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Hot and reasonably believable, excellent work.

Prompt post 5

i think i might do something for this cause its such a good prompt and i can see it go unfilled!

Third-party anon here, asking if it would be OK if I wrote an inspired-by/follow-up story along the lines of headcanon anon's prompt. Wouldn't have to be a direct sequel to your fill if you prefer that it not be, though you stuck to the top-level prompt pretty closely.

Please let me know; I am besieged by plotbunnies, but I don't want to step on your toes.

God bless you and this fill.

it's such a good prompt, it's still killing me. thank you!! i hope the next chapter doesn't disappoint but REST ASSURED they still resent each other.

<3 thank

That is absolutely fine! As far as I'm concerned there can never be enough Kylux hurt/comfort fic.

If you want to go for a direct sequel, go for it, whatever works. Honestly, I'm rather flattered. :-)

Quick thing I wrote.

*

I.

Hux rarely goes off the ship.

Off the ship are the soft reminders of other dreams, unfulfilled aspiration, suppressed hopes. They're all around him, taking the form of people, places and things. They get caught in the corner of his eye, glittering and unavoidable. And regardless of how much the General rubbed, they never seemed to fade.

So when he returns to the ship, he always washes his eyes until their red and raw. The dim lights of the ship and his blood-shot eyes help him see clearly.

It's still there in the corner of his eye, a nagging reminder, but it's easier to ignore now.

II.

Sometimes, without thinking, he pauses to watch the engineers on the ship.

Their hands are always dirty with oil and their brows damp with sweat. Hux was fascinated by the joy on their faces when it twisted in laughter at a joke their colleague mutters. They settle into a hush when they see him standing on the mezzanine above them, cold eyes scanning the area. He always lingers at the doorway obstructed from their view, waiting until they resume their conversations,

A moment passes and they continue laughing.

III.

The thought will never escape the secure confines of his subconscious, but Hux is jealous of Kylo Ren.

An impetuous brat--violent, arrogant, unstable. But with a vision. A goal, a purpose in his life. One he molded for himself from personal experience and not a family legacy.

Hux knows they're stories are similar. Prominent families with histories that are almost suffocating. Yet Ren had the courage to make his own way through life with a new name while Hux wears his like a badge.

Hux is jealous of Kylo Ren. So when he sees the slashed up ship, he complains about chaos, disorder, and disruption.

But the little voice in the back of his mind knows this is just Kylo Ren forging his path.

IV.

Hux has only had three true friends in his life.

The first one was when he was a child. The friend couldn't leave his home often due to illness but Hux remembers they would create stories about the worlds outside of their icy planet. They planned to visit them all in a grand adventure. Years passed and the boy died of fever at 13. Hux enters the academy that same year.

The second, early in his military career, was left behind when a diplomatic mission turned violent. Hux stood staring back into shaking, diluted pupils, debating whether to save himself or take a chance on his friend. In his hesitation, his friend was shot through the temple by stray blaster fire. He carried the body back to the shuttle, eyes stinging with familiar tears. For his bravery and as sole survivor of the convoy, Hux receives a promotion to Major.

Nothing happened to the third. Hux was 25 and a brigadier, the youngest in the First Order. His comrade was a Captain, an old academy friend that Hux was re-acquainted with. It was a pleasant relationship that consisted of chess, drinks and talks about history. Hux was promoted to Major General at 27 and the Captain was still a captain. The difference in rank, Hux presumes, alienated his former friend and they drifted apart until the other man was reassigned.

The reassignment was signed by Hux. It was too painful to be ignored by someone who used to smile at you.

In the dead of night, when he's consumed by work and stress and a lack of sleep, Hux wonders how his friend is doing.

V.

Hux is a General in the First Order.

It's a job with certain responsibilities that require sacrifice. The sacrifices are mainly personal but Hux understands that is the price of greatness, of glory, of order. All of which are his birthright though his father and mother, great Imperials.

Hux wonders though, if he is striving to be a great Imperial also. If that were the case, he reasons he is striving then to be an Imperial without an Empire. A non-sequitur, a disordered thought. Aimless, unrealistic, illogical.

Hux wonders sometimes if greatness is truly his birthright. The Empire failed, Starkiller failed. The undercurrent that guides his family is failure, not victory. Hux has failed and now he is overdue for glory, he'll rise like the legendary Phoenix from it's ashes.

But sometimes, and only for a quick flash, he wishes he could do something else.

