Hux hasn’t worn one before, but, oddly, doesn’t mind the idea of it. He actually thinks the one Kylo got him is rather tasteful: it’s black with delicate red detail at the edges and over the panelling, and the lacing is red too. He’s curious to try it on.
What he didn’t quite expect was the way it would feel, and just how much he loves it. As Kylo helps lace it up, he can’t help gasping at the tightening sensation, overly aware of each tug and pull as Kylo works the corset closed. By the time Kylo’s done, Hux is breathing rather shallowly and he’s flushed and achingly hard.
Kylo fucks him. It’s almost too much, in a way that’s perfect. The constriction feels amazing, and with Kylo’s hands all over his body as well, closing around his neck, Hux comes quickly, almost crying with relief.
He doesn’t want to take the corset off. Kylo talks him into loosen it a little, but Hux still absolutely loves the feeling of it. He can’t get enough of the reassuring constriction, the way it feels every time he moves. and the way it feels when he runs his hands over the smooth, sensual shape of it.
Needless to say, Hux sometimes wears it under his uniform – although only on days he doesn’t need to concentrate entirely, because the feeling is more than a little distracting. (And he usually needs Kylo to come bend him over the nearest hard surface and fuck him stupid).
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