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The Command Shuttle looked like an ominous bird, Hux mused. He didn’t know if it was because of the design, or the way Ren piloted it, but it almost looked alive, and menacing even as it landed gracefully on the deck.
Standing with his feet slightly apart, his back straight, his chin up, Hux knew he looked like control personified. He’d made sure that not a hair could stray from under his cap before going to welcome his co-commander back.
He made himself stay very still as the door opened and Kylo Ren walked down, his powerful stance making each step look heavier than it should. He tried to focus on the knight, not wanting the distraction of seeing Matt in the swarm of staff getting out behind Ren. It didn’t take much to focus on Ren anyway- the man looked impossibly powerful, covered from head to toe in black, minus the bare hands.
Hux nodded a salute as the knight approached him. There were people around, after all. He needed to keep it civil for now.
“General.”
“Ren. I trust your mission has been a success?”
Ren, being the uneducated savage that he was, ignored his question.
“I can sense my gloves in your pocket.”
That’s because I succeeded in taking them off my dick, he thought. Ren’s impassive mask didn’t reveal if he was privy to his thoughts, and Hux was getting tired of this status quo. He needed Ren to give him something to work with. A clue. Was he going to get mocked or laid?
“I was wondering if you wanted them back”, he asked in a bored voice, trying for nonchalant while his poor heart started beating like crazy in his chest. The whole process had been way less stressful with Matt- but with Ren, it was high stakes and potentially high reward. He watched his reflection grow in Ren’s mask as the knight stepped closer to help himself to the General’s greatcoat pocket, the gesture weirdly intimate and his hands very light, pickpocket-like as he retrieved the gloves. Hux let Ren do this without moving a muscle, trying not let his eyes dart around to see if the crew was watching them. Ren didn’t step back to contemplate the abused gloves.
Hux didn’t have to look to know how inappropriate it was to expose that come-crusted garments in the middle of the hangar. He knew they looked wrecked, the traces of his passion plainly laid on the black leather. Ren made the cloth disappear somewhere in the foldings of his cape.
“I see you’ve been quite busy during my absence, General. Shall we debrief in your office?”
He nodded his ascent and stepped aside: “After you.”
It was a wonder how unaware of personal space Ren was, he thought as the knight brushed past him- he chased the smell of him, hurrying after the floating cape, belly knotted in anticipation and fear and lust. Whatever Ren had in mind, at least he was looking for a private setting. It was a good sign.
Hux barely spared Matt a thought. If Ren was willing to even let him jerk off on another piece of his clothing, Hux probably wouldn’t need more. He couldn’t even bring himself to deplore that development- a few weeks ago, he’d been all hate; then Matt had awaken something in him and now he was all hate and lust. And with each day that lust was growing, becoming increasingly focused on Ren. And worse-he couldn’t care less, as long as the knight allowed it. Hux would settle for very little attention. Hell, he’d only ever seen the guy’s hands and it had been enough for him to become absolutely obsessed.
They walked briskly and Hux barely registered that they were already in front of his office when Ren forced the door open with the Force to walk in. The unnecessary display of power made Hux’s heart skip a beat, and when Ren closed the door behind them the same way he definitely felt like it was going to become a kink of his.
He watched Ren’s tense back, the almost febrile hands going to his helmet, feeling for the latches and pulling it off in a soft depressurizing sound.
Time stopped.
Long, soft dark hair fell from the grip of the helmet, the same hair he’d seen once in Snoke’s throne room; he heard distantly the sound of the helmet falling on the floor- he froze, didn’t dare move, afraid to break the spell that compelled Ren to finally show his face.