OP here, thank you so much. Oh man, my heart aches for him. Him being jealous of Kylo adds a whole new dimension to all those times in the film where it almost looks like Hux wants to build something with Ren, so sad, thank you <3

holy living fuck i am loving this fill

Now available on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6386890

Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it! So far I've only done the last two fills on the TFLN prompt (http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/3467.html?thread=7274635#cmt7274635) and this one. But I just made an AO3 account, so hopefully I'll be posting more stuff there soon: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Laurel_Athena/

*cackles* Oh, Hux...

OP

I'll love you forever, potential author!anon! :D

Everything is shaking, there are people screaming outside.

They are almost as loud as the people still screaming inside his head.

He doesn’t understand what happened. He had been on the bed, pinned the weight of the fog and still tired from his own tears earlier when he heard it.

One scream in a thousand of voices. A rip in the universe, a star dying, billions of candlelights being snuffed out at once, leaving a horrible sense of emptiness and wrong.

He wanted to scream, couldn’t because of the fog. Couldn’t move at all, and so all he could do is lay there and hurt.

And now the Room is shaking, people are screaming, and he doesn’t have the will to move at all.

That is, until the door bursts open and Hux comes staggering in.

“Ben!” He cries out, rushing towards him and pulling him up. “Get up. We need to leave.”

For a moment, all Ben can do is blink.

That cannot be right.

He isn’t supposed to leave. He needs to stay in the Room, hidden and safe. Hux said so, Ben promised, and, and…

But Hux is tugging at his arm, and the fog is too thick for thinking. So Ben stumbles behind his general. His feet feel heavy, and his movements are still sluggish, so soon enough Hux is half-carrying him through the hallways, his long arm wrapped around Ben’s waist as he guides him.

They don’t meet anyone, which is either luck or as Hux planned. The redhead is saying something about Phasma, and a shuttle, but Ben is barely paying attention.

He is too busy looking at outside.

It is very much like inside the Room, only bigger, and full of memories he cannot think about, only it’s hard not to right now. They are almost out now, and out of the corner of his eyes he can see snow. He used to like snow, so, so much, loved the way it got caught in brown fur and brown hair. Loved hearing stories about fighting and a kiss.

He isn’t supposed to remember, he couldn’t let himself, but -

“Ben!” Someone yells, and it makes him stumble.

Distantly, he can feel Hux tugging at him, trying to coax him forward, but he can’t move, can’t think, because he knows that voice, he knows that voice, and, and -

There is the sound of a blaster going off, and growling, or maybe yelling. And then he is being abruptly tugged to the side, his back pressed against against Hux’s chest. It is a familiar position, something from inside the Room. It is something to focus on, something to ground him, so he leans in further into Hux’s arms and relishes in the contact.

There is also a blaster pointed against his head, but it’s Hux’s blaster and that makes it alright.

His father stops mid step, wide eyes never leaving Ben.

“I suggest you be careful, Solo,” Hux threatens. It is frightening, the way he does it. Like he doesn’t care about Ben at all.

Somewhere around him, Chewie roars a threat. But then Phasma yells “General!”, and the mood shifts.

Ben suddenly has the feelings there are many blasters here, pointed at many people.

But his father has drawn out his own. He doesn’t look like he could fight anyone right now.

“Ben…”

It’s strange, hearing his name spoken by someone other than Hux or Phasma. It’s nice that it’s his father.

He looks so old though. It isn’t right.

“Hello,” Ben mumbles back after some time. He needed to say something. He didn’t know what.

His father’s eyes are shining. “Ben, kriff, I…” His voice sounds so chocked, so fragile. His face is to match, until he suddenly shifts and looks just like the Captain of a rebel spaceship again. Tall and commanding and just a little scared. “Quickly, Ben,” he orders, though even then he sounds frantic, “you can push him away. Use the Force, you can…”

“Can’t,” Ben interrupts him. His words are too slurred to properly convey his annoyance. He needs to stay hidden and safe and doesn’t his father know -

Ben suddenly remembers that Han Solo hasn’t ever been in the Room, and perhaps that is why he doesn’t understand. So he presents his arm, which had always been bare to grant easier access to the needle. His skin is very pale, so he knows his father will see the little red pricks and tracks that litter the crook of his elbow.

“It’s what the syringe was for,” he tries to explain, even as Hux tenses behind him. “It brings the fog.”

He frowns, because that isn’t quite what he wanted to say, but maybe it’s fine after all because his father’s eyes widen comprehension.

