tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #1

A/N: I’ve been so blown away by the response to this fic! Your comments mean so much to me and have really kept me motivated. Thank you guys so much for sticking with this fic so far even though it’s, erm. Perhaps a little longer than I initially intended.

Don’t worry: we’ll be getting to the actual content of the prompt very soon.

Kylo can pinpoint the exact moment that Poe becomes aware of it; the phantom fingers trailing slowly up his thighs, towards the curve of his ass. Can see the way Poe’s whole body stiffens, grows rigid at the sudden realization of what Kylo intends to do.

“Ben,” says Poe raggedly, as though the word has been torn from his throat. He jerks his hips away from the touch but there’s nowhere for him to go. He squirms in his restraints, breath quickening as his eyes grow wide with wordless panic. “Ben, don’t –!”

The rest of his words are cut off when Kylo Ren thrusts his other hand forward, cutting off Poe’s breathing with ruthlessly speed.

Poe’s head snaps back as though there’s an invisible hand around his neck, his mouth fallen open in a perfect ‘o’ as he tries to breathe air that won’t come. A ragged choking sound escapes his throat and his eyes are wider than before, practically bugging out of his head as he stares back with actual fear in his eyes.

“Don’t,” Kylo whispers, his voice low and dangerous. He narrows his eyes; Poe’s hands spasm fruitlessly in their manacles, as though frantic to reach up and claw at the unseen hand. “Call me.” Poe’s face is turning red, the muscles in his neck straining and his eyes watering, pleading wordlessly with him as he struggles to breathe. “That name.”

He releases his hold on Poe’s throat all at once, quietly reveling in how desperate Poe looks as he takes his first breath. How relieved he looks as he sags against his restraints, frantically taking one gulping breath after the other.

Kylo tilts his head as he stares openly at him, patiently taking in the sight of the object of his adolescent affections shaking visibly as he attempts to regulate his breathing.

“Do you know how the Jedi are able to induce pain in their victims?” Kylo Ren asks conversationally, his voice even and indifferent as though nothing just happened. As though his heart isn’t pounding in his ears, as though he can’t feel the burn of a flush as it crawls up the back of his neck. He feels stifled so unhooks his cloak from where it’s still draped around his neck, tosses it indolently on the floor before turning back to Poe. “Without leaving any physical marks, I mean.”

He can sense Poe regrouping, gearing up to reply with something smart – so Kylo cuts him off with a wave of his hand before he has the chance. Poe makes a muffled sound of anger and glares back at him weakly, brows furrowed and dark eyes flashing.

Kylo moves around to the side of the interrogation chair before slowly lowering himself down beside it, close enough to whisper in Poe’s ear. Poe doesn’t turn his head in response, just keeps looking pointedly straight ahead.

“It’s all in your head,” Kylo explains in a voice that’s barely more than a whisper, excruciatingly aware of the bead of sweat that’s running down the side of Poe’s neck. He’s close enough that he could reach up and stroke Poe’s hair if he wanted to, could ghost his fingers over the other man’s pulse. “All of it. It’s about the mind, and how the mind processes pain. It’s not necessary to physically hurt someone when you can make them feel as though they’re being hurt instead.”

He does reach out to Poe now, running his fingers through the other man’s bedraggled curls in a vaguely comforting gesture. He deliberately ignores the way Poe flinches away from his touch, leans in close to brush his lips against the shell of Poe’s ear.

“Pain isn’t the only thing I can make you feel,” Kylo Ren whispers in his ear, dragging the words out as a hint of a smile curls at the corner of his lips.

Then he closes his eyes, takes a moment to centre himself – and mentally reaches out to the part of Poe’s brain that controls pleasure.

The effect is instantaneous.

It’s as though the moan has been physically ripped out of Poe’s throat, the sound of it loud and obscene in the stillness of the room. Kylo watches hungrily as Poe throws back his head and writhes, mouth open and gasping as Kylo caresses his mind over and over again.

