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REN: are you awake
HUX: Of course I’m awake. You know the hours I keep.
HUX: Did you need something?
REN: mission is dull
HUX: Well, I didn’t send you to Arnac in order for you to be personally entertained. You’re there monitoring the situation with the rumors of revolt. If things should get out of hand, I need you to use your powers to dispense with the political dissidents.
REN: don’t need a briefing. you already gave me one
HUX: What do you need, Ren? I presume you contacted me for some reason? Please feel free to share that with me at any time.
REN: told you already. read between the lines
HUX: Divining messages that aren’t directly communicated is your area, not mine.
REN: I’m bored hux
HUX: And why is this my concern? You’re at your post, are you not? Keep your eyes on the situation. Entertain yourself by doing your job.
REN: my job is to sit here and nothing is happening
REN: normally I’d meditate but I have been told not to do that while on command
HUX: As the person who ordered (not “told”) you not to do that while on command, I will reiterate that I think it’s a perfectly reasonable request of someone who is expected to monitor potentially volatile situations.
REN: everything is just a potentially volatile situation now. I miss combat. we used to fight wars
HUX: When you’ve conquered the galaxy there is rarely the occasion for a war. Wars are expensive. I don’t miss them at all.
REN: liar
HUX: There is some thrill involved in strategy, I admit, and I do enjoy the sensation of winning something in a finite way. But I also value security of command. I’m not some barbarian warlord who will spend his life constantly struggling for power. And I’m perfectly fine with that.
REN: you get bored too
HUX: Do I? What are you basing that assessment on?
REN: me
HUX: I’m afraid I don’t follow.
REN: I’m your cure for boredom
HUX: Ah. Please allow me to take this opportunity to tell you, again, that I do not want you discussing what I do in my recreational time on an official Imperial comm channel.
REN: me
REN: that’s what you do in your rec hours
REN: except for the times when I do you
HUX: All right, you’ve had your laugh at my expense. I’m so very impressed by the nuance of your humor, as usual. Now get back to work.
REN: you gonna punish me
REN: for abusing the official channel
REN: when I get back
REN: ?
REN: hux
HUX: Stop. This is a waste of resources and of my time.
REN: wrong. it’s helping me stay alert
HUX: By distracting you from your mission?
REN: I’m not distracted. can do more than one thing at a time. you’ve seen me multitask
REN: like when I’m on the bridge silently standing guard and also telling you how hard I’m gonna fuck you later, in your head.
HUX: How hard you’re going to fuck me in my head? Your choices in sentence construction leave something to be desired, you know.
REN: do I look like I care
HUX: Of course not. You won’t even use proper capitalization or punctuation, because you’re much too special and dark for such things.
REN: more like
REN: because I don’t have time to waste on bullshit
HUX: At least I’ve got you using contractions and capitalizing ‘I’ where appropriate.
REN: have you trained me hux
REN: do you think I’ve been tamed
HUX: Well. Yes.
REN: am I your servant
HUX: Unofficially, yes, you are.
REN: do you think of yourself as my ruler
HUX: I am your ruler. I rule all in the galaxy.
REN: yes but it’s different with me isn’t it
HUX: ...How do you mean?
REN: I could overpower you if I wished
HUX: Oh, please. With the Force, certainly, but do you really want the headache of ruling over an entire galaxy? You couldn’t go half a day in my shoes without losing your mind and smashing up something vital, causing utter galactic chaos.
REN: I don’t mean galactically
REN: I mean in private
REN: you rule me there ….sometimes
HUX: Ren, what the hell are you getting at? I have work to do.
REN: you know what I’m getting at
REN: sex
HUX: Yes, okay, since you’ve already made a mockery of what this channel should be used for, sure: We have sex sometimes. There you are. Well spotted. Goodnight.
REN: don’t go
REN: I meant sex now
REN: I can make you feel things
REN: even from where I am
HUX: With the Force? Don’t strain yourself, my hand works fine while you’re away.
REN: not with the force
REN: with words
REN: over this channel
HUX: I find that kind of thing quite tedious, I’m afraid. I need actual physical contact to get off.
REN: so touch yourself
REN: I’ll allow it
HUX: Ren.
REN: ?
HUX: Do you have your cock out at your damn post? Right now?
REN: no
REN: it’s in my pants emperor I swear
REN: but it’s getting hard
HUX: Why.
REN: because I just got you to picture me sitting here in the dark, in view of this town square, with my big dick sticking out from my opened pants, hard and heavy and leaking for you
HUX: Inaccurate.
