“General.” Ren nodded down to him, leaning back to stretch. His back arched, cat-like, as he reached toward the ceiling and let out the smallest hint of a noise. Carefree. Hux wanted to punch him square in that uneven jaw, or perhaps those gigantic ears – if only he could move his hands.
Ren’s hands eventually settled in his messy blond locks, threading through the strands to take hold. “I don’t suppose I need this anymore.” And with that, what apparently was a blonde wig was gone and tossed to the floor. Dark and disheveled hair cascaded down to take the blonde hair’s place, curling at the precipice of the Knight’s broad shoulders. “Or these.” He tossed the ridiculous glasses to the side, all the while keeping his gaze on Hux.
And stars, did Ren deliver. Hux could barely contain himself when Ren shoved him roughly down against the bed, picking his legs up from underneath the knee to drive into him like the fate of the galaxy depended on just how thoroughly he could fuck General Hux.
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