“Ah!” Poe cries, and it comes out in a strangled half-sob that makes Kylo’s toes curl inside his boots. He looks frenzied, he looks wild, thrashing mindlessly against his restraints and squeezing his eyes shut as sensation washes over him. The muscles in Poe’s neck are straining the same way they were when he was choking, when he was screaming in pain, and it’s just about the most erotic thing Kylo Ren has ever experienced.

He continues the mental onslaught, bites his lip as he drinks in the sight – and then very slowly and purposely brushes the invisible fingers over Poe’s entrance again. Poe’s hips spasm wildly at the touch and he slumps forward in his restraints, shuddering all over.

“Please,” Poe pants, thrashing his head and gasping hard as he feels phantom fingers press against his hole. As the waves of pleasure continue unabated, merciless and unforgiving. He opens his eyes, turns his head to look at Kylo with obvious effort. There’s an imploring expression on his face, shame and desire and utter desperation combining in a rictus of uncontrollable ecstasy. “Please.”

This is more effective than the torture ever was, Kylo reflects with heated fascination, fighting the urge to reach down and take himself in hand through his robes.

Kylo gets to his feet so that he can see better, careful never to falter as he stokes Poe’s mind.

He looks wrecked; he looks close.

“Don’t come until I tell you to,” Kylo Ren tells him calmly, casually – as though it’s of no consequence to him whatsoever. Poe lets out a strangled scream of pure frustration as his whole body spasms against the restraints again, arching mindlessly as the invisible fingers begin to push inside.

Continuously running his mind over the pleasure centre in Poe’s brain is easy, but slowly stretching him open takes a little more concentration. Kylo Ren lets his eyes drift closed, reaches out with his mind until he feels completely at one with Poe Dameron’s body. Until he knows exactly how to open him up, to make that resistance give way.

It’s a slow process, an increasing fullness that makes Poe groan as he writhes, makes him bite his lip to stop from crying out again as sweat pours freely down his face. Kylo lets it build up, takes his time. Can practically feel the shape and the tightness of Poe’s body around him as he’s stretched open. Poe takes it, of course – has no other choice except to ride it out, rung-out and gasping as soon as Kylo begins fucking him. Shallow at first and then harder, invisible thrusts that reach deep inside and claim him in a way Kylo knows he’s never been claimed. That drag over that sensitive spot inside him in tandem with the waves of inescapable pleasure reverberating inside his head.

And Poe might be a Resistance fighter, might be golden and good and stubborn and strong – but he’s still human, still achingly human, and he can’t hold out forever. He sobs against the assault, head thrown back and his thighs spread as wide as he can to accommodate the invisible fullness inside him, fucking him, his hips jerking and spasming with every thrust.

His face is screwed up with pleasure so intense it must hurt, lips parted and writhing uncontrollably against his restraints. He looks beyond overwhelmed, as though he might shake apart at any moment.

He looks beautiful, Kylo thinks, utterly enthralled at the sight of him. His breath catches in his throat as he takes it all in, his hands itching with the need to reach out and touch.

He looks like mine.

THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE WANTED SINCE I SAW THE MOVIE

OH MY GOD

YES YES YES

YOU ARE DOING THE DARK LORD'S WORK HERE

HNNNNNGGGGGGGG

HNHNHNNNGNGNNGNGGGGG. Hello new kink, nice to finally meet you. Guhhhh. This is quite possibly the hottest thing I've ever read.

this whole fic is so effing perfect oh my god, i just caNNOT WITH IT

the characterizations, the dialogue, and the actual thing itself is just - my GOD. how cruel, to make someone enjoy their own degradation, it's just perfect and i'm amazed

!!!!!! OH BOY THIS IS GETTING GOOD (though, to be fair it has also been good the entire way through. thank you for your excellent evocative writing skills a!a!!)

Not only is this crazy hot, but the characterizations feel PERFECT. I would read a million words of this.

