bona–mana:

“I still like storms, though. You look like one.”

“I look like one?” Hux asked, amused, deciding that Ren was getting delusional with jetlag. Ren pressed closer, the heat of his body almost feverish.

“You’re my perfect storm,” Ren said. “My darling hurricane.”

Hux pressed a soft kiss to his adoring lips. Ren kissed back, and it began to rain.

Suit Porn AU Part.5 || A Certain Level of Vulnerability by @longstoryshortikilledhim

Part 5 is here and what can I say 🤤I adore these sweet and horny lovebirds who go through the pain of jetlag so often.