Hux knows it's weird, and it's sick, and it's the reason why he's kept his private thoughts to himself, thank you. But Kylo asked, and wheedled, and prodded, so he tells him with as much dignity as he can muster, which admittedly is not much. 'Yes, I fantasize about producing milk, yes, I'm aware it's not possible, and no, I have no idea where it came from - but here we are.'

Kylo wants to say 'What the fuck, dude?' But instead, a traitorous part of his mind answers for him: 'So what you're saying is, we talk about it, roleplay it, whatever - and the fucking is hotter.'

Hux blinks. He hadn't expected this. 'Yes.'


(You don't have to stick to this if you don't want to. Think of this as inspiration!)