REN: what did you picture then
HUX: Well, nothing so vivid as that.
REN: liar
REN: do you miss it hux
REN: my dick
HUX: I knew what you meant, fucking hell.
REN: so do you? it’s been 5 days. 5 long days without your tongue on my cock
HUX: I’ve enjoyed the peace and quiet aboard the ship enough to make up for the lack of physical stimulation provided by you.
REN: I don’t believe you
HUX: I don’t care if you believe me or not, it’s true.
REN: a person doesn’t like sucking dick as much as you do and not start to miss it after a few days
HUX: Don’t project your undisciplined need onto me. I went years without sex when I was making a name for myself, out of caution.
REN: it’s funny that you’re actually bragging about that
HUX: Why is it funny? It wasn’t for lack of opportunity that I remained celibate for a time.
REN: fuck why are we talking about your celibacy
REN: I’d rather talk about your lonely …. hole
HUX: You know I don’t like that word.
REN: I think you do like it. in a way. because your face gets red when I say it
REN: and also I can read your mind
HUX: Not always as well as you presume.
REN: you keep directing this conversation away from dicks and holes
REN: get with the fucking program here, please
HUX: What do you want me to say, Ren? I’m not even particularly adept at this in person.
REN: at what
HUX: At whatever it is you’re trying to do. Dirty talk? Cheap filth?
REN: are you joking
REN: you’re great at it
REN: the person who called me a greedy slut the first time he fucked me is gonna act like he can’t talk dirty ??
HUX: I didn’t say that I can’t do it in the heat of the moment. I merely implied that I’m not particularly creative in this area. ‘Greedy slut’ is hardly the most original term for someone who is presenting his ass to you desperately and shouting ‘harder’ as you fuck him. I was surprised when you reacted as if you’d never heard it before from someone who was in my position.
REN: well
REN: now I’m fully hard
HUX: That’s nice for you.
REN: it is nice
REN: what’s your situation at present
HUX: I’m sitting in bed with my data pad, going over reports on the day’s major events and developments, like I always do at this hour.
REN: hux you ass
REN: you know I meant your dick
REN: how’s it feeling right now
HUX: This is what I mean by tedious.
REN: hux please
REN: humor me
REN: is your dick hard. answer the question
HUX: I’d be more inclined to if you actually phrased it as one.
REN: don’t tell me proper punctuation gets you hard hux
REN: I know what really gets you hard
HUX: Please, enlighten me.
REN: hmm so many things
HUX: You’re not very good at this yourself, you know.
REN: shut up I’m thinking
REN: well first of all
REN: me eating your ass
HUX: Ugh. It sounds so unfortunate when you phrase it like that. You’re not arousing me, Ren.
REN: stop interrupting
HUX: Interrupting what?
REN: what turns you on is me flipping you over onto your stomach when it’s dark in the bedroom and your shift is still hours away, you’re still mostly asleep and asking me what i’m doing while I lick down along the length of your spine, and your breath stutters when I get to the crack of your ass and flick my tongue just over the cleft and suddenly you know exactly what I’m doing
HUX: I don’t like any of these words. ‘Cleft,’ for example. It’s unsexy.
REN: liar
HUX: Do you presume to tell me you’re sensing my arousal through the Force, from another system entirely?
REN: no but you just told me plenty
HUX: I didn’t say you were right.
REN: shhh why don’t you lie on your stomach hux
REN: with your hard cock pressed against the mattress while you prop yourself on your elbows and try not to rut the bed like a needy boy while you read my words on your data pad
HUX: I’m not the one who gets off on being called a ‘boy,’ remember.
REN: tell me what I get off on hux
HUX: I just did.
REN: I meant other stuff
REN: continue please
HUX: Hmm, a list of what Ren gets off on. Okay. (1) Being ordered to get on his knees. (2) Watching me slowly remove one glove. (3) Opening his whore mouth for two of my fingers. (4) Sucking gently upon command as I fuck his mouth with those fingers, slowly, while staring down into his eyes as I watch his pupils grow fat with lust and feel his mouth getting so wet for me.
REN: fat with lust
HUX: Are you really making fun of me for playing along with your stupid game??
REN: no no!
REN: I love that
REN: you’re doing great. keep going
HUX: Are you touching yourself while on duty, Ren?
REN: no I’m not
REN: I promise sir
HUX: If you’re going to call me ‘sir’ you had better use a fucking comma.
