Hux's legs have lost the fight, stretched wide to show Kylo her cunt. She struggles to force her arms across her breasts, slapping her palms across her nipples, but her wrists yank back of their own accord and her arms slam to her sides. Her fingers curl one by one into angry, useless fists.
Kylo reaches out, the bare skin of her left hand trailing across Hux's breasts. She brushes her fingertips across Hux's nipple, the pad of her thumb lingering to rub across the sensitive nub. "Here?"
Hux snarls and gnashes her teeth at Kylo.
"Do you like it when your lovers play with them?" The back of Kylo's gloved right hand caresses the side of Hux's breast. "I knew a girl who liked that. She would beg me for it." The caress is followed by a backhand slap.
Hux screws up her nose at the shock, bracing for more. It's a trick she learned at the Academy during corporal discipline. Her body would always respond to pain; she could learn to control the response.
"She had brown nipples," Kylo muses. "She didn't look much like you at all." She slides her gloved hand up Hux's body. "Her hair was always falling in her eyes." Hux feels her braids unravel, freeing themselves from the bun at the nape of her neck. "All I had to do was ask, and she'd let me touch her body for hours."
"'Ask'," Hux spits out. "Ha."
Kylo smiles, her wide, red mouth suddenly soft. "You'd like me to touch you, wouldn't you?" Her voice is a husky whisper that seems to vibrate through Hux's body, coiling around her ears even as the meaning of the words falls apart in her mind. "It would make you feel good. And you don't get to feel good very often, do you?"
One hand slides through Hux's loosening hair. The touch of the other, bare skin against skin, is the gentlest thing Hux has ever felt.
"There's no reason to resist me. I just want to give you what you like." Kylo's hair brushes against her collarbone. "Trust me."
Soft, moist lips close around Hux's nipple. Kylo's tongue flicks across the tip, laves the delicate tissue of the areola. She sucks at Hux in a gentle rhythm, and Hux can just hear the humming noises Kylo is making rumbling through her chest.
Hux lets fingers uncurl, lets her heart quiet down. Where her muscles were locked tight with tension, now they are limp and relaxed. She is boneless and too indolent to move, her whole being centered in the ebb and flow of pleasure over her heart. She is floating.
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Kylo lifts her head. "You like what I'm doing to you."
"I like it," Hux whispers, her voice small and high.
"See? I asked." Kylo's hand slides her her breast, and then clever fingers pinch down hard on her nipple. The pain clears away the fog and Hux is back where she started, fingers clutching at the sheets, lancets of pain and pleasure racing through her blood.
Fill: E is for Even If You Want Me To (fem!Kylo/fem!Hux), 2/3
Kylo reaches out, the bare skin of her left hand trailing across Hux's breasts. She brushes her fingertips across Hux's nipple, the pad of her thumb lingering to rub across the sensitive nub. "Here?"
Hux snarls and gnashes her teeth at Kylo.
"Do you like it when your lovers play with them?" The back of Kylo's gloved right hand caresses the side of Hux's breast. "I knew a girl who liked that. She would beg me for it." The caress is followed by a backhand slap.
Hux screws up her nose at the shock, bracing for more. It's a trick she learned at the Academy during corporal discipline. Her body would always respond to pain; she could learn to control the response.
"She had brown nipples," Kylo muses. "She didn't look much like you at all." She slides her gloved hand up Hux's body. "Her hair was always falling in her eyes." Hux feels her braids unravel, freeing themselves from the bun at the nape of her neck. "All I had to do was ask, and she'd let me touch her body for hours."
"'Ask'," Hux spits out. "Ha."
Kylo smiles, her wide, red mouth suddenly soft. "You'd like me to touch you, wouldn't you?" Her voice is a husky whisper that seems to vibrate through Hux's body, coiling around her ears even as the meaning of the words falls apart in her mind. "It would make you feel good. And you don't get to feel good very often, do you?"
One hand slides through Hux's loosening hair. The touch of the other, bare skin against skin, is the gentlest thing Hux has ever felt.
"There's no reason to resist me. I just want to give you what you like." Kylo's hair brushes against her collarbone. "Trust me."
Soft, moist lips close around Hux's nipple. Kylo's tongue flicks across the tip, laves the delicate tissue of the areola. She sucks at Hux in a gentle rhythm, and Hux can just hear the humming noises Kylo is making rumbling through her chest.
Hux lets fingers uncurl, lets her heart quiet down. Where her muscles were locked tight with tension, now they are limp and relaxed. She is boneless and too indolent to move, her whole being centered in the ebb and flow of pleasure over her heart. She is floating.
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Kylo lifts her head. "You like what I'm doing to you."
"I like it," Hux whispers, her voice small and high.
"See? I asked." Kylo's hand slides her her breast, and then clever fingers pinch down hard on her nipple. The pain clears away the fog and Hux is back where she started, fingers clutching at the sheets, lancets of pain and pleasure racing through her blood.