The doors to the refresher slide open, and Hux almost chokes at the sight of Kylo Ren, suddenly in his room, and inspecting the heel of one of Hux's boots.

"I see why you've left these on," Ren says, and even through the helmet his tone is mistakingly taunting.

"I see you're still barging in where you're not welcome," Hux snaps, recovering. He strides forward to grab back the boot, but it's yanked from his reach. Kylo Ren is holding it above his head, and Hux will not give him the pleasure of jumping for it. He settles for glowering.

"I never realized how short you really are. What else are you hiding?"

Hux feels his face grow warm. "Do you want something?"

Ren tosses the boot aside and reaches for his helmet. Hux hears the familiar hiss then Kylo Ren is staring him in the face with an expression that makes him want to blush even harder. "If I were here on business, I would have knocked."

"I'd like my boots back."

"You don't need them." Ren closes the gap between them and lays a hand atop Hux's head. "You're the right height on your knees."

Hux bats his infantilizing hand away. "You're a prick. I don't have time for this."

"You have time." Ren's hands are at his waist now, and Hux isn't sure if he should allow himself to be pulled closer. Show me what else you've been hiding."

Hux's face is burning again. He draws in a breath. "I rather prefer to give the orders."

"Not this time." Ren's grip tightens, fingers pressing through the heft of Hux's layered jacket. "Shall I make you show me?"

Hux shudders. Yes, make me, says the twitch of his dick in his pants, but the thought of actually saying it is mortifying. Ren's hands move to the clasps on his jacket and they fall open so fast Hux isn't sure he hadn't somehow used the Force to do it.

"Wait—"

"I want to see you." Ren yanks his jacket back, hard enough for Hux to feel a little like a rag doll. "I want to see what you're so ashamed of."

"Have you been poking around my head?" The look in Ren's eyes is too much; Hux has to look away. "

"I haven't had to. It's obvious." The jacket falls to the floor and Hux tries to catch Ren's hands as they head for his belt. Ren leans in close to his ear. "You're even nervous when I touch your cock. Afraid I'll realize how small it is?"

Hux cringes, wishing he could hide his face without losing what's left of his dignity. "E-excuse me for being average."

"'Average' is generous."

Hux's eyes start to sting. "As if you...if you have enough experience to—"

Ren shoves him away. "This is taking too long. Strip."

Hux's hands are shaking, but he finds himself dutifully gripping the bottom of his shirt. The cool air on his stomach feels foreign as he lifts it over his head, exposes himself. He's never liked undressing down to his skin. Never. He can't meet Ren's eyes when he says, "There."

"There isn't very much to you at all," Ren says. Amused, again. Hux is mortified and furious, pulling his shirt back on as fast as he can until something stops him. This time, he's sure it's the wretched Force. Ren's hand floats above his shoulder and Hux's shirt slides off his arms, falling to the floor. Then his belt snaps loose.

"Are your legs as scrawny as your arms?" Ren asks, and Hux draws in a breath as a hand pushes down his trousers and stops to toy with his embarrassingly hard cock.

"Don't worry," Ren says, so close his teeth graze Hux's ear. "I've always had an appreciation for miniatures."

"Fuck you."

"I'd have to undress for that, and I'm enjoying our current arrangement." Ren pulls off his gloves, then returns his touch to Hux's body; one hand on his stomach, one returning to between his legs. "Do you really hate it? To be seen like this? To be touched like this?"

The hand on Hux's stomach pinches and prods as the other makes him whimper.

"Stop," Hux says, but as Ren must know, he definitely doesn't mean it.

"You're weak," Ren says. The meaning floats ambiguously through Hux's head as Ren continues to stroke him. "You like being made to expose your pathetic form to me. You like how small your dick feels in my hand. You like that I could crush you like a doll."

Hux almost cries out. His legs are shaky, he's barely been touched, but he's close already... Suddenly, Ren draws back. Hux tries to grab at Ren's hands, but Ren catches both of his wrists in one hand and squeezes until it's painful.

"Tell me what you really want."

Hux's grits his teeth. "Don't...stop."

Ren's smirk burns him like a brand, but the touch returns. Hux's knees start to buckle, but Ren has him around the waist, holding him up while he strokes his cock with a grip that's almost too tight. Hux can hear himself panting; the position is mortifying, everything about this is mortifying, but he's going to come, just like this, with Ren drinking in his pathetic naked form...

Hux does cry out when his climax rips through his body, and again when Ren's hand keeps pumping. Hux gasps, willing himself to breathe again. He looks down to see his own hands gripping Ren's robes, the semen dripping from Ren's knuckles. His own scrawny legs.

For a moment, he'd forgotten he was naked.

Ren lets go of Hux then grabs Hux's shirt off the floor to wipe off his hands.

"You are a monster," Hux says, but it isn't that much of an insult.

Casually, Ren is donning his gloves again. He retrieves his helmet and replaces it on his head without another glance at Hux. "Goodbye, General," he says in his altered voice. "I hope to see you again soon. All of you."

For once, Hux can't think of a comeback.




(hey, nice prompt! hope you enjoy)