REN: yes, sir
HUX: Good boy. All right. Where was I?
REN: your fingers in my mouth. fucking my mouth. slow
HUX: That’s right. At first I enjoy how you’re beginning to drool for me, but then your mouth gets so wet that your need to be used is too shameful for me to bear. I remove my fingers. You make a soft noise, almost begging. I can’t decide what you’re begging for this time: these wet fingers sliding down through the crack of your ass? Or having my dick replace those fingers in your mouth, feeling my hand tangle in your hair and knowing I’ll be rough with your mouth because it’s so wet for me, because you’re so hungry for my cock?
REN: huxxxx
REN: yess
HUX: That’s your contribution, really? After all this work I’ve just done for you?
REN: for me. like hell. I know you’re getting off on this too
HUX: Stop telling me what you know. Tell me where you want my cock. Where do you need the most attention? You’re only allowed to have it in your mouth or up your ass. Pick one.
REN: fuck ok ok hmm
HUX: Hurry up, I’ve got things to do.
REN: rub your dick on my upturned face while I think about it
REN: taunt me with it
REN: my face is hot and so is your cock
REN: feels so good against my cheeks
HUX: Excuse me, I did not agree to do this yet.
REN: so you’re not rubbing your hard dick all over my face, trailing precome over my skin, feeling my eyelashes and my hot breath against your dick while you degrade me with it ?
HUX: It’s strange to see you admit in writing that you enjoy being degraded.
REN: hux cmon you fuck! you’re not funny!!
HUX: I wasn’t attempting to be. That was a sincere remark.
REN: you’re an asshole
HUX: What was that, Ren? You want my dick up your ass? All right, your choice is noted. Remain on the floor as you undress, and turn over onto your hands and knees, head down. Present yourself to your Emperor for inspection. I must assess, as usual, if you are worthy of my attention.
REN: okay okay good
REN: I’m taking off my tunic. Pants, gloves, boots, socks
HUX: Lower your chin as you expose your shameful nudity to your ruler, lowly subject.
REN: ok I lower my chin and peel off my shorts, wincing when the cloth rubs over my erection as it is exposed to you, very hard, wet at the tip, and also I have recently trimmed down there so my pubes are very orderly
HUX: Ren, fucking hell.
REN: what I know you like me to be well groomed
HUX: I hate the word ‘pubes,’ however! I can’t even believe I just had to type it!
REN: well I didn’t know that
HUX: Who doesn’t hate that word??
REN: I don’t know personally I think it’s kind of a funny word
HUX: Maybe to people like you who have a particularly juvenile sense of humor. Regardless, it is not arousing. Please move on. Describe your supplication.
REN: I’m bowing to you as I turn around, and I place my elbows on the cold floor of your throne room, scooting my knees apart and lifting my ass for your inspection, breathlessly awaiting your approval
HUX: You’re quite presumptuous, anticipating my approval.
REN: sorry, sir
HUX: Don’t speak to me, subject.
REN: wait am I me in this or just some random guy you rule over
HUX: You’re you, and also someone I rule over.
REN: ok. well I’m silent now, and as you stare down at me in cold appraisal my knees inch apart very slightly. my breath comes heavy, fogging the floor, my chest heaving even as I try to control my exhales
HUX: The heaviness of your breath is nothing compared to the weight of your cock as it throbs, untouched, between your widely spread thighs.
REN: balls too
HUX: What? You know I don’t like the word ‘balls.’
REN: fuck all your word rules, say something about my balls
HUX: Um, like what? Maybe you’d better take the responsibility for introducing your balls into this.
REN: introducing, what. like they weren’t already there??
HUX: I only meant introducing them to the narrative, of course they were always there.
REN: hux you are fucking terrible at this!!
HUX: Oh? Well, sorry to disappoint you. Goodnight, then.
REN: no no you’re good at it when you’re actually DOING it. just stop getting distracted and inspect my ass, emperor
HUX: How dare you fail to capitalize my title.
REN: can’t tell if you’re serious or if you’re back to doing the fantasy thing, Emperor Hux
HUX: I’ll give that ass of yours more than an inspection, you disobedient slut. I’m removing my belt now.
REN: my thighs begin to tremble
HUX: Calmly, soundlessly, I fold my belt in half, taking the two ends in my fist. I draw it slowly down over the crack of your ass. You suck in your breath and shiver a bit, head tucking in toward your chest as I continue to move my belt down over your heavy balls and flushed red cock, reaching the wet tip before moving the belt upward again, stained now with some of the fluid that pools and drips whorishly from the slit of your cock. I spread a film of this pathetic seed upward along the curve of your ass, until my belt has reached the small of your back.
