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Hux is gritting his teeth, breath stilted, as the disheveled strands of his bangs sway in and out of his vision. Already raw against the sheets, his knees and elbows shudder and threaten to give way. One of Ren’s enormous forearms loops around his waist to keep him upright.

“Harder.” Hux rasps.

Ren groans against the nape of his neck, yanks his hips back, and Hux keens his appreciation. He lets his forehead drop against the pillows, squeezes his eyes shut the feel the drag of it, the heat and friction and sting. Imagines the sight of the once-sacrosanct reliquary of his body, now a defiled hurricane of splinters and shards, trapped in unrelenting rhythm.

“Harder.” He insists.

Ren is breaking him apart, now, impaling him, sullying him from the inside out. With a reedy whimper, Hux bears back against him.

“Please, please, please…” He’s murmuring as he claws at the sheets. Unmake me, he wants to beg, release me.

“Har-” One broad hand is around his throat, and Hux gives a startled little gag. His cock jerks between his legs as he feels his limbs go pliant. Kylo pins him against the mattress, and beneath his onslaught, Hux’s mind swims in sudden, merciful quiet.