He wants to feel the heat of Poe’s sweat-slick skin against his own, wants to know what Poe’s shudders feel like beneath his hands. It’s as though he’s wound too tight, as though he might fall to pieces if he doesn’t get his hands on Poe right this second. Kylo needs to touch him with the kind of urgency that makes his breath quicken, can’t wait any longer because all of this – making Poe squirm and scream and beg without laying a hand on him – none of it is enough anymore.

Kylo steps right into Poe’s space, reaches out towards him with unsteady hands as Poe continues to squirm and thrash against his restraints. He begins to slowly unbutton Poe’s shirt, unable to stop his own hands from shaking.

“Tell me what it feels like,” Kylo commands in a voice that comes out more croaky than he intends it to, his breath snagging in his throat as he starts to reveal more and more of Poe’s chest. He drags his eyes back up to linger on Poe’s face as it twists and strains in ecstasy, dragging his thumb furtively over a strip of Poe’s exposed skin and shuddering at the heat of him, at how very real he feels.

Kylo never lets up, just keeps fucking deep into him with his mind, keeps ruthlessly caressing that spot in Poe’s brain as he struggles to find words.

“G-good,” Poe manages to choke out after a long pause, the word followed immediately by a mindless cry of pleasure as Kylo viciously spikes the intensity. He sobs, throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to speak. “It’s too much, please, I can’t –!”

The words turn into a desperate-sounding whine as Poe arches into the sensation, his hips twitching with the sensation of being fucked. Kylo’s mind stutters as he feels Poe clenching hard around the invisible thickness inside of him, the shape that’s practically big enough to be Kylo’s own cock.

His hands are shaking badly now, his fingers feeling thick and clumsy as he tries to undo the last of the buttons.

“Tell me whether anyone else has ever made you feel like this before,” Kylo demands, his throat dry and his head spinning. He finishes undoing the last button, tugs at the cream-coloured shirt with shaking hands until it’s hanging loose beneath Poe’s jacket. He can see Poe’s chest and stomach, now; well-defined and flat and dusted in fine dark hair that trails down enticingly before disappearing into his pants.

“No one,” Poe babbles, bucking his hips and shaking his head frenetically. “No one, no one – please!” The last word turns into a strangled scream as he thrashes against the restraints, and Kylo can see actual wetness gathering in the corners of his eyes.

He keeps his eyes fixed on Poe’s rapturous face as he slowly unbuckles the thick black belt, as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. His fingers barely brush Poe’s tented erection but the other man whines at the contact anyways, mindlessly rocks his hips forward in an attempt to find some relief.

He cups the side of Poe’s face with one hand, firmly guiding him so that their faces are only inches apart. Poe’s eyes are still squeezed shut against the assault, his mouth trembling as he rides out wave after wave.

“Look at me,” Kylo instructs him softly, so close that he can feel the other man’s breath hot on his lips. Poe’s breathing hitches but he doesn’t open his eyes, barely seems to understand what Kylo is asking him to do. Kylo feels his mouth tighten. “Look at me,” he says again, and this time his words seem to get through.

Poe opens his eyes and Kylo ruthlessly holds his gaze, drinking in the mindless desperation he sees there – the all-consuming need for release. It takes almost no work to dredge the willingness, the obedience to the forefront of Poe’s mind. As easy as stoking a fire that’s already roaring, and the smug gratification Kylo feels in response is so heady it’s almost overwhelming.

He wants this, Kylo thinks with wild intensity, his head reeling as he runs his eyes over the sweet curves of Poe’s face. So very familiar and so long-awaited, a fantasy brought to life of his own doing. He wants this, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

He takes a deep breath.

“You are not going to fight me,” Kylo tells him, part reminder and part actual command, and Poe shakes his head roughly in response before all of the words are even out of his mouth. His lips are pressed together and his eyes are pleading and right now Kylo wants him like he has never wanted anything before now. He swallows, can’t quite bring himself to continue for a moment before finally forcing the words out. “You are going to ride me,” Kylo commands, struggling to keep the tremor from his voice, infusing the words with as much power as he can manage.

