“So you could suck my dick every time I snap my fingers and still satisfy the conditions of your, what are they exactly, religious beliefs?” Hux takes hold of Ren's hair with one hand, prods roughly at his parted lips with the other, the tip of his thumb catching between Ren's teeth. “I didn't realize you Knights of Ren had that sort of freedom.”
“I do as I please, General.” Ren sucks at the leather-gloved thumb in his mouth, reaching down to palm his cock, unable to choke back a grunt of pleasure as Hux's fingers slide against his scalp. It's almost painful, the hard press and scrape, Hux holding him in place preparatory to fucking his mouth. Ren loves the anticipation; his knees on the hard floor, the cool stiff fabric of Hux's pressed uniform brushing his naked chest; the acrid musk smell of Hux's arousal, his cock starting to leak in his trousers.
“I love your mouth, Ren.” Hux cradles Ren's face with his palm, warm and smooth and smelling of leather. “Such a pretty face. You were made for this.” Ren knows he isn't pretty, but he also knows better than to argue with Hux's assessment of his looks while Ren's on his knees and about four seconds from sucking him off. He lets his mouth hang slackly open as Hux undoes the fly of his trousers and frees his thickening cock.
“That's nice, isn't it? I like seeing you like this. Naked, on your knees.” What Ren would never admit is that he enjoys this as much as Hux does; kneeling in front of him like a penitent, all his protective armor cast aside. The freedom of being bared to Hux's gaze, awaiting his judgment.
“You're so beautiful.” Hux takes Ren's face in both gloved hands, thumbs holding his mouth open at the corners, and the look on his face is one of transparent fondness and gratitude as the head of his cock slips between Ren's stretched lips. Ren doesn't gag; he never gags when he takes Hux's cock. It's a small neat thing, narrow and smooth and perfectly fitted to his throat. Ren can feel Hux's pride and pleasure, can slip into Hux's head and look down at his own flushed face, and it really is almost pretty like this. Soft and rapturous, with his eyes closed and his mouth open and the blood high and hot in his cheeks.
Re: Kylo/Hux- Song fic FILL part 2
“I do as I please, General.” Ren sucks at the leather-gloved thumb in his mouth, reaching down to palm his cock, unable to choke back a grunt of pleasure as Hux's fingers slide against his scalp. It's almost painful, the hard press and scrape, Hux holding him in place preparatory to fucking his mouth. Ren loves the anticipation; his knees on the hard floor, the cool stiff fabric of Hux's pressed uniform brushing his naked chest; the acrid musk smell of Hux's arousal, his cock starting to leak in his trousers.
“I love your mouth, Ren.” Hux cradles Ren's face with his palm, warm and smooth and smelling of leather. “Such a pretty face. You were made for this.” Ren knows he isn't pretty, but he also knows better than to argue with Hux's assessment of his looks while Ren's on his knees and about four seconds from sucking him off. He lets his mouth hang slackly open as Hux undoes the fly of his trousers and frees his thickening cock.
“That's nice, isn't it? I like seeing you like this. Naked, on your knees.” What Ren would never admit is that he enjoys this as much as Hux does; kneeling in front of him like a penitent, all his protective armor cast aside. The freedom of being bared to Hux's gaze, awaiting his judgment.
“You're so beautiful.” Hux takes Ren's face in both gloved hands, thumbs holding his mouth open at the corners, and the look on his face is one of transparent fondness and gratitude as the head of his cock slips between Ren's stretched lips. Ren doesn't gag; he never gags when he takes Hux's cock. It's a small neat thing, narrow and smooth and perfectly fitted to his throat. Ren can feel Hux's pride and pleasure, can slip into Hux's head and look down at his own flushed face, and it really is almost pretty like this. Soft and rapturous, with his eyes closed and his mouth open and the blood high and hot in his cheeks.