REN: hell yeah
HUX: Ren.
REN: ?
HUX: YOUR TURN.
REN: wow all caps. ok
REN: you ask me if I know what happens to bad boys who don’t capitalize their ruler’s title properly. and if I think I deserve what’s coming to me
HUX: Now you’re putting words in my mouth?
REN: yeah. so put some in mine
HUX: Ha. All right.
HUX: In response to these uncharacteristically stupid questions that your Emperor has for some reason asked, you say you’re very sorry for being such a disappointment and begin weeping softly against the floor, flexing your ass upward, wanting the blows that will soon come almost as much as you want to feel my fingers pushing into you and readying you for my cock.
REN: don’t make me cry that’s dumb
HUX: Oh, please, it’s not exactly uncommon during sex.
REN: that was one time asshole
HUX: One time?? You have a selective memory, my friend.
REN: shut up and whip me
HUX: I ought to send you crawling out of my Presence with your cock hard and your face wet.
REN: no, sir, please
HUX: Two actual commas! For that, I grant your wish. The folded belt comes down hard across your waiting, upturned ass. You cry out in pain and gratitude, shoulders flinching.
REN: I wouldn’t really flinch but ok
HUX: Stop making me point out when it’s your turn. Go.
REN: after flinching that one time (and barely) I take my whipping very well and without making a sound or a move, my cock throbbing with each new blow, leaking onto your pristine floor
HUX: You would fantasize about dirtying my environs with your come, filthy boy.
REN: nnnh yeah and you grit your teeth and hit me harder for it, glowering down at me while I defile your throne room with this thread of puddling precome you’ve beaten out of me
HUX: When I grow bored with the exercise, perhaps sensing that you’re enjoying it a bit too much for my liking, I toss the belt aside and lower myself slowly into the most dignified squat possible, breathing evenly as I observe your trembling, breathless anticipation of what I will do next. Your ass is very red, crossed with stripes that will turn to bruises and make it painful to sit, but my brutalizing of it was perfectly measured, in the sense that I did not actually break the skin. I’ve already got the slime of your arousal on my floor. Spilling your blood there doesn’t interest me.
REN: the slime of your arousal
HUX: Fuck you, Ren.
REN: yeah please do
HUX: You’re unworthy. I can tell just by looking at your hole while you clench anxiously under my stare.
REN: why don’t you take a closer look, sir. you might like what you find
HUX: Well, now you’ve made me laugh, so I hope that was your intention.
REN: actually my intention was to get you to feel my hole to see if it’s suitable for your dick, your majesty
HUX: I’m not touching the hole of such a whorish, dirty boy without proper protection. I cross the room and retrieve my box of plastic gloves, along with a tube of lubricant.
REN: I listen to you putting on the glove, my ass stinging and sore and cock so hard as I wait for you to discover how incredibly tight I am. I can only hope you won’t realize I am an inexperienced youth who has never been touched by anyone but his Emperor
HUX: Don’t call yourself a youth, I’m not into that.
REN: I just meant that I’m younger than you, you fuck. you’re the one who calls me boy
HUX: (a) I do that for you, not for me, and; (b) it’s metaphorical, not literal. I’m not imagining you’re a boy. I’m simply reminding you that I know that, despite your age and size, you are a clumsy, sad little boy who needs my attention and discipline, and that you always will be.
REN: I prefer dirty and bad to clumsy and sad, ffr
HUX: What is ‘ffr?’
REN: for future reference
HUX: Of course. Anyway, let’s get on with it. I lower myself gracefully to the floor behind you, wearing my glove, the lubricant resting on the floor near your right foot. With my thumb and forefinger, I pry apart your reddened, sensitive ass cheeks and stare impassively at your apparent tightness.
REN: just say hole you said it once already
HUX: For some reason, you make an inane, insolent remark about my word choice. I give your hole a sharp flick in warning.
REN: yeah flick me again
HUX: No. Instead I swipe my finger across you very slowly, watching as you try to clench around this pressure against your now quite sensitive nerves. Your trembling intensifies, especially in your thickly muscled thighs.
REN: heh
HUX: Enough of these abbreviations! What is ‘heh?’