He was slightly afraid that Ren would be so very old, so very monstrous. Couldn’t help but think about Vador’s burnt out face, about Snoke’s scarred cheeks, about the Emperor’s sagging skin, but blocked the thoughts as soon as they emerged- didn’t want Ren to pick up on them. Didn’t have time to dwell, really, because the helmet had barely touched the ground and already Ren was on him- in the blink of an eye, the knight had faced him and was pulling Hux to him with greedy hands on the back of his head to crush their lips together- Hux closed his eyes to savor the sensation, his heart on the verge of exploding in his chest as the fleeting image of Kylo Ren ingrained itself under his lids. Young, soft, a very red mouth, very big eyes. A long nose? He didn’t have time to watch properly, but he was certain that Ren had looked weirly handsome and familiar. Kylo Ren kinda looked like Matt, he reflected, then opened his mouth to kiss more deeply the man, his hands flying to the thick waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
He moaned. Kylo Ren kinda kissed like Matt, too.
“I missed this so much”, Ren breathed against him before attacking his mouth again, some teeth nipping at him possessively. And, well. Kylo Ren kinda sounded like Matt, too, without his vocoder. Wait. He had missed this? How could he miss something they’d never done? Suspicion downed on Hux, like cold water on his back, sobering enough for him to give him the strength to stop licking at his co-commander’s mouth and look.
There it was- Matt’s long nose, Matt’s soulful eyes somehow even more striking without the glasses, Matt’s pale skin and moles framed by dark hair, Matt’s plush mouth and Oh Stars, Ren had been Matt all along. Hux took a step back, his mind searching frantically for clues in his recent memories, trying to spot the signs of Ren’s deceit, his stomach clenching suddenly as the certitude that he’d been the butt of a cruel joke took root inside of him, the tentacles of doubt squeezing the breath out of him.
The knight seemed puzzled by Hux’s stopping their making out session. “What is it, Hux?”
The tenderness, the intimacy of the concern written plainly in the familiar face got to him, clearing a bit of the anxious fog. Ren lifted a hand to stroke his bicep, softly and with an ease born out of weeks of closeness. “You look pale. I know I said I missed this, but if you are unwell, you should rest. Do you want me to walk you to medbay?”
He shook his head. He needed to know if he’d been fooled, what had happened, but Ren seemed to genuinely don’t understand what Hux was going through. He searched his memories again. Matt’s first meeting. Their little game, Hux trying to find Matt’s identity- he couldn’t quite remember the exact words used. Had there been a misunderstanding there?
“Ren. It’s the first time I see your face. I didn’t know what you looked like, before.” Urging him to understand. Telling him without venturing to unveil his failure to recognize his co-commander when he had fucked his mouth for weeks on ends. Ren frowned.
“You’ve seen my face before, Hux, you came all over it not two weeks ago.” He tried not to grow hot at the memory of his come dripping down one perfect eyebrow.
“I saw Matt’s face- not yours.”
“Sure you saw me- plenty of times, with Snoke…”
“I didn’t get a proper look.”
“Oh. Is this that big of a change without the glasses and the wig? I didn’t mean to throw you off.”
Now Ren almost seemed self-conscious, the hand on his shoulder retreating, his posture suddenly hesitant. He passed a nervous hand through his long, dark curls. “Do you only go for blondes, or…”
Hux sighed. Apparently the mistake had been his entirely; Ren didn’t seem aware that there even was a misunderstanding to begin with.
And after all, he was fine with Ren being Matt all along-it was only fair, seeing as he had fantasized about Ren during most of their encounters. Also, he hadn’t been looking forward to dispatch Matt to make sure he wouldn’t go babbling about their affair.
But mostly, Hux really was relieved that there was going to be some fucking with Kylo Ren in his future.
Hux must have taken too long to answer and Ren took another step back. The knight’s face was extremely expressive, not unlike his body language. Hux could see him clenching a fist, could see the eyes directed to the floor, dejected. That was ridiculous. They were co-commanders of the Finalizer, one of the biggest ships in the Galaxy, both grown men, and Ren though than Hux could be so shallow as to reject him because of a missing wig.
Preposterous.
“I can’t care less what your hair looks like as long as I can grip it when you suck me off.” he licked his lips, added: “You give the best head I’ve ever had.”
A lopsided smile bloomed on Ren’s face, making his cheek crease lightly and he stepped closer again. Hux could feel his warmth engulf him as two big arms pulled him against the knight; gentle lips brushed softly against his.