Or probably it isn’t fine after all, because his expression soon shifts to absolute fury, and he takes a step closer towards them. “You kriffing…”

The end of the blaster digs deeper into Ben’s temple. He whines in the back of his throat. This is the first time Hux hurts him, and even though Ben is happy to see his father, maybe he doesn’t want him here if this is what happens.

“Give me my son back,” Han Solo speaks, voice low and dangerous. He may look like an old man, but that doesn’t stop the menace from pouring out of him.

But Hux has never been easily intimidated. (Ben had tried once, a long time ago, but there were children and he couldn’t - ) “Why would I?”

“Because if you do,” his father says slowly, “I might not strangle you next time we meet.”

Hux scoffs. It is not a pleasant sound. “I would shoot you before you even came close.”

No, no, Ben doesn’t want that either. He doesn’t want to be shot either, but he knows Hux won’t do anything to him.

But Hux hurt Poe, and Ben let him. It was horrible, and he won’t do it again.

He is supposed to be safe in the Room. His father is still looking at him.

He wants to go home.

“Bren…” he whimpers, he pleas.

He doesn’t know what he’s asking for.

Against his back, Hux’s breath hitches. In front of him, his father stiffens.

Somewhere above him, Phasma yells, “General, Starkiller will not last much longer. We need to leave!”

For a moment, time seems to stop.

His own breathing is loud in his ears.

In his ear, Hux whispers. “You understand how much I care for you?”

“Yes,” Ben whispers back. “I do to.”

Hux chuckles. It almost sounds sad. “I am not so delusional as to believe that is entirely true.”

Ben frowns.

He doesn’t understand.

Hux sighs, so low even Ben can barely catch it. “Nevertheless,” he vows, placing a kiss on the shell of his ear, “know that I will come back for you.”

And then Ben is shoved forward.

There are screams all around him, but Ben can hardly pay attention because landing hurts, especially when his arms barely catch him as he falls. He whimpers at the pain, in his head.

And then he is hold tightly against a broad chest, and through a blurred vision he looks up to see his father in tears. His wrinkled, rough hand comes to cup his face, and Ben instinctively leans into the touch.

Around them, red lights flash.

Chewie yells that they need to go.

His father looks at him a second more before picking him up completely.

They run - or rather, his father runs, and Ben lets himself be carried. It’s achingly familiar of a time when he could fit on his father’s shoulders, and despite sensing danger and terror around him, he cannot help but sigh in contentment.

The world is shaking terribly now. The sudden air, light, and noise are all so disorienting. Add that to the still present fog and Ben really cannot figure out what is going on.

It is alright though, because he is in his father’s arms, and it was something he hadn’t allowed himself to remember how much he missed it.

“Ben!” His father sobs as he carries him away. “Oh Ben! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s alright,” Ben mumbles. He cannot do much right now, but he can try to comfort his father. “I was safe.”

He doesn’t know if his father heard him, but the arms around him tighten, and it’s just as good.

Ouch! This fill is so beautifully done. Poor Ben being so confused about everything, but trusting Hux even though he has a blaster to his head. Oh dear.

Oh man, this is GREAT!! I cannot wait for Leia to see her son and for the resistance to realize that their General's son has been alive and held captive by the First Order, doped up on Force suppressants this entire time. The sheer amount of therapy that they're going to have to give Ben to even try to work around his Stockholm Syndrome is going to be impressive. And of course I doubt it's going to work all that well since Ben is so messed up. I cannot wait for more of this!!

I... I honestly can't tell if I want Hux to come after him, or not..! This is so gloriously fucked up!

The third large gin and tonic had taken the edge off of Hux’s hatred for the annual First Order officers’ ball. His advisors insisted that such things were conducive to good morale, but Hux only saw them as a waste of valuable time and resources. Attendance was mandatory, Hux’s included, and he was elbow-deep in sweating, overdressed command staff. This year’s ball was the most grandiose yet, as it also celebrated the completion of the Starkiller weapon.

He had distanced himself from the crowd, tolerating the occasional polite introduction and firmly declining all invitations to dance. Regulations for events dictated full dress, and his staff did not disappoint. Hux was pleased to see an excellent showing of perfectly shined boots and crisply tailored jackets. He sipped his drink and glanced down to his own boots, which remained flawless. When he looked up, his vision was filled with Kylo Ren.