REN: it’s ‘heh’ like I’m laughing a little about how much you like my thighs
HUX: Shut up and say something hot.
REN: you’re so hard now aren’t you? are you lying on your stomach like I said? rolling your hips and dragging your aching dick against the mattress when i say something that makes you throb and wish so much that I was there to bury my tongue in your ass ?
HUX: If you were actually here I would have thrown you out of bed for being obnoxious some time ago. You’re really paying attention to your mission while all this is going on?
REN: yes, sir. the village square remains clear. my senses offer no indication of rebel activity here tonight
HUX: Fine. Continue.
REN: you put some lubricant on your gloved fingers and press against me with the tip of just one, testing. I feel so tight. your breath shortens as you push inside and imagine what this clenching heat will feel like against your bare cock. you think about just removing your finger, slicking your dick and shoving it into me right now, in one sharp thrust, no warning. you could do it. you can do anything you want to me. you are the emperor. anything you want is yours
HUX: That’s so true. I pet your back in appreciation for this sentiment as my finger slides in deeper, a second one joining it in due time, and I listen to the ragged push of your quickening breath as I fuck you very slowly with both fingers, making your skin seem to tighten all over with the need for more: faster, harder, deeper.
REN: nnh hux
HUX: Yes?
REN: give me permission to touch myself. in reality. through my pants at least. I’m so hard
HUX: Frankly, I’m shocked that you were actually waiting for my permission.
REN: please hux. I was good for you. I waited. let me touch it
HUX: No. You’re still on duty. You’re lucky I’m even letting you do this.
REN: i clench around your fingers and groan, begging
HUX: What are you begging for, boy?
REN: fuck me, sir. with your cock. I want to feel you filling me until it takes the breath from my lungs. please, sir, use me for your pleasure. show me how dirty i am, so dirty that your come belongs inside me
HUX: I continue fucking you slowly with two fingers, only grazing your prostate until I hear your breath catch, then relenting. So you think you’re a fit receptacle for the Emperor’s spent seed? You think you deserve to hold it inside you while you lie on the floor of his most sacred room, used and sticky, as he rises and moves to sit on his deserved throne and survey the wreck he has made of you?
REN: yes yes and you would watch your come leak from my ass while I lie there in worshipful silence, sorry that I couldn’t hold it all inside me after you’d finished with me
HUX: And what if I asked you to lick that mess up off my floor?
REN: anything, sir. gladly
HUX: We’re getting ahead of ourselves. As much as I enjoy the idea of your tongue cleaning the floor while more of my come rolls down over those thighs of yours-- I’m still seeking to determine whether this ass is worthy of my cock.
REN: what can I do to convince you
HUX: Hmm. Tell me how good it will feel. How well you would take it.
REN: I’ll take it so well, sir. you can fuck me as hard and as long as you want. i’m so tight for you, so ready. use me as your personal cock warmer for hours. anything. just fill me please
HUX: Are you touching yourself, Ren?
REN: no, sir
HUX: Do you swear to me?
REN: yes I swear. I want to though hux. am so hard
HUX: So hard just from the thought of being opened with my cock? Filled, used, left to clean up after what I’ve done to you while I watch? Your cock would still be hard, Ren, and untouched. You would still be so full while you leaned down, trembling and sore, to take that first lick of spilled come from my floor.
REN: when can i come back can i come back tomorrow
HUX: Excuse me? No. If this was all a ploy to try to get my blessing to wrap up the mission earlier, I’ll end you.
REN: it wasn’t anything like that but fuck there’s nothing going on here everything’s fine i told you before i even left
HUX: Your typing is getting worse, and your request is denied in full. Collect yourself. I have decided to fuck you. My fingers slide slowly from your well-worked hole.
REN: im so ready please hux
HUX: Are you begging me to fuck you or to allow you to come home early?
REN: ……..to fuck me
HUX: Well, then you’d better address me properly.
REN: please, sir. my Emperor. My Ruler, my Master, Your Excellence. I need you inside me
HUX: And why do you need that?
REN: because I’m a greedy slut
HUX: Try again.
REN: because I’m a bad, dirty boy who needs to be punished on your big dick
HUX: Wrong. Next.
REN: because??? I don’t know, fuck. you tell me
HUX: I lean over you, my pants opened now, cock freed and slicked. You feel it sliding against the crack of your raw, waiting ass as I place my arms alongside yours and bring my lips to your ear. Because you’re mine. I tell you this in a gruff whisper and you shiver when you feel the truth of it. You like feeling claimed, owned, obediently well-used. That’s why you need me inside you.
