dreamingofawolf:

Like how the feedback loop from their orgasms sometimes make Kylo cry and Hux will slump on him and kiss away the tears. And if Hux had been being fucked he’d keep stroking his own cock, oversensitivity and the slight building burn be damned because he knows that Kylo can feel it and it makes him cry more. And it makes Kylo’s cock twitch inside him. And if Hux was fucking him, he’d keep moving his hips just enough to keep Kylo stimulated. Because if Kylo is crying at the feeling of overwhelmed pleasure he’s not destroying himself with anger and darkness.

Or how Mitaka is the kind of person who brings cakes on to the bridge when he’s sure Hux won’t be there, and one day Hux and Kylo return early to the ship and they find the bridge crew eating sweet syrup filled pastries, and instead of denying them this small pleasure Hux snatches one up and bites into it, the syrup running out onto his gloves, and Kylo can’t stop staring at it running slickly and glossy over the black leather, seeping into the seams already as Mitaka stumbles apologies. And Kylo growls at him, grabbing Hux and dragging him off the bridge, force swiping another pastry as he walks past the box, ignoring the looks from the staff. Bundling him into an empty office and wrenching the mask off, letting it drop to the floor as he grabs Hux’s wrist and drags his tongue over the smooth, syrup sticky, leather and moaning at the taste.

I mean then you get into the weird filthy stuff, like before they get together Hux put his boots outside for polishing every night, and every morning they’re perfectly polished, shiny and spotless. And he doesn’t think about it, until the time there’s a smear on the heel, and he calls for a droid to clean them again, and gets a response that the boot service was cancelled on his quarters months ago. And he looks at the smear closer and sees that it’s the vague shape of wide, full lips.

Or the fluffy stuff, like Hux swiping a bottle of champagne from a ridiculously overblown fundraising/secret-spy-time party held amongst First Order’s wealthiest sympathisers, and sloppily blowing Kylo against his desk with the drink filling his mouth, and dripping from the sides as it fizzes and crackles against Kylo’s cock.

That kind of thing?