“I’m making pancakes,” Ren called from by the oven. Hux took a second to appreciate the scene: a gorgeous man wearing nothing but a pair of briefs and a £400,000 watch managing to flip a pancake and making it look easy. He walked up to him, following the path of soft light on the floor, and hugged him from behind.
“I’m keeping you,” he mumbled, and got a handful of his pecs; he squeezed, as if in greeting. Ren chuckled, deep and inexplicably nervous.
A Certain Level of Vulnerability by @longstoryshortikilledhim
(Also dedicated to @sparrowlicious who asked for some tiddy action before this chapter even came out, this was the perfect opportunity!)
dispatches from the dumpster 