“Practice makes perfect, yes?” God, the man was so tempting, and Hux’s hands immediately went to that gorgeous, shiny hair to pull the knight down as an answer. Ren’s smile was stupidly gorgeous and self-satisfied as he knelt before him.
The sight hit him differently than the last times Ren had been in that position. The body was the same, but knowing it really was Ren gave him chills of anticipation. The battle armor and cape were reminders of the knight’s powers, making it all the more alluring when Ren playfully bit one thigh through his jodhpurs, leaving a dark spot of saliva on the fabric.
He followed each move of the big hands opening his trousers and pushing them along with his underwear down his legs- he should have recognized Ren’s hands, he thought, as one of them started to stroke his still soft cock gently, once, twice, just enough to make a shaky breath escape him. The office was cold, but the contrast with Ren’s warm skin wasn’t unpleasant. He should have recognized Ren’s impatient temper, too, he berated himself mentally when Ren didn’t wait for his erection to grow before taking his member into the wetness of his mouth.
He could feel Ren’s tongue playing against him, alighting his every nerve- got almost dizzy as his blood rushed to his cock, as it suddenly fattened, filling that mouth, stretching Ren’s lips wider and wider as they glided along his length. It was absolutely beautiful, watching his cock awakening inside Ren’s mouth, watching as the knight slowly came to struggle to swallow him to the hilt now that Hux was getting erect.
The knight was running his mouth along, taking as much in as he could, then slowly withdrew, his cheek hollowed; sliding his tongue against his frenulum, bobbing his lips around the head of Hux’s cock, licking at the slit; and then he was back to slowly swallowing him whole again. The pace was agonizing; Ren clearly loved every second of it.
“You are so good at this”, Hux breathed in wonder.
Ren briefly stopped his ministrations to smile up at him. “Can I finger you?”
Hux felt his mind short-circuit for a second. Managed to answer. “Yes, please”.
Ren put two of his fingers to his mouth, coating them with saliva as his other massive hand pushed Hux’s legs more apart, in as wide a standing stance as the jodhpurs pooled around his ankles would allow. His cock twitched as Ren went back to sucking gently on his glans, one finger gently massaging his entrance, not quite pushing in yet. Hux let out a moan as the sensations washed over him- the hot, wet lips teasing the tip of his cock, the caress and light pressure on his perineum as Ren’s fingers circled his hole.
And Ren took his time, letting the arousal build, letting Hux’s breath become harsher; Hux himself couldn’t stop watching, hypnotized by the vision of his glans disappearing again and again between the red, spit-slick lips, by the tongue catching every drop of precome he leaked, getting dazed by arousal. The knight was just sucking at the tip of his cock, tantalizing, and Hux had to refrain from fucking his head in earnest. He let the man lead, take his time even as the urge to buck his hips was driving Hux mad.
Then Ren looked up at him, as if sensing his desperation, and slowly engulfed Hux’s cock to the hilt, inch by inch, keeping eye contact all the while. Hux’s vision blanked and he shouted as he felt his cock hit the back of Ren’s throat, his knees almost giving out. Ren looked smugly up at him, moved his hand- and Hux realized that the knight had pushed a finger inside him, taking advantage of Hux’s pleasure as he was deep-throated, making the intrusion painless. Ren stirred tentatively his finger as he kept his mouth moving along Hux’s length. It was a strangely arousing sensation and Hux tightened his grip on the dark hair, closing his eyes to focus on the experience.
It didn’t take long for Ren to brush against his prostate- Hux had expected him to find it but it still took a moan out of him. He was completely overpowered by pleasure as Ren kept a steady rhythm, his finger now putting pressure on that spot at every passage; Hux panted, struggling to keep himself upright, anchored only by his hands on Ren’s hair as shivers of pleasure made his muscles tick and his cock spasm against the roof of Ren’s mouth.
He was falling apart under Ren’s ministrations, unraveling, already getting sweaty, his face red and his body not his anymore, his hips snapping as he tried to fuck the delicate throat offered, as he tried to take more of that finger.