Hux barely recognized him. Instead of his heavy black robes he wore a gown of deep blue silk that clung to his trim, muscular figure. The dress bared his shoulders, revealing the clean lines of his neck and collarbones. Its long sleeves did nothing to conceal Ren’s powerful arms. The tight, corseted bodice shaped his lean waist and the full skirt gave the illusion of curves beneath it. The whole thing was embroidered with tiny gems that caught the lights as Ren moved, sparkling like the stars in the viewport. His hair brushed his shoulders, falling in soft curls around his angular face. Absently, Hux wondered what Ren’s hair would feel like clenched between his fingers.

Hux took a gulp of his drink, his mouth suddenly dry.

“That’s a lovely dress, Ren, does your mother know you borrowed it?” Hux asked, hoping Ren hadn’t noticed his interest. Ren’s eyes narrowed, his mouth twitching.

“I could ask the same about your uniform,” Ren replied, his voice cool. Hux clenched his fingers around his glass, knuckles turning white. Despite Ren’s venom, his eyes lingered on Hux. Hux knew his dress uniform suited him: it was made bespoke to add breadth to his shoulders and accentuate his narrow waist. Ren plucked a glass of champagne from a passing serving droid and twirled the stem between his long fingers instead of drinking.

“You’re meant to drink that,” Hux said.

“Disciples of my order abstain from alcohol. It can cloud the mind and weaken our abilities,” Ren said, glancing at Hux’s mostly-empty glass.

“I’d hate for you to be unable to unlace that corset later,” Hux said, eyeing the complicated binding down the back of Ren’s dress.

“We both know that’s not true,” Ren murmured, his breath hot against Hux’s ear. Hux jumped, wondering when Ren had gotten so close. Hux could smell his perfume: sweet, floral, probably expensive. He should not have indulged in the third gin and tonic. Ren had him nearly pressed against the wall, and all Hux could think about was how good Ren would look in that dress while Hux fucked him.

Ren gave him a knowing look, mouth pulling into a smirk. “We should go back to your quarters, and you can help me take off my dress,” Ren said, speaking low enough to not be overheard, his lips brushing Hux’s ear. Goosebumps prickled down Hux’s neck and he turned his head away. He wondered what the hell had been in that last gin and tonic, because he found himself thinking about exactly how he would get Ren out of his dress.

Would Ren stand quietly while Hux pulled the ribbons loose to split open the bodice and expose his naked back? Or maybe Hux would simply cut the entire thing straight through, just to see how Ren would react as the dress slid to the floor. His pulse jumped at the thought and heat rose to his cheeks before settling lower in his belly.

“Is that what you’d like? Because I’d like you to keep it on,” Hux said, testing a hypothesis. As he’d expected, Ren flushed scarlet to his exposed chest. Hux smirked. “Thought so.”

He snatched the champagne flute from Ren’s hand and tossed back the contents. “I’ll see you in my quarters, Ren.”

Ren swept into Hux’s rooms in a swirl of silk and hand-stitched gemstones that glittered in the low lighting. Hux closed his task pane and slid back from his desk, hands folded in his lap, waiting.

“I can’t get out of this dress by myself,” Ren said, not bothering with a convincing lie.

“I find that hard to believe,” Hux replied as he from his chair. “Since you apparently got into it by yourself. Although I wouldn’t be surprised that a few ribbons are beyond your capabilities. Come here.”

Hux took his time looking Ren over, now that he could so in private.

“Show me,” Hux said, clasping his hands behind his back. The hem of Ren’s skirt brushed his boots as he stepped close so that Hux could examine his gown. Hux had no eye for art, but he could not deny that the gown was a truly lovely thing. The small movement of Ren’s breathing set the gems in his bodice sparkling. Hux looked over every intricate line of stitching, carefully placed to create the illusion of curves in a waist that he knew had none. Hux ran a finger over a whorl of embroidery that ended just above Ren’s cock. Ren’s breath hitched but he did not move.

“Turn,” Hux said. Ren spun, the skirt kicking up as he moved to reveal blue velvet slippers instead of Ren’s boots. The skirt fell smoothly over Ren’s hips, hinting at the tight curve of his ass beneath. Ren’s broad back was mostly bare, and Hux admired the well-developed muscles along his shoulders, flexing under skin that never saw the sun. Ren’s long hair curled at his nape, just brushing his shoulders. The corset was laced with blue velvet ribbon, smooth and fine under Hux’s fingers. He could see how tightly it had been laced as he watched Ren’s shallow breathing.

