jeusus:

“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!)

bona–mana:

“I still like storms, though. You look like one.”

“I look like one?” Hux asked, amused, deciding that Ren was getting delusional with jetlag. Ren pressed closer, the heat of his body almost feverish.

“You’re my perfect storm,” Ren said. “My darling hurricane.”

Hux pressed a soft kiss to his adoring lips. Ren kissed back, and it began to rain.

Suit Porn AU Part.5 || A Certain Level of Vulnerability by @longstoryshortikilledhim

Part 5 is here and what can I say 🤤I adore these sweet and horny lovebirds who go through the pain of jetlag so often.