Hux, though sexually experienced, is awkwardly bad at dirty talk, from years of having to be quiet and sneaky, and believing it’s not proper for a general to be openly wanton and needy. Kylo, only recently finally not a virgin, runs his mouth during sex like it’s nothing, usually absolutely gross, should-be-embarrassing stuff that clearly came from the worst holoporn credits can buy. It’s vile, but nevertheless makes Hux shiver head to toe and come hard, blushing beet-red the whole time.

reserve:

“Turn over,” Ren said. He was breathing heavily, his whole, broad chest moving rapidly up and down.

Hux dutifully complied. He felt shaky, and his elbows threatened to buckle once he was on his knees, hands shoulder width apart. “Like this?”

“That’s right.” Ren landed an open-palmed slap on Hux’s bared flank. “You look like––like a slut. A filthy, cheap slut.”

Ren spanked him again and Hux made a terrible, high pitched sound.

“That’s right.” Rougher this time, voice near a growl. He thumbed at Hux’s hole, rough finger-pad pushing at him.

Hux whined louder.

“Squeal for me, you––I’m gonna. I’m gonna make you squeal like a pig for it. You slut. You––filthy slut.”

“Oh my stars, Ren. Hell––”

“Pigs can’t talk,” Ren said, and brought his hand down once more.