Kylo cast his eyes to the side, observing the man alongside him.
Hux stood, just out of the shadows, languid and impassive and delectably severe in the stiff lines of his uniform. Kylo’s fingers twitched; itched to follow the tempting inch of skin that peeked above his collar and disappeared to what Kylo knew was flawlessly creamy skin. Graced with tempting cinnamon freckles and a silver tongue, Hux had hooked him effortlessly.
It had been a simple thing for Hux to get Kylo into his bed, easier still for Kylo to show him his true nature. Just once, Hux had been swept away in a pleasure he hadn’t dreamed existed. Just once, Kylo had allowed himself to pull cries from his lax body.
Just once, and never again.
They couldn’t.
They both knew why.
Still, Hux relived that night with every waking moment. Had made it his mission to break Kylo down, see him take back his claim that Hux’s soul would be forfeit should they do this again. Hux had thought that task would be easy as well.
At every agonizing turn, Kylo had shown him he was mistaken.
It was driving Kylo mad.
Incubus Kylo who, after having sex with Hux once, refuses to do so again in case he accidentally sucks out Hux’s soul. Hux is so damn thirsty all the fucking time.
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