“More”, he breathed, needy and lost as he chased his orgasm, not quite able to get there yet. “Ren, Stars, more, more, more…” The knight hummed his ascent- the sound reverberating along his cock, making him moan wantonly. Then a second finger pressed along the one fucking him, sliding in a bit more roughly- the only thing indicating that Ren might be getting impatient, too. Hux took that second finger with a relieved, keen sound, sparing a pitying thought for the man on his knees, still fully clothed and untouched.
“If you like getting your hair pulled so much, I could still do it while you fuck me, you know.”
Taking his mouth off Hux’s dick, Ren bit gently the inside of his thigh. Goosebumps rose on the exposed skin.
“Right there, in your office?”
“Yes, yes, against the door, on the desk, I don’t care.”
The fingers slowed as Ren started to stretch him in a scissoring motion.
“Without lube?”
He tried to add a third finger to illustrate his point. It was too dry. Hux winced. He received a light, apologetic kiss on his hip as Ren withdraw the third finger.
Hux really wanted to get fucked. Ren’s mouth was amazing, but something in him craved more, after his time alone. He wanted to be filled and stretched good and to feel it the day after. He wanted the man to mark him, to leave him with bruises on his hips, possibly on his wrists.
He cradled Ren’s cheek with one hand, his thumb catching on the lower lip- so red, so well-used.
“I want to fuck your face until I come, and then I want you to fuck me- just use my semen as lube.”
Ren groaned. “The things they teach you at the academy.”
“It sure isn’t Jedi school.”
“I’m not that uneducated- I didn’t see you complain about my technique.”
Hux chuckled, reminded of how much Ren had loved sucking him off before. “Hurry up and finish me off.”
He had barely finished the sentence that the man was on him, stretched mouth around his cock and his fingers pressing directly against his prostate, sending jolts along his spine. Hux caressed his jaw, inviting him to relax, and without any other warning buried himself as deep as he could in his mouth. Then dragged his hips back and snapped again against the offered face. He hoped that Ren could take it and gripped him forcefully by the back of his head, fucking him in earnest, none of his movements gentle, his pace punishing.
He gave it to him without a care for his mouth, without letting him time to breathe properly, using him as he would use a flesh toy. He knew that Ren had the strength to stop him if it became too much, but the man didn’t move, let himself be maneuvered, let Hux grip his head to meet his groin, moving him along his cock with too much speed.
Hux needed to come, needed the release; his palms were getting sweaty and he couldn’t get a proper grip, too hot with his greatcoat still on and the exertion taking its toll; he was hunching above Ren’s face as he pushed inside his throat again and again, and Ren was taking it so well, his eyes closed in concentration as his fingers expertly massaged inside of Hux’s ass. The sensations were almost too much, layers of pleasure too thick to handle for long.
“I’m close”, he warned and took his cock out of that mouth to get his hand on himself.
“Come for me.” Ren’s eyes were hungry on him as Hux jerked off, fixed on his red, swollen cock, shiny with spit. Hux gripped Ren by his hair to pull him up for a kiss- Ren’s finger sliding out of him easily, his wet mouth ready to devour his. The kiss muffled his cries as he came in his hand, long and messy- trying to catch as much of his seed as he could to use as lubricant.
Hux broke the kiss to catch his breath, panting lightly against Ren’s mouth, his legs unsteady. His orgasm had shaken him to his core- and there was still more to come.
“On your desk”, Ren ordered, and Hux went without protest, too tired and dazed to do anything but obey him, his jodhpurs around his knees making him take small steps, his palm full of come. He was more than happy to be able to sit down. Ren watched him sit on his desk and got to his knees- taking off Hux’s boots, pants, underwear.
Pressed his lips on the sole of his feet before getting up to kiss him- unhurried, deep, giving him tongue- his big hands on his neck and the thumbs on his cheeks, cradling his face like he was something precious, then sliding against Hux’s body, touching him everywhere like he didn’t know how to stop, lazily opening Hux’s shirt, exposing his bare chest to the cold of the office, grazing his fingers along Hux’s ribs to make him shudder.
