Kylo opens his eyes to blink at the institutional ceiling of a medbay. His body is a vague sensation of almost pain behind the drugs and he can feel something squeezing his hand tightly.
Hux is sitting next to him, raking a trembling hand through messy hair, his uniform bloody and half-stripped off. He doesn’t seem to notice that Kylo is awake but he’s talking to him anyway, mumbling pleas for him to live while glaring down at their joined hands as if it’s Kylo’s fault he can’t let go. ‘If you die, I’ll kill you…’ Hux trails off as he realises that Kylo is alert.
‘Hux.’ He barely croaks the name out before Hux is kissing him hard, the general tastes like ashes and sweat, and when he pulls back there’s blood on his lips. Kylo expects him to grimace and wipe it off but instead he licks at it absently, the action even more arousing for how unaware of it he seems to be.
His semi-delirious state makes the whole episode seem wonderful and Kylo grins widely in pleased triumph. Hux laughs too, sounding more than a little hysterical himself and smiles back, it’s faint but it’s the first time Kylo has ever seen him genuinely smile. The expression lights up his face, as if his mouth is made for smiling and Kylo reaches up to trace his lips in distracted glee. ‘You should smile more often.’
Hux just shakes his head in exasperation but the smile stays as Kylo’s hand drops away. ‘Are you still in love with me?’
‘Always, forever.’ Maybe he shouldn’t have said it so bluntly but in his drug-induced haze it seems right.
Hux flushes at the admission and as Kylo starts to wonder what’s happening, Hux blurts his next words out. ‘Do you want to come to my quarters for drinks? Just drinks.’ He clarifies hastily.
‘You’re asking me on a date?’ Kylo asks, thrilled.
‘I’m not sure if I’d call it that.’ Hux protests, eyes narrowing.
‘Yes, Hux. I’d like to have a date with you.’ He pulls the general back down for another slow, lingering kiss.
Fill 2/2: Kylo/Hux - Trigger Warning: Past Non-Con
Kylo opens his eyes to blink at the institutional ceiling of a medbay. His body is a vague sensation of almost pain behind the drugs and he can feel something squeezing his hand tightly.
Hux is sitting next to him, raking a trembling hand through messy hair, his uniform bloody and half-stripped off. He doesn’t seem to notice that Kylo is awake but he’s talking to him anyway, mumbling pleas for him to live while glaring down at their joined hands as if it’s Kylo’s fault he can’t let go. ‘If you die, I’ll kill you…’ Hux trails off as he realises that Kylo is alert.
‘Hux.’ He barely croaks the name out before Hux is kissing him hard, the general tastes like ashes and sweat, and when he pulls back there’s blood on his lips. Kylo expects him to grimace and wipe it off but instead he licks at it absently, the action even more arousing for how unaware of it he seems to be.
His semi-delirious state makes the whole episode seem wonderful and Kylo grins widely in pleased triumph. Hux laughs too, sounding more than a little hysterical himself and smiles back, it’s faint but it’s the first time Kylo has ever seen him genuinely smile. The expression lights up his face, as if his mouth is made for smiling and Kylo reaches up to trace his lips in distracted glee. ‘You should smile more often.’
Hux just shakes his head in exasperation but the smile stays as Kylo’s hand drops away. ‘Are you still in love with me?’
‘Always, forever.’ Maybe he shouldn’t have said it so bluntly but in his drug-induced haze it seems right.
Hux flushes at the admission and as Kylo starts to wonder what’s happening, Hux blurts his next words out. ‘Do you want to come to my quarters for drinks? Just drinks.’ He clarifies hastily.
‘You’re asking me on a date?’ Kylo asks, thrilled.
‘I’m not sure if I’d call it that.’ Hux protests, eyes narrowing.
‘Yes, Hux. I’d like to have a date with you.’ He pulls the general back down for another slow, lingering kiss.