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Kylo is an Omega and has been on suppressants almost his whole life but seems to forget to take his doses lately. Hux is an Alpha, and has become distracted by an Omega scent on the Finalizer.

Kylo has gone into heat. Some First Order Alphas have cornered him and intend to take turns with him, but Hux shows up and rescues him. They stay together through Kylo's heat.

+10 for Hux using pet names with Kylo when they're mating

I am always here for Alpha Hux <3

yes! into it!

yeah idk

Hux doesn't recall when he first noticed it; by the time he actually stops and gives it due consideration, it seems like it's always been there. A sickly wet-hot stench staining the usually immaculate artificial atmosphere, humid as a swamp, so thick he could practically choke on it. It's the unmistakable scent of heat, and he knows who it belongs to because it's always accompanied by a very recognizable presence. Ren's presence, seeming, for once, somewhat abashed and unsure, never lingering for very long, but Hux knows that Ren can see and feel him reacting, is attuned to the chemical responses of his body when he pauses in private moments to draw the familiar scent into his nostrils and over his palate; savoring it slowly, allowing himself to fantasize about savoring Ren the same way.

Of course it isn't long before someone else has the same idea and Hux unavoidably catches wind of it. One evening in his quarters, Ren's presence comes to him stronger than usual, but harried and frantic, grasping for something, and Hux feels it trembling in his temples, his whole head ringing like a helmet struck with some heavy blunt weapon. He doesn't know what he expects to find when he pulls on his boots and coat over his loose nightclothes and follows the stricken feeling in his head down corridor after corridor to the place where Ren's scent and presence are both overwhelming, but it probably should have been this: Kylo Ren himself, half-stripped and kneeling and surrounded by pairs of armored boots. Gloved hands grasping his throat and his hair, helmetless faces leering and mocking. Hux draws himself up to his full height and squares his shoulders and scatters the flock of them with pointed elbows and promises of vague but terrible retribution- court martials, firing squads, life imprisonment-- and finally he stands over Ren himself, the scent of heat weighing heavy on his tongue, his cock hard and leaking in his thin pajama trousers.

“You've been careless,” Hux says. Ren looks up at him balefully, eyes dark and wet and rimmed with red. His full lips are bitten raw, his usually bloodless complexion a riot of heat-flush and fresh fingerprint-shaped bruises.

“Hux.” He nods almost cordially, as if to acknowledge his utter loss of composure, then lurches forward to press his cheek against the shaft of Hux's spit-polished boot. “I don't have the strength for this anymore. I need-- you can stop this. I need you to help me.”

“Throwing yourself on my mercy, little prince?” Hux twines his fingers in Ren's sweat-damp hair and hauls his head up; Ren closes his eyes and breathes through gritted teeth. “You want me to mount you here, Ren? Where's that pride of yours now?”

“Enough. Stop talking.”

“This could have been avoided so easily. Not much dignity in being bred like an animal, is there?”

“I don't want you to talk.” Fair enough. Hux pulls his trousers down and palms his swelling cock, and Ren watches him, openmouthed and drooling. He lets out a small sound that Hux would be comfortable calling a whimper, and Hux is all but overwhelmed by the waves of scent and heat rolling off Ren's body; basking in it, moving closer cautiously, as if Ren is a small and especially volatile sun.

yesss i love it!

Yes this is good. Very good.

Oh god your writing is so fucking good. I'd love to read your other works.

Awww thanks! I'm also filling the clothed sex prompt on the first page and hopefully I'll have some stuff on a03 soonish...

(PS linkity link)

http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/2821.html?thread=5635589#cmt5635589

“Are you pleased with what you've been reduced to?” Hux drags Ren's head up and down the shaft of his boot, Ren's saliva leaving shining streaks on the burnished leather. Ren lets out another eager little noise, his eyelids closed and fluttering. “Answer me, Ren. I never suspected you were so willing to debase yourself, but I suppose I should have known.”

“Hux,” Ren breathes, still mouthing at Hux's boot; he's shaking, as if with cold, though his skin is fever-bright and burning. He repeats Hux's name with every heaving breath, and Hux is struck dumb by a potent combination of arousal and pity. Could Ren have ever really been his rival? Has he always wanted Hux like this?

“You haven't mounted me yet, General. Do you find me unattractive? Perhaps I've only begun to debase myself.” Ren grinds the words out with obvious difficulty, his eyes never leaving Hux's; he's splay-legged, his knees propped apart on the slick floor cladding, his dark robes hiked up around his waist.

“I'm not an animal,” Hux retorts. “I'm capable of showing restraint.”

“Perhaps that's true, but I doubt this is the time or the place.” He has a point, but Hux has Kylo Ren before him literally begging to be fucked, and he plans to enjoy it for as long as he can.

“You were given supressants. You stopped taking them. Why? Why put yourself in danger like this? It's an elegant enough solution, being medicated for your pathological--”

“Please. This is intolerable. Just fuck me.”

“Ask nicely for what you want, Ren, and I may just fill that poor little empty hole of yours.” Hux presses two fingers- unprotected fingers, he'd forgotten to put his gloves on-- to Ren's lips and Ren draws them into his mouth and sucks at them, fierce, grunting his pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut with bliss. This devolves further into Ren licking Hux's palm, his tongue lavishing long burning strokes against it as if he can't get enough of whatever he tastes on Hux's skin. Ren's hot mouth moves upward, seizes Hux's wrist, nipping and kissing at it as if Ren is sampling the pulse of blood in his veins; Ren nuzzles him, groaning, pushes himself against Hux like a cat begging to be stroked.

“My patience is wearing thin.” His voice is inflectionless, though he speaks through gritted teeth. “If you won't provide what I need, I'll find someone else who will.”

“Or they'll find you.” Hux loosens his trousers, businesslike, and frees his cock for Ren's scrutiny; the look on his face is uncommonly wet-eyed and worshipful. Ren's looking at him adoringly, which is almost worth all the broken instruments and bureacratic hassle that Hux has put up with since they'd been forced to work together. “Was that whole mess your idea? You'd let my men take turns fucking you until you were satisfied?”

“I didn't want them.” Ren looks murderous, his mouth much too close to Hux's cock for comfort, but Hux has no scruples about closing that distance now. For once he allows himself to lapse into mindlessness, arousal muffling his thoughts, wrapped like dense cushioning clouds around his delicately calibrated military brain. He penetrates Ren's snarling mouth, pushing between his parted lips and past the barrier of his teeth. He mutters encouragement as Ren sucks him, presses his own fingers into the bruises on Ren's throat and cheek.

Oh wowwow wow. I can't get over how hot that finger-sucking/hand-licking was and Hux pressing his fingers into Kylo's bruises and a potent combination of arousal and pity</i) and and andddskjlk Good job, is what I'm saying.

I'm glad this worked for you, anon. Finger-sucking and bruise-poking tend to appear in like every fic I write hahahaha...ha

I love the condescending pet names. That, right there, is my jam.

This is so perfect omg. I love you.

Oh god nice. Will you be uploading this to ao3?

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