“Do you have to call me Ren? It’s…” Kylo trails off, trying to steady his breathing as Hux’s hand wraps around the nape of his neck and squeezes.“Would you prefer something else? Slut? Whore?” Kylo whines in the back of his throat slightly, trying to shift his arms in their restraints. “How about toy?” Hux shoves him forward, holding him bruisingly tight at the nape, until his forehead presses to the desk. “Pet?” Kylo twitches under his hands, moaning. “That’s the one.” Hux says. “Pet.”