Hux was getting used to it, the kiss grounding him after his orgasm, letting him come back to earth softly. He’d never though Ren would be so gentle, so warm, so skilled. He let himself be gently kissed, grounded by the soft touches for a while. It was the first time they really took the time to just kiss, and Hux hadn’t done this for years. He had forgotten how nice it was and gave himself to the sensation. Ren pressed himself against him- and he was sporting quite the erection. Hux took pity on him.
“You can start prepping me.”
Ren didn’t stop kissing him, dipped three fingers in the semen pooled in the palm of Hux’s hand and reached blindly between them to finger him. Hux put one leg up around Ren’s hips to help him get a good angle and moaned as Ren breached him with two come-coated fingers.
Hux was spent after his orgasm, way too sensitive, but the sheer filthiness of being fingered with his own semen was enough to start arousing him again. He wasn’t there yet, but could already enjoy the slow pace, the delicious stretch, the tongue gently enticing his. He was impressed by Ren’s self control, part of him surprised that he had any- there would be no more destroying consoles on his ship now that Ren had shown that he was capable of restraint.
Hux hummed his approval against Ren’s mouth as a third finger slipped inside him, Ren’s thumb slowly massaging behind his balls to distract him from the additional stretch. He could feel how aroused Ren was in his every movement, feverish and trembling with the difficulty of pacing himself, of letting Hux some time to go from boneless to excited again; could feel the tell-tale sign of the too-tense hand on his thigh. Ren had a very thin grip on his control and started to rub himself against Hux as they kissed. The coarse battle pants were rough against the soft skin of his naked inner thigh and he found that he quite liked it, hoping it would leave red marks. Moaned at the idea of Ren marking him all over- and against him, Ren shuddered in response, reminding him that the knight was getting the longest foreplay session to ever take place aboard the Finalizer.
He didn’t need Ren to wait too long, lose control and break him in half in his haste to bend him over the desk. Hux quite valued his spine, he decided, and fumbled with his come-free hand to open up Ren’s combat trousers.
It took some time, Hux being a bit overwhelmed by the fingers inside him and the mouth devouring his, but Ren didn’t seem to mind, rutting against Hux’s hand, making it even more difficult. He finally managed to open the pants- the knight was blessedly going commando, Hux noted. That small detail was maddeningly tantalizing. He imagined Ren, during the First Order countless command meetings, hidden from his mask to the tip of his fingers, not showing any skin- with his dick unabashedly nested against the leather of his training pants. The idea made his own cock twitch in interest.
He was getting hard again, and less inclined to be fully prepped with each passing second. He wanted Ren to be a touch too large for him, wanted some of the discomfort coming with an ambitious fuck. Ready for more, he wrapped both hands around Ren’s erection, coating it with his come in few lazy strokes, squeezing it at the base. The noise escaping Ren’s mouth was positively obscene.
“You need it so badly”, he marveled as pre-come leaked to mix with his own spend. “You’d do anything to fuck me.”
Ren huffed a small laugh against his mouth, maybe surprised by the dirty talk. Nipped at his lip.
“I need to protect my gloves however I can.”
Hux slid a thumb against the tip of Ren’s shaft in retaliation, then directed him against his entrance. Ren obediently withdrew his fingers and let Hux maneuver him. Hux pulled them closer, legs wrapped around the knight’s massive figure, hands pulling at the clothed waist, eager to get Ren inside of him at last.
The pressure against his ass felt like a relief, delicious as he guided Ren inside- loving the control he had over the man who seemed happy to passively let Hux use him, loving the entranced look on Ren’s face who kept his eyes on their joined bodies as he slowly penetrated him, his massive hands gripping his thighs so hard it would leave bruises, but otherwise perfectly in control. Every inch of him burned as he slid inside, Hux’s come barely enough to lubricate the way.
It was perfect. Hux savored every second of it and exhaled in satisfaction when Ren pushed the last inch inside him. He was so stretched, so pleasantly full, he felt dizzy. He could almost stay like that, without moving, with Ren’s cock fully filling him, and slowly rock against the man to let his large girth rub against his prostate again and again and again until he came, maybe hours later.
“I think I’m in love with your cock”, he muttered.