REN: damn who knew you were so romantic. not me!
HUX: You’re a piece of shit and I should leave you hanging and end this conversation right now.
REN: nah
HUX: How convincing. Goodbye.
REN: no no hux wait. I am yours. you’re right. you’re mine too but we won’t get into that right now
HUX: That’s fucking right we won’t. I lean back and shove into you with one brutal thrust that pushes a throaty, broken scream from your swollen lips as you throw your head back and take it, spasming around me, your breath heaving from you as you struggle to relax around the sudden intrusion. I grab your hair and push your head down again, to the floor.
REN: your cock burns inside me but it’s a good pain. you don’t let me catch my breath before you draw back and shove in again. this time I don’t make a sound, my hot cheek resting on the floor while my ass remains lifted for you
HUX: You’re incredibly tight and delightfully responsive, squeezing around me as if you can’t get enough, your attempt to remain quiet only lasting as long as it takes me to start truly fucking you in earnest, setting a blistering pace that leaves you gasping and moaning shamelessly, drooling onto the floor as you take it, both from your parted lips and the tip of your untouched dick.
REN: please let me touch it
HUX: In reality or in this fantasy?
REN: both
HUX: You may not touch yourself while under my command, on duty. However, within this daydream, I take pity on you when you begin to whimper with need, fucking yourself back onto me with everything you’ve got, the corners of your eyes growing wet as the pressure in your cock builds and builds and yet does not approach release. I tuck one arm securely across your chest as I lean onto your back, still fucking you in quick, hard snaps of my hips as I reach down with my other hand and take your shamefully thick, ridiculously long, painfully hard cock in my hot, tight grip.
REN: it’s not tight enough and i’M fucking your hand needing it so bad, begging
HUX: What does this begging sound like, exactly?
REN: please, sir, please let me come i need to come i promise i’ll clean it all up with my tongue when you’re finished with me, let me show you what a mess you’ve made of me
HUX: Oh, I can already see that. Try again.
REN: i’ll do anything for you, sir. I’ll be your slave forever.
HUX: Keep your pathetic offers of servitude. You are already eternally in my service. I have that guarantee from everyone in the galaxy. Show me something else.
REN: sir I need it i’m a filthy slut who has no self control please it hurts to hold back i need to fall apart you know how i am
HUX: I do know that. Okay, Ren. You can touch your treasonous cock. Discreetly, and don’t you dare take your eyes off the situation you’re monitoring while you pleasure yourself.
REN: thank you fou ryour
HUX: Huh?
REN: my hand slipped sorry. I came
HUX: In your pants? Already? Amazing.
REN: you’re still hard ?
HUX: Not technically.
REN: what
HUX: I finished a while ago. When I was picturing my come rolling down over your thighs while you cleaned my room.
REN: huh. why didn’t you tell me
HUX: Well, you didn’t ask, and also it’s really none of your business.
REN: none of my business what the hell. I’m the one who got you off. that makes it my business
HUX: Eh. I feel like I really did most of the heavy lifting. Are you sitting there now with your cock going soft and your shorts full of lukewarm come?
REN: it’s already pretty cold but yes
HUX: Good. Stay like that for the remainder of your shift. Dirtied by your Emperor. Sitting in a puddle of your own shameful lack of control.
REN: fine by me I’ve sat in worse
HUX: … That actually made me laugh, you should know.
REN: good it was meant to
HUX: Huh. Well. You’ll be back in two days.
REN: why can’t I just come back tomorrow. the situation is well under control
HUX: I don’t trust your judgment as much as you might like me to. You’re staying two more days.
REN: you fucking miss me though. I can tell
HUX: How.
REN: you used this channel to talk dirty with me for 12 scrolls worth of screen
HUX: That was simply for my own gratification. It was more enjoyable than I expected. That’s all.
REN: I’m more enjoyable than you expected. generally
HUX: Perhaps. Anyway, I’ll get back to my work now.
REN: ok. thanks for letting me come. sir.
HUX: Don’t make me regret it by doing anything stupid during the remainder of your shift.
REN: are you sure you can’t talk a little while longer
HUX: Talk about what? Isn’t your need of me satisfied by a single orgasm anymore?
REN: i don’t want another orgasm but no
HUX: What do you mean, ‘no?’
REN: never mind. bye
HUX: Yes, goodnight. Take care of my territory.
HUX: And yourself.
/end transmission