“Surely this isn’t comfortable?” Hux asked as he traced the crisscross of velvet. He continued the light touch up Ren’s spine. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his finger, and Hux felt Ren tense as he stilled himself.

“It’s not meant to be comfortable,” Ren replied.

“And you enjoy that it isn’t. I see,” Hux said thoughtfully, carefully filing away that piece of information. He grasped an end of ribbon at the small of Ren’s back and tugged until the bow came apart. Hux loosened the lacing down the back of Ren’s corset until it gapped in the front, kissing across one bare shoulder and then the other as he worked. He smoothed Ren’s hair away from his nape pressed a kiss there. Ren pulled in a deep breath and Hux bit down gently on his earlobe. “Show me the rest.”

Ren grabbed his wrist and pressed Hux’s hand against the erection hidden beneath his skirts. Hux palmed him through the silk until Ren was panting in his ear. He grasped Ren by the hips and turned him so that Hux could lean in and kiss him, slipping his tongue between Ren’s lips and into his mouth. Ren rutted against his hand, fingers tight on Hux’s shoulders to keep his balance. Hux wrapped his free arm around Ren’s waist and walked them towards the bed, eager to find out exactly what Ren had hidden under his gown.

Ren’s knees hit the edge of the bed and he went down easily, pulling Hux with him to straddle his hips. Hux rolled his hips down against Ren’s, eliciting a sharp gasp. Ren grabbed a handful of his uniform jacket and Hux allowed him to reclaim his mouth as he undid the closures. Ren’s long fingers stroked over the soft, heavy wool of Hux’s dress uniform. He pushed it off Hux’s shoulders and slid a hand into Hux’s undershirt, shoving it up to his chest. Ren’s hands were incredibly warm as he stroked up Hux’s sides. Ren rubbed his thumb over a nipple, sending sparks of arousal straight to Hux’s cock.

Hux reached down and grabbed a handful of Ren’s skirt, hauling it up to his hips to bare his thighs. Ren was clean-shaven, his skin smooth under Hux’s fingers. Incredulous, Hux flattened his palm against Ren’s thigh and stroked along the contours of lean muscle. He grasped Ren’s leg behind the knee and pulled it up to his hip, examining Ren’s hairless calf. Ren raised an eyebrow.

“All of it?” Hux asked, hating how breathless he sounded. He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved the gown up to Ren’s waist, the silk piling up and spilling over his chest. Ren’s cock strained against a pair of delicate black silk panties, edged in fine lace. Hux hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled it down low enough to reveal both the tip of Ren’s cock and a complete lack of pubic hair. He stroked a finger along the line of Ren’s erection through his underwear, satisfied when Ren arched into the touch.

“Very pretty,” he murmured, looking down at Ren. His cheeks were flushed, lips reddened from Hux’s kisses. Hux slipped the underwear from Ren’s hips and tossed it to the floor.

“Take off your uniform,” Ren said. He tugged at Hux’s jacket but lacked the correct angle to remove it. Hux sat back and shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders, laying it carefully aside. Ren’s eyes followed his movements as Hux pulled his shirt over his head.

“That uniform covers a multitude of sins,” Ren said, looking Hux over.

“And that dress covers none,” Hux snapped. He was well aware that his slender frame inspired little awe compared to Ren’s powerful build. He cupped his hands over Ren’s chest; there were no soft curves beneath the flimsy silk, only firm muscle. “You’re flat as a board, Ren. What in the universe ever made you think you had the figure for this gown?”

“I can see it’s bothering you,” Ren said dryly, pressing the heel of his hand into the tent in Hux’s trousers. “Should I take it off?”

“No,” Hux growled. He reached for his own belt, ready to be out of his stiff dress uniform. Ren grabbed his wrists and flipped him neatly on to his back, pinning his arms over his head with one hand. With his free hand, Ren unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Hux lifted his hips to assist as Ren yanked both pants and underwear down to his thighs, freeing his erection.

Hux’s heart raced, its throb echoed in his cock. He squirmed a little to test Ren’s grip, which held firm, his slim wrists clenched tight in Ren’s long fingers. Cool silk brushed his thighs and belly and pooled around them on the bed. Hux rutted up against Ren, grinding himself against the silk that covered Ren’s own erection. It felt incredible, surrounded by Kylo Ren’s sweet scent and soft skirts. Hux could come just like this, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Let me up,” he said, pushing a knee against Ren’s hip. Ren acquiesced and released his wrists. He rolled onto his back and watched while Hux stripped off the remainder of his uniform and boots. Ren reached for the bodice of his gown and pulled it away from his chest as though he wished to remove it.