Ren gave him a dark look, ravenous and promising dark, passionate things. It was the only warning he got before Ren snapped.
It was like a switch had been turned, now that they were finally fucking. In a swift movement, Ren pushed flat him on his back hard enough to making the desk creak, dragged his cock out and then slammed back his entire length inside him, hips smacking against his ass, drawing the breath out of Hux.
“I didn’t know you were able to love anything but yourself”, Ren mused as his hips snapped again, making Hux slide a bit on the desk.
“I’m a very complex ma- man”, Hux stuttered and then bit his lip to refrain from moaning as Ren rammed his cock into him, fucking the words out of him. He lifted one arm above his head to grip the edge of the desk, afraid Ren would make him slide off even as his powerful hands were so firmly handling his hips that he was lifting Hux off the desk a little. It was the most unrestrained fuck of his life, and it felt like Ren was getting rid of weeks of frustration.
He supposed it might have been difficult for Ren too, to make do with quick blowjobs in dusty cupboards and listening to Hux fantasize about him during every single meeting. And now the man was pounding into him, powerful and full of intent, angling his hips just right to hit Hux’s prostate every time.
It was almost too much, the intense pleasure and the pain- the stretch of his ass so full, the hard wood of his desk on his back, Ren’s fingers digging into him- and then Ren started to talk, drowning Hux in sensations and words both.
“Fuck, can’t believe how good you feel- I’m gonna make you limp for days, Hux, you’re gonna think about me every time you sit…”
Hux moaned in approval- he might regret it in the morning, but right now, with Ren’s deep, strained voice promising filth, punctuated by the crude smacking sounds of their flesh, he couldn’t care less. He wanted everything Ren would bestow upon him.
“...Always wanted to make a mess out of you, look at you, taking it in your own office, still wearing that fucking coat…”
Hux couldn’t think of an answer, couldn’t comprehend how Ren could still be able to talk when that fuck was rendering him speechless- he had to close his eyes every time Ren hit that spot inside of him, sending intense flashes of pleasure all over his body. Every thrust made Hux feel less and less coherent, moans escaping his mouth, and all he could do was take it, gripping the edge of the desk like his life depended on it as Ren kept ravishing him like a wild man.
It was sweaty and intense and it would end way too fast, and Hux couldn’t bring himself to care or to do anything to slow things down, too caught up in the moment.
Hux tried to get his legs around Ren’s back, wanting to drag him even deeper inside, always wanting more even at the fullest he’s ever felt. He couldn’t get enough of this, enough of Ren, not getting nearly as much contact as he needed in his fevered state. He needed to get closer.
Hux sat up and put his arms around Ren’s neck, plastering himself against the rough tunic, his hunger for the man so deep that he was yearning for them to melt together, to be one. Immediately, Ren wrapped his hands around him to support his back and Hux had to bit the junction between his neck and shoulder to stop himself from moaning at the sensation of them being so closely pressed together, so fully joined. He felt Ren’s cock twitch inside him; this position wouldn’t allow any wide movements, but Hux didn’t mind, craved the intimacy of being held so tightly and so firmly that even his mind couldn’t go anywhere.
Ren rocked his hips slightly, shallowly fucking up inside Hux, taking advantage of the sudden change of rhythm to catch his breath.
“So needy”, he murmured, lips against Hux’s hair- probably messing it all up. His muscular arms were pressing Hux hard, so very hard against him, possessive and strong- not quite an embrace, not quite crushing him- and Hux licked his sweaty neck in approval, groaning in pleasure, digging his heels in the small of Ren’s back to keep him even closer.
He could feel his own cock leaking precome, trapped between them, probably leaving stains against Ren’s tunic. Everything was a daze, endorphins making an eternity out of moments and Hux lifted his head to Ren’s, out of breath but still begging to be kissed. It was way too tender, Ren’s mouth on his, their limbs intertwined as they slowly fucked, consuming and making his whole body feel sore like a bruise being thumbed at; almost painful as every sensation was becoming sharper, as pleasure grew and emotions simmered close the surface, making him fear they’ll overflow.
