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Thank you so much, anon! That means very much to me. Here, have a second helping.

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Kylo Ren has his grandfather's melted helmet, and much pleasure may it give him. Hux has The Belt. He keeps it wrapped in a handkerchief in his wall safe. It's two hundred years old, made of premium bantha hide with a pure chromium buckle in a simple and timeless design. He uses a special oil on it every month, wiping it down carefully to keep it supple and firm. It gets this treatment whether he uses it or not. But he never uses it on himself. He doesn't have that right.

Nevertheless, after the meditative oiling of the leather and the careful polishing of the buckle, he closes his eyes and presses a kiss to the Belt. He doesn't do it because the leather feels so smooth and so firm under his lips, because it tastes chemical and masculine and musky like the way his father's study smelled. He does it because it's only proper to thank the instrument of his discipline for what it gives him.

Hux hasn't had The Belt used on him since he was sixteen years old. The less said about that incident, the better. For years, just the thought of The Belt kept him in check, gave him a kind of release that had nothing to do with the come splattered over his fingers after an oiling session. He always came away from those sessions calm and composed, ready to do his family name proud. "Ordo ex dolor," Order From Pain. The Hux family motto.

Recently, it's been harder to keep that order. Hux doesn't want to think about why. He's simply on the search for someone who can discipline him the way he needs, give him the order and the release that's necessary to cope with the pressure of success. Someone who'd do it out of love, not anger--someone who only wanted to use The Belt to turn Hux into the perfect leader, the perfect warrior.

When Hux finds someone worthy to wield The Belt, he'll pay his respects to him. He'll kneel like someone who truly understands the power to be found in submission. He'll thank each of the Instruments of his discipliner's body as per the Prayer of Pain.

"Blessed be the Boots that kick me, and strong be the Feet that wear them." A single kiss on the toe of each Boot.

"Blessed be the Glove that slaps me, and solid be the Hand that strikes me." A kiss to each fingertip and then to the palm of each glove.

"Blessed be the Mouth that chastises me, and sharp be the Teeth that bite me." A kiss to each lip, upper and lower, and a flick of the tongue across the teeth.

"Blessed be the Cock (or Cunt, although for Hux it's not quite the same) that rewards me." Sink down on the knees to kiss the head of the cock through layers of clothes.

Hux's parents were Reform, performing only the prayer and the observance of each Instrument before letting themselves enjoy where their lusts led them. They were modern thinkers, using only Hands for their children. Sometimes Hux thinks that his obsession over his father's Belt sessions might be some deep spiritual calling he's repressed in the name of the First Order, the desire to submit himself and his partner not just to each others' lusts but to the constraints of the full Rituals of Discipline.

That's when Hux shoots into his hand, toes curling and vision whiting out. When he comes to, he fastidiously licks his come from his hand before performing a quick, last kneeling salute in the direction of The Belt.

Amazing. Amazing. I'm all kinds of wrecked.

You had me at belt.
This was AMAZING.

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Fill: Finn/Hux daddy kink, "The Belt" (bonus tidbit with worldbuilding)

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