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“Do you have to call me Ren? It’s…” Kylo trails off, trying to steady his breathing as Hux’s hand wraps around the nape of his neck and squeezes.“Would you prefer something else? Slut? Whore?” Kylo whines in the back of his throat slightly, trying to shift his arms in their restraints. “How about toy?” Hux shoves him forward, holding him bruisingly tight at the nape, until his forehead presses to the desk. “Pet?” Kylo twitches under his hands, moaning. “That’s the one.” Hux says. “Pet.”

Bad Jedi Strikes Back

nightsofllyn:

Ben is 18 in this au.

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Though Hux gets Ben into bed easily, he struggles to get him out of it the next morning.

“But why?” Ben whines.

“Because,” Hux says, because that’s reason enough. Or it should be reason enough. But Ben is willful. Willful and too big to push out of the bed, though Hux tried earlier while Ben laughed. Willful and too big and warm, draped over Hux, kissing the bruises he left behind last night. So Hux tilts his head to give him more room and decides to suffer his presence a little longer. 

“Just so you know,” he says, shivering under the light touch of his lips, “for future reference, it’s considered polite to disappear into the night after this kind of thing. Rather than linger past breakfast.”

Ben is silent for a moment, completing his lazy kissing tour of Hux’s neck, before he says, hopefully, “Breakfast?”

“No.”

Ben hums, undaunted. His breath is hot against Hux’s hair, his long fingers closing over his hipbone, “Again?”

Again. This time Hux isn’t drunk, and Ben’s not a virgin. Hux doesn’t call him names–or at least, not as many–and Ben lasts and lasts.

And lasts. Until–Hux thinks, hazily, this can’t be right–but the light from outside seems to fade from blue to orange, then black. He watches the moons rise upside down, in a kind of trance, head hanging off the side of the bed, blood pulsing in his temples. He’s soaked with sweat. The sheets cling to his back. Ben clings to his front, fucking him so, so slow.

Whatever this is it’s Ben’s fault, but he’s not immune either: his chest a map of long, red scratches, fat bottom lip split, eyes like the eyes of some village healer high on dried bantha dung, at once rolled back and half-lidded, eyelashes fluttering. It should be frightening. Hux isn’t scared.

He should be thirsty, hungry, exhausted. He’s not. He will be later. He’ll sleep the whole trip back to the Outer Rim, on his stomach, ass too tender for sitting, blue with bruises, moaning for Ben in his dreams.

But here and now he moans for Ben and Ben answers. They speak in low whispers, foreheads pressed together,  saying things Hux won’t remember later, though he’ll try.

Later, someone knocks at Hux’s door, worried. Ben pulls his fingers from Hux’s mouth to let him answer. Hux says go away.

It’s a shock. He’d forgotten there was anyone else–anyone else at all–anyone else in the universe. Ben draws him back in with rough kisses, a hypnotizing tongue, and he soon forgets all over again.

At sunrise, Ben licks come and tears from Hux’s cheeks, kneeling between his legs on the floor. Hux has hiccups, has discovered that Ben can read his mind, has lost track of how many times he came, wonders if he’ll ever be able to again.

You have to go, he thinks, once he can think again, if you don’t– But he’s not brave enough to finish the thought.

Ben says, “Okay,” and gets dressed. Easy as that. If Hux were himself, he’d say he could have used that kind of attitude a day earlier, but he’s not himself. Not anymore. And the memories of who exactly he is are returning in a trickle, not the flood he would expect.

Ben looks younger with clothes on, the hood of his robe hiding his long, tangled hair. Hux shows him out, trying not to limp, passing Phasma and the other officers, who are eating breakfast. Their conversation dies, utensils forgotten halfway to mouths. It’s the longest walk of Hux’s life, and at the end Ben turns to look him over–just a drowsy, possessive look, nothing more, nothing less–before he steps outside.

Hux stands there stunned until Phasma says, “Did you fuck a Jedi?“

But when he opens his mouth to answer, he finds he’s lost his voice.

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Part One

salemnevada:

Head Canon:

When Ren leaves to go on extended missions the General doesn’t handle it well.

He tries, the first week he manages to keep it together.

Week two, he’s working through his lunches and working later and later each night.

Week three it’s Wednesday and he hasn’t slept since the Saturday of the week before – he works all hours of the night just to keep himself busy.

When Ren returns from planet side, he finds Hux sleeping at his desk. He wakes him up gently and peels off his clothes. Every time Kylo peels back the layers he’s surprised at how small he looks with out all those layers on.

gingerbitch-hux:

huxcrying:

inspired by @apprenticekylo’s post: i’d like everyone to consider hux demanding that kylo fuck him against the wall, and so kylo lifts hux up and hooks his arms under hux’s thighs and gets to work, obviously, because kylo does not disobey orders from hux. but hux is difficult to please and kylo appears more focused on the balancing act of holding hux up than keeping a proper rhythm, or hitting where hux likes it, so hux begins to give him directions–harder, deeper, there. kylo tries to follow, but it’s quite strenuous, keeping hux from falling and keeping him pleased too.

hux knows how to fix this, though–kylo responds well to praise. right there, he says, that’s what i fucking want, that’s good, all his words panted against kylo’s neck. he digs his nails into kylo’s shoulderblades, drags his teeth over kylo’s collarbone. you’re not tired, are you? you’re hardly exerting yourself, you could keep at this all day, he says, and he skims a thumb over the vein in kylo’s arm, the curve of his bicep, and he tightens his legs around kylo’s waist.

then the wall is hard behind him, and he’s throwing his head back because finally, finally kylo is hitting him there, and he can feel every muscle in kylo’s body focused on this, him, and kylo is swearing under his breath and going unsteady again, which means he’s going to come soon (it’s always easy to tell with kylo). hux says, don’t come until i do, and all of kylo’s weight is against him–this is what he wanted, really, to feel all of kylo’s strength devoted to pleasing him.

kylo’s fingertips press into his thighs and he feels supported; he pushes a messy kiss against the base of kylo’s neck. he goes limp when he comes and kylo doesn’t let up, just keeps him held there against the wall. when kylo comes, breathless and red-faced, hux clings to him, murmurs something like well done into his skin, imagines the bruises they’ll both have in the morning.

I only need this to be alive