Then he reaches out with his mind, concentrates hard – and yanks away every trace of the onslaught of pleasure he’s been using to Poe Dameron on the very edge. Wrenches it all away so that there’s nothing but a gaping emptiness left, an utter lack of sensation after being filled past the breaking point for so long.

He can feel the way Poe’s mind and body reel from the sudden loss, can sense the aching pit of nothing where there had been an endless tide of pleasure only moments before. Poe lets out an animalistic wail, his hips spasming uncontrollably in what must feel like agonizing emptiness after being full for so long, and then –

Poe’s restraints release with a loud metallic clang, his wrists and ankles abruptly unbound for the first time in hours. Kylo watches as Poe sucks in a breath, as he glances briefly down at his own unchained body.

And then Poe is scrambling out of the chair and into Kylo’s arms, is grasping handfuls of Kylo’s clothes and tearing at them with a look of frenzied desperation in his eyes.

It’s unbelievable, intoxicating, and Kylo can’t hold back the urge to take Poe’s face in his hands, to lean down and claim his mouth with a kiss that’s full of teeth and tongue. It’s unbelievably how very small he is, how much Kylo needs to lean down in order to kiss him when he’s always been such a large presence in Kylo’s mind.

Poe doesn’t resist, tilts his head up and lets himself be kissed. Just keeps shrugging off his jacket and tugging ineffectively at Kylo’s robes, seemingly attempting to undress both of them at the same time.

There’s an anxiousness in Poe’s movement as he lets his shirt fall to the ground, a frenetic urgency that aches to be fulfilled. Poe makes small noises against Kylo’s mouth as they kiss, whining low and needy when Kylo briefly turns his attention to Poe’s neck. His hands scrabble at Kylo’s robes as though he can’t stand how empty he is, as though being fucked is the only thing he needs in the world.

I can take care of that, Kylo thinks smugly as Poe pulls away to hurriedly divest of his boots, his socks. Kylo takes the opportunity to languidly remove his belt, to discard his robes on the floor; to pull off his underclothes as Poe scrambles out of his pants, wants to smile from pure satisfaction because he has him, he has him, and this is finally going to happen.

Kylo Ren wears the mask and robes to be intimidating; knows his face and physique do nothing to inspire the fear he rightly deserves, the fear he’s earned. Pale skin and a slender frame, so wrong and so different from how he sees himself in his own head. He avoids being seen without them whenever possible, hates having his weaknesses on display for all to see.

There’s no point in feeling uncomfortable about it now, though, because Poe Dameron belongs to him. Has always belonged to him whether the other man realized it or not, and there’s no point in feeling exposed when all the power here is his to begin with.

He lets the last piece of his clothing fall to the floor and looks up in time to see Poe standing naked in front of him, practically vibrating with impatient need as he waits for Kylo to be ready. He’s burnished and compact and beautiful, so beautiful. The dark red of the blood on his temple stands out vividly like this but Kylo’s eyes skate over it, drinking the rest of him in. There’s a ragged scar that runs across the lower part of his abdomen, what looks like a long-healed burn that curls over his right shoulder. His chest and belly are dusted with dark hair that trails into dark curls, his cock hard and leaking and gorgeous where it juts out from between his legs.

Kylo is barely able to take the sight of him in before Poe is pushing back into his space. He allows himself be dragged to the ground, allows Poe to push with shaking hands until Kylo is half-lying down on top of his discarded cloak, propped up on his elbows as Poe moves to climb on top of him. It’s all strangely surreal; the sight of Poe straddling him with quivering legs, how warm and solid Poe’s thighs feel as they press against the bare skin of Kylo’s sides.

A thought occurs to him, distant but persistent: that Poe might be stretched, but he isn’t slick, and Kylo has no interest in hurting him right now.

He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can get the words out Poe is already pushing two of his own fingers into his mouth. Sliding them in and out as he straddles Kylo’s lap, getting them nice and wet, and Kylo lets out a small involuntary sound of want as he stares.

And then Poe slides the fingers out of his mouth with a quiet pop, reaches around – and sucks in a sharp breath as he pushes them easily inside.

The angle must be uncomfortable but Kylo is entranced, captivated by the sight of Poe fingering himself open right on top of him. Pushing the spit inside, getting himself as wet as he can, a thousand adolescent fantasies come to life right in front of him. An idea occurs to him and Kylo narrows his eyes, reaches out to Poe’s mind and dulls the sensation just enough to make it maddening. To make it feel as though the pleasure is always just out of reach.

Beads of sweat are starting to form on Poe’s brow as he fucks himself open, his brows furrowed and his face twisted in an expression of agitated desperation at the realization that there is no relief to be had this way. He bites his lip as he pushes his fingers deeper inside, his thighs trembling.

“You know that’s not what you need,” Kylo tells him, thrumming with dark satisfaction as he leans back on his forearms and watches intently as Poe fingers himself open above him. He knows that neither of them can wait much longer; his cock is so hard it hurts and he wants this, wants this more than he’s ever wanted anything. Wants to know what it feels like to fuck Poe Dameron. “No one else can make you feel the way I can.”

Poe shudders as he pulls his fingers out entirely, hesitates for the briefest of moments.

And then Poe’s positioning himself, lining himself up – and begins to slowly sink down onto Kylo Ren’s cock.

I COMMENTED TOO SOON THERE'S EVEN MORE

FUCK YES FUCK HIM ALREADY god OP i love the tension leading up to this

oh sweet lordy this is so good please please please keep it coming

(heh)

i think this fill is so next level

*chin hands* Go on...

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD my life was incomplete until I read this fill

Oh my god. How does this story keep getting hotter?

I'm waiting with bated breath for more, anon. This is so great.

This is just amazing

oh my holy stars this is amazing and i cannot get enough, it just keeps getting BETTER and i cannOT

A/N: One more to go after this. <3

He has to clench his teeth at the feeling of Poe taking him inside, at the tight heat of his body as it stretches around Kylo’s cock. It’s overwhelming, distracting – so much so that he has to remind himself to reach out, to caress the corners of Poe’s mind and reward him with a wave of drawn-out pleasure that grows and swells as he lowers himself down.

Poe’s mouth falls open and his head tilts back as the sensation builds, letting out a strangled groan as he slowly lowers himself down. It makes his eyes roll back in his head as soon as Kylo’s cock is fully seated inside him, letting out breathy little whimpers as his body twitches and spasms around the fullness inside him. Real this time, so very real, hard and hot as it fills him up, makes him owned. His curls are damp against his forehead, cheeks flushed and breathing hard.

It’s as though Poe was made to do this, as though he was never meant to do anything other than be fucked by him.His body is impossibly hot as it clenches around him, as he rocks himself gently back and forth and shudders at the sensations that wash over him as a result.

A wry smile quirks at the corner of Kylo’s mouth as Poe reaches up to wrap a shaking hand around his own cock, giving himself an experimental stroke before hissing sharply and jerking his hand away.

“That’s not going to help,” Kylo tells him breathily, and he loves this. Loves the sight of Poe Dameron squirming on his cock, too overwhelmed with how good it feels to move. He reaches up and runs his hands along Poe’s thighs, makes him gasp when he uses the leverage to thrust up shallowly into that perfect heat. “Not until I tell you to,” Kylo reminds him, licking his lips as his eyes linger on Poe’s face.

There’s a pause while the two of stay like that, locked together and bodies drawn tight with charged tension before Poe shudders, takes an unsteady breath.

And then the muscles in his legs are tightening and squeezing as he draws himself up, pushes himself up with his knees as he begins to move.