“I feel it too”, Ren murmured against his lips. “I feel I too”, he repeated like a mantra as he fucked deep inside Hux, their limbs trembling, sweat on their brows. They were so tightly joined that very little movement they made was bringing them closer to completion, making their breaths catch and alighting their every nerve in unison, making them pant against each other’s mouth.
Hux could feel his own orgasm build but couldn’t stop rutting against Ren, meeting every thrust with an undulation of his hips, reveling in every sound falling from those plump lips and angling his body to make it even better for Ren, his cock hardening impossibly between them as the knight’s grip on him got bruising.
He caught Ren’s eyes and breathed: “Make me come”.
The look Ren gave him was almost pained it was so intense. Ren’s massive hands went on his ass and he lifted him. Hux had never met a man strong enough to do that, didn’t think it was possible; tightened his grip on Ren as the man fucked into him, pulling him up him and making him slide back along his cock again, and again, and Hux’s head fell back as every thrust pulled loud, wanton cries out of him- the same name falling from his lips- Ren, Ren, REN, REN-
-And he was coming, untouched, oblivious to the world and to the man still chasing his pleasure inside him, his mind barely registering it when Ren joined him in spams of ecstasy only seconds later, his panting breaths the only sound in his ringing ears.
He slowly came back to it as Ren sat him back on the desk, his cock still buried inside him- and Stars, Hux would want to stay like that forever- except-
Except he already wanted more, wanted to see Ren and feel all of Ren, wanted to know him inside and out, wanted to mark him and make him his .
“Next time, we do it naked”, he panted, and he felt more than heard the huff of laughter escaping Ren’s mouth. “And in a bed”, he added for good measure.
Ren put his sweaty forehead against his, kissed him lightly.
Hux felt Ren’s cock twitch inside him.
“I don’t know”, Ren started, and Hux gave him a dark look- he was not going back to their supply closet days. “It’s just- I can strip, but I can’t do much about a bed right now”, the night murmured against his lips, before thrusting his hips, driving his leaking come back inside Hux’s ass.
Stars. No refractory period?
“Fine- but you owe me”, Hux groaned as his fingers flied to detach Ren’s cape.
The man was going to be the death of him.
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EPILOGUE
There were strange rumors aboard the Finalizer, and Mitaka didn’t like it.
People said that Kylo Ren was getting dressed up as a radar technician. Curious things had happened around Matt, the man they suspected to be Kylo Ren, that much was true.
People tended to die, their airways suddenly blocked, every time they disagreed with the radar technician. Mitaka couldn’t deny that it did sound like something Kylo Ren would do- but he knew that the Force user wasn’t pulling undercover stunts. He was certain of it.
And yes, Matt was always ranting about Kylo Ren being ripped, having an eight-pack, shit like that. But maybe Matt was just very gay.
The point was- Mitaka was quite certain that the rumors were wrong. Because he had seen how much Kylo Ren and General Hux hated each other. He’d been front line for years to witness their hatred.
And. Well. He clearly wasn’t adverse to that Matt guy.
General Hux tended to appear way too often when Matt was around, specifically requesting the help of the technician and locking him in his office for hours. Once, Matt came out of the General’s office with his suit backwards, a bite mark on his jaw and an even stupider than usual look on his face.
Another time, as Mitaka was about to knock on the General’s door to submit a document for signature, he heard… Well. Let’s say that he had waited for Matt to leave that office two corridors away and he still got too good of an idea of General Hux’s lung capacity.
That radar technician had managed to get what everyone on the Finalizer had fantasized about at least once- everyone except Kylo Ren, Mitaka would bet his life on it.
“I’m putting a hundred credits on Matt not being Kylo Ren”, Mitaka confidently announced to the Trooper taking their bets in the cafeteria.
“It’s booked. I’ll get back to you when-”
They turned they heads towards the sizzling noise that had interrupted their conversation.
Rage on his face and a very unstable, distinctive red lightsaber in hand, Matt was destroying the coffee machine.
Mitaka sighed and reached for his wallet.
He was never gambling ever again.