylo’s chest for balance and one holding his cock steady, Hux began sinking down, revelling in the familiar stretch.
Kylo’s cock was decently sized though, much longer than his fingers, and Hux hadn’t done this in years. He couldn’t take him all in one go like he used to. He paused for breath less than halfway down, the vice-like grip on his sides growing even more intense as Kylo whined, trying not to thrust up.
A wicked smirk grew on Hux’s face. There were few things he enjoyed more than provoking Ren and testing his patience.
“Tsk. You’re leaving bruises, Kylo.”
“But it’s just your hips! Nobody can see them!” He sounded frantic, and Hux could hear him desperately begging for Hux to just move again inside his head. He painted a lovely picture of wanton need, with his damp curls forming a dark halo against the sheets and his chest heaving wildly.
“Mmm. Well, I’ve decided that handprints are off limits now, too. Heal them before they start to get too dark.”
“But-”
“ Now, Ren. And fix the mark you made on my neck too while you’re at it.”
Kylo mewled, trying his hardest to please Hux. He could tell the man was falling apart at the seams though, totally incapable of utilizing the Force in any productive way. His own thighs were trembling with how badly he wanted to fuck Ren for all he was worth, and he might have to give up and drop the charade early if the man couldn’t do as he was asked.
“I’m waiting…” His dribbling precum was starting to pool on Kylo’s belly.
Kylo was practically sobbing now, the Force fluttering weakly around the pair. Hux took pity on the man and finally began to sink down again, not stopping until he bottomed out this time.
Both men breathed a sigh of relief, and then Hux was moving, Kylo thrusting up to meet him every time he dropped back down. He wasn’t going to last long. Not with the delicious way Kylo’s cock was dragging against his prostate with each thrust after their drawn out foreplay, if that’s what it could be called.
Ren was just as turned on as Hux, but it seemed his training under Snoke had paid off, because Hux could feel he had a better handle on his body at the moment and wasn’t hurtling toward orgasm as recklessly as himself.
One of his hands released Hux’s side to jerkily stroke at his cock, and Hux nearly shouted. It was out of time with their thrusts, but it didn’t matter because it was enough to not just tip him over the edge, but violently cast him over toward orgasm.
“Ren--Kylo--I’m-”
There was a peculiar nudging sensation somewhere inside of him, and then he was crying Kylo’s name as the familiar waves of tingling heat flooded through him, only...it wasn’t so familiar, actually, and the relief he usually associated with orgasm wasn’t there. This was more subdued, a diffuse sensation of pleasure. The intensely building pressure hadn’t been released, his cock didn’t pulsate and paint his stomach white like in Ren’s vision, and Kylo’s attention wasn’t pushing into the realm of overstimulation at all.
Head too fuzzy to form actual words, he just thought at the likely culprit instead.
Ren...what did you do?
“Provided my anatomy is correct, you can have multiple orgasms now.”
Well, wasn’t that a neat trick. That would explain why the tension in his groin wasn’t dissipating, either, despite his muscles going limp as he slumped forward onto Kylos chest.
His thighs had been burning already in the short amount of time before his orgasm. He was horrendously out of practice when it came to bottoming like this, and now he was completely spent, not enough energy left in his system to continue riding Kylo after already dealing with two separate intrusions into his subconscious today, both of which left him breathless and dripping with sweat. At the moment, he could only manage to make needy twitching movements with his hips, still driven by a need to properly climax.
Ren was reeling from the echoes of Hux’s pleasure, but his hand was still going strong and his hips were continuing to piston into Hux’s lax body.
Kylo drove into Hux particularly hard, hooking a leg around Hux’s own in the process, and carelessly flipped them over, barely giving Hux time to sigh in exhausted relief and wrap his legs around him before he picked up where he left off.
Their mouths came together, tongues barely entangling before Kylo was pulling away to nuzzle at Hux’s hair again, callused thumb slipping over his slit with each pull on his cock.
Impulsively, he swooped in to bite at the still entirely un-healed mark on Hux’s neck, no telltale warning coming through to Hux’s head.
Hux’s second climax was just as unsuspected. He shouted hoarsely, fisting a hand in Ren’s hair and growling a little when he realized he still wasn’t being allowed to cum properly.
Kylo was close too; Hux could tell. Even he was turned on by how he looked through Ren’s eyes right now, completely fucked out with his back arched and his hair plastered to his forehead.
Just one thing missing, Bren.
Kylo’s hyperrealistic image of himself where he was now thoroughly coated in his own semen flowed into his head.
Kylo, please!
His arousal spiked sharply before suddenly reaching its peak, apparently driven on by hearing his name being spoken with such desperation in the sonorous tones of Hux’s mental voice.
It was unlike anything Hux had ever experienced, feeling someone else’s orgasm. This one was a real doozy, too. Kylo’s head went entirely silent for a moment, too busy lighting up his pleasure centers to think properly, and then a feeling of complete euphoria hit Hux as he felt two orgasms at once.
He howled, eyes rolling back as Ren’s hold on his insides was lifted due to his distraction, allowing him to climax fully for the first time. It was easily his most intense orgasm, even stronger than his other experiments with prolonged edging. He lost count of how many times his cock throbbed, continuing to lazily pump out cum even as it wore down to little more than the twitches of aftershock.
Kylo pulled out and collapsed against him, absently licking at the cum Hux’s overzealous cock had shot all the way to his throat. He was heavy, but Hux didn’t mind. Kylo deserved whatever his heart desired after giving Hux a series of orgasms like that, even if it was to slowly crush him to death while doing something so crude as licking up the remnants of Hux’s release. All Hux cared about right now was remembering how to breathe. He knew they should clean up, but Kylo’s comically oversized bed was so comfortable, and he was so tired…
“Well, that was absolutely terrible.”
“...I beg your pardon?!” Kylo had next to no experience with other people and just gave Hux what was unquestionably the best sex of his entire life up to date, and he had the audacity to call it terrible?
“ I was supposed to be teaching you to block off your subconscious, and you did a horrible job of it. Clearly, we’re going to need to meet up like this more often.”