There isn’t enough slick but that just makes it better, makes it so he knows that Poe can feel every inch of him inside. The hot, rhythmic drag of Poe’s body is obscene as he raises himself up and devastating as he drives himself down, a vision of dishevelled loveliness as he fucks himself on Kylo’s cock.

It’s good, too good, and it’s all Kylo can do to let his head fall back against the floor and try not to moan. He focuses hard on reaching out with his mind, on flooding Poe’s body with a rush of mindless pleasure every time he takes Kylo’s cock all the way inside. Wants Poe to be more wrecked than he is, loves the way it makes him drag a hand over his face and tighten wildly around Kylo’s cock as he struggles to recover his rhythm.

It’s engulfing, maddening, the clench and tug and aching slide of Poe’s body as keeps riding him with mindless desperation, chasing after the impossible ecstasy that overcomes him every time he sinks down onto his cock. So perfect that Kylo can barely believe it’s really happening, and Poe is good at this; keeps up a steady pace, rolling his hips with unconscious skill even when it looks as though he’s about to shake apart.

It makes him look more like someone in one of the illicit holovids he used to watch when he was younger than a real person, and Kylo feels a rush of spiteful jealousy at the thought of exactly how Poe learned to be so good at this. He narrows his eyes, vindictively increasing the onslaught of pleasure until Poe’s hips stutter. Until Poe’s legs are quivering with effort and sweat runs down his brow, his eyes wide and unhinged-looking as he struggles to keep moving.

“No one else,” Kylo mutters under his breath, running his hands over Poe’s thighs. He clutches at Poe’s hips and uses the leverage to grind them together, to make Poe take him even deeper. Poe lets out a whimper but keeps moving, keeps fucking himself down onto Kylo’s cock.

Poe is breathing heavily above him, sweat dripping down his chest as he keeps moving up and down, up and down, the clenching drag of his body utterly maddening as he drives him closer and closer to the edge. Kylo can feel heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, can feel the pressure of his impending orgasm building inside of him, sparking in his fingers.

It’s too soon, not enough, and he can’t stand the thought of this being the last time. Wants to lock Poe up where no one else can touch him, his to own and take and fuck whenever he wants. The thought fills him with a rush of exhilaration, the idea so good he almost comes right then and there.

Poe’s movements are growing more erratic above him, dark curls plastered to his forehead. His rhythm is faltering, legs trembling hard as he stares down at Kylo with desperate, pleading eyes.

“Please,” Poe breathes, shuddering uncontrollably as he fucks himself down onto Kylo’s cock again, sweat dripping freely down the side of his face. He whimpers, grinding down and clenching up with all the energy he seems to have left. “Please!”

Kylo is close, so close, right on the edge and his whole body straining, and he groans as he drags Poe down hard onto his cock, thrusts up into the perfect heat of his body over and over. Poe lets out a choked sound, slumps forward and clutches at his chest with claw-like fingers as Kylo thrusts up into him and that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

“Come now,” Kylo orders him quickly, urgently, infusing the word with as much power as he can the instant before he goes over the edge.

As soon as the words are out of his mouth Poe sobs, bucking and spasming mindlessly around him as the meaning of the command jolts through him. He wraps a hand around his cock and it only takes one stroke before he’s gone, coming in spurts over his own stomach as he clenches hard on Kylo’s cock, head thrown back and mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he finally, finally is allowed his release.

It turns into an unintelligible wail when Kylo latches on to what he’s feeling and intensifies it, makes it more. As he fills Poe’s mind and body so full of all-consuming pleasure that there isn’t room for anything else, until all he can do is ride it out, squeezing tight around the fullness inside of him as he shudders, as he writhes.

As he lets it wash over him in endless, devastating waves.

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMNNN

kylo, you poor, deluded little thing

*bursts into flames* Hot damn, too good.

god...anon please please put this on AO3, it's just TOO GOOD

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