“Keep it on,” Hux said. “I’m going to fuck you in it.”

A smirk touched Ren’s lips and Hux cursed himself for finding the man so attractive. Ren kicked off his slippers and lay back on the bed, lazily stroking his cock underneath his dress. Hux retrieved the bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer and tossed it on the bed. He knelt between Ren’s thighs and grabbed two handfuls of Ren’s dress, flipping it up over his hips and letting it fan out beneath Ren. Ren’s eyes never left him.

Hux coated his fingers with lube slipped his his fingers between Ren’s legs. The skin there was as smooth as the rest of him. Ren twitched and spread his legs a little wider when Hux touched his entrance with a slick finger. Hux pushed inside, working his finger in and out until Ren was rocking back against him. Hux gave him a second finger, then a third, until Ren was writhing on the bed, fingers clenched in his skirt.

Ren picked up the lube and slicked his own hand before he closed his fingers around Hux’s hard cock. He stroked fast, his grip a fraction too tight, but Hux didn’t care as Ren worked him. He’d barely touched himself this whole time, and Ren’s hand on him was a relief. Hux bent and kissed him, down his neck and jaw to the nipple exposed by Ren’s loosened corset.

Hux swiped his tongue over it and Ren twitched up against him, grinding himself on Hux’s fingers. Hux sucked a mark just below his collarbone, marring Ren’s fine skin with a neat imprint of his teeth. Hux could feel the tension in his body as he struggled not to squirm. He pulled his fingers out of Ren and lined up his cock.

“Spread your legs,” he said, and Ren did so eagerly. Hux pressed inside slowly, savoring the tight heat of Ren’s body. Ren stifled a moan as Hux sank into him. Once fully sheathed, Hux had to move, pulling out and thrusting hard back into Ren until Ren caught his rhythm and matched it.

“You look good like this,” Hux said, barely aware of what was coming out of his mouth. “You make a perfect officer’s whore.”

“You would know. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice fucking your way up the chain of command,” Ren said.

“And down it, as I am at present,” Hux replied. He slammed into Ren hard enough to lift his hips off the bed, his retort lost in a moan. He was gasping, chest straining against the corset.

“Let me help you with that,” Hux said. He grasped Ren’s bodice in both hands and yanked hard until the whole thing split down to Ren’s navel. Ren’s flat belly rippled with lean, well-developed muscle that Hux couldn’t resist touching in grudging admiration. The corset’s boning had left red indents in his fair skin. Hux kissed down his breastbone and licked up one of the weals before he closed his teeth on Ren’s left nipple. Ren hissed and grabbed Hux’s hair. His free hand curled over Hux’s ass, pulling him closer.

Hux leaned down and stretched over Ren to press them together all along chest and belly. The edges of Ren’s corset dug into his chest and the silk skirts were slippery under his knees. Ren’s hand on his backside kept him steady, but Hux was certain he’d have a perfect imprint of tiny jewels on his breast when he pulled away. Ren wrapped his legs around Hux’s waist, the heavy muscles flexing as he moved, trying to pull Hux closer. Hux threaded his fingers into Ren’s hair and found it every bit as thick and soft as he’d imagined.

“Come for me,” he ordered, looking Ren in the eyes. He took Ren’s cock in his hand and stroked in time to his thrusts. Ren’s hips locked up and he came with a desperate-sounding moan, teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip. Hux felt Ren’s body clench around him and tremble beneath him, his hips twitching weakly as he spilled himself over Hux’s hand and onto his gown. Hux’s own thighs shook with fatigue. He was so close, the tension of orgasm curled up tight in his hips, the base of his spine. He buried himself deep one final time and came hard into Ren, white washing out his vision. He slumped to Ren’s side, gasping.

Ren’s large hand in his hair brought him back to himself, his face smashed against Ren’s neck and a heavy arm around his waist. He and Ren were both twisted up in Ren’s dress, which had tangled around their thighs. The silk beneath Hux’s stomach was decidedly damp, cooling unpleasantly against his skin.

Hux extricated himself from Ren’s skirts and grimaced at the sticky tug of fabric. He needed a shower desperately. Ren watched him through slitted eyes, looking pleased with himself. His dress hung off of him, completely ruined. Hux turned on the shower and let it warm up.

“I hope no one sees you like that,” Hux said. He absolutely hoped the entire crew saw Ren in his current state. Ren rