gloves on to finger him and listen to kylo moan into the mattress, talking about how naughty he’s been to make such a mess on the mattress with his pre cum and he just gives him a good spanking and kylo is begging about how he can’t handle this anymore and hux asks what’s the point of your training if you can’t even control yourself and just every time kylo tries to rut against the mattress hux grabs his hips and spanks him again and by the time kylo cums he’s crying
[insert that ‘good shit’ meme here]
Fuck. And that ‘what’s the point in your training’ bit… oh man, this is fucking perfect. How did you cram so much goodness into two asks? I salute you.

*uses the force to romantically drape coat over sleeping general because somebody can’t seem to schedule in an appropriate bedtime*

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-Under the Ruins of a Walled City, chapter 2, by Hollycomb.I’m okay with sad!! This is gorgeous– I love the way you used the light, which is so important to the whole atmosphere of his room here, and to this part of the story in general, and I’m so glad you drew this scene. His longing and regret are palpable and lovely and sad, but I think there’s also some real hope here, because he’s reaching into that light ;___; Thank you so much for drawing this! You don’t know how excited I get when I get an inkling that you’re working on something from my fic :3











