generalgingersnaps:

blackmorgan:

atlinmerrick:

blackmorgan:

suzannartafterdark:

Some days being general is really stressful and things just happen

i…  

*makes inarticulate noises*

I’m not even getting that far. Well, I guess grunting is inarticulate. And noise.

Apparently, porn begets porn @atlinmerrick, @thehoneyedmoon 😉

After
Hux has come all over his desk, while he’s still panting softly, legs shaking,
shivering with the aftershocks of unexpected pleasure, Kylo stands and
unfastens his trousers. He places a hand gently between Hux’s shoulder blades,
urging him down onto his elbows across the desk and settles over him. His other
hand nudges between Hux’s thighs, pushing them further apart as he lines up his
cock, pressing inside, savouring that delicious heat as it seals around him.

Hux moans.  He’s still too sensitive but he wants Kylo inside him, all
of him, not just his tongue, and presses back, spine arched, arse proffered,
asking for more.  Kylo places his arms beside Hux’s elbows on the desk,
covering him almost completely and begins a steady, rhythmic thrusting as he mouths
the flushed skin at Hux’s nape.  It’s a slow, sweet fuck that rocks them
both towards oblivion.  Kylo can hear the stream of Hux’s thoughts. 
Swearing, begging, wanting both more and less, wanting to give Kylo
everything.  He already has.

When Kylo can’t bear it any longer he takes hold of his lover’s slender
hips, angles them until the position is perfect and thrusts home hard. Again.
And again.  Hux is screaming now,
swearing out loud and still demanding more of Kylo’s cock between curses. 
Kylo wraps a hand around him and that’s all it takes for Hux to come a second
time, shaking, incoherent, clenching around his lover as Kylo follows him over
the edge.

They stay like that, breathless, sated, come dripping down their thighs,
until Kylo softens and slides out. Hux laments the loss and reaches around to
keep his lover close, to keep that great heart thudding steady beats against
his back, as it slows and settles, and begins to beat in time with his
own.  Hux would stretch their time into eternity if he could.  Would
rewrite all those wasted months, days, hours when they had fought and bickered
like children, into praise lavished upon his lover’s skin.

Kylo
murmurs against his ear, nips at the lobe before taking it between his
lips, teasing playfully around the edge of that sensitive opening, with
the same bold tongue he had licked repeatedly into Hux’s arse.  It tickles
and Hux shoves him away halfheartedly until Kylo starts to laugh at his
ineffectual squirming.  It’s a sound Hux doesn’t hear often enough, Kylo
laughing.  Though he hears it more now than he used to and it has him
turning until his back is pressed against the desk and he’s facing this
fearsome Knight of Ren, who’s grinning lopsided at him with all the delight of
an overgrown, enthusiastic puppy.  

He
threads a hand through Kylo’s soft curls, pulls that lush mouth down into a
heated kiss, knowing full well and not caring where that tongue has been, and
breathes his lover deep into his lungs.

Kylo is still chuckling beneath the kiss.  He teases inside Hux’s head,
you want more?

Hux deepens the kiss, tightens his fingers in Kylo’s hair and tugs him
down.  I’ll always want more. 

Shit, ok, I had this lovely art queued for midnight sinning, but now it can’t wait. Lord have mercy, let me live!