kyluxicle:

mariavlc82 replied to your post “anyone want to send me some short kylux prompts? i gotta get back into…”

A difficult one in my opinion , they saying to each other: “I love you”, “I know”

Kylo watched as a bead of sweat rolled down Hux’s face from the exertion of fucking into Kylo with steady but hard thrusts. Low waves of pleasure washed up his spine on every thrust and drag, making his limbs feel heavy and numb. Hux’s face was flushed pink and the color had spread down his neck and chest. Everything felt so warm and Kylo wished he could capture this moment. Live in it. Ignore everything that happened outside of this bubble of safety he’d found in Hux.

He arched his back and moaned when Hux’s hand came down to grip his cock and stroke it in time with his thrusts. Neither of them spoke, too overwhelmed by the heady sensations created by their coupling to throw harsh or goading words as was often. Kylo found the silence comforting as well and let himself fall deeper into the emotions flooding his body alongside the pleasure.

Hux’s hips began to lose their previously perfect rhythm and he growled as his grip on Kylo’s hip and cock tightened. The increased pressure bordered on pain but he loved that too. He loved when Hux was too rough, and loved when he was gentle, when he spoke or when he was silent, when pulled his hair or pet it. All of it was good. Everything with Hux was good.

The orgasm built like white flame, burning through his groin and flaring out to leave static in its wake. His throat felt dry and raw. Did he cry out? Hux stilled inside of him and Kylo could feel the pulse of his cock as he came, emptying himself inside of his body in private claim. When he pulled out they didn’t clean up right away. Instead Hux laid down on the bed next to him, lying on his back with his eyes closed as he caught his breath.

While the pleasure had crested and broken, the emotions were still there. His chest felt painfully full and warmth rose into his throat. He swallowed and let his head roll to the side to look at Hux, his face still flushed and his brows slightly drawn in as if even now he’s concentrating on some piece of vexing work. The warmth in his throat pushed up further and he spoke.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

Hux didn’t move, his expression didn’t change. He stayed that way for several moments before he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling with the same vexed expression.

“I know.”