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For dap8t for requested  ‘kylo “admiring” hux’s tiny exposed wrist’

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“Would you like a cup, Ren?”

Ren glanced over his shoulder. Hux was in the kitchenette, pouring himself a mug of tea. He stood with his back straight, arms close to his body, pouring carefully. Calculated. The collar of his uniform jacket was undone, spread open, exposing his neck and a scandalous sliver of his collarbone. He wasn’t wearing his boots. They’d been removed and put away as soon as Hux entered their quarters. But he was wearing his gloves. Hux was picky about touching anything, about skin to skin contact, about exposing himself too much. Even around Ren.

“Yes.”

Hux took out another mug and filled it with tea. He added sweetener, just enough to make it bearable for Ren to drink. When he set the teapot down, Ren got a flash, just a little peak, of that pale skin, hiding under Hux’s dark uniform. Hux was strawberries and cream, delectable. Ren would never grow sick of him, even if he grew sick of what was coming out of Hux’s mouth at times.

Hux collected the two mugs and returns to Ren’s side. He set his own mug down and offered the other to Ren. Another glimpse of that pastel dream; the part of Hux no one saw. Armitage’s skin. All Ren’s to devour. He wanted to sink his teeth into that wrist, feed from the veins. Crush the little bird bones with his jaw. He could do it. He would if Hux allowed it.

Ren took the mug and set it down. He captured Hux’s arm before Hux could pull away. Ren’s fingers fit around Hux’s wrist easily. He gave a squeeze.

Hux was still. He didn’t panic. His expression didn’t change; didn’t even lift an eyebrow. He was calm and patient. Exactly how one must be with wild animals.

“Ren?”

Ren was breathing heavily. His mouth was watering, jaw twitching. His fingers were tight, too tight, threatening to bruise that sweet, fragile skin. A hard enough squeeze and the bones would snap. So easy. So fucking tempting.

Ren brought Hux’s wrist to his mouth. Hux didn’t pull back. He had tensed now, feet planted firmly, shoulders rigid. Startled prey, caught, nowhere to hide. Nothing to do but give in.

Ren’s lips brushed against the pale wrist in a chaste peck. Hux’s pulse fluttered just beneath the skin. Ren lapped his tongue over the vein.

“You’re mine.”

Hux exhaled. His free hand found Ren’s hair and he stroked, slow and even. His body relaxed, leaning closer. He sat in Ren’s lap when Ren tugged at him. Hux picked up his tea and blew at the steam before taking a long sip. Ren’s arms were tight around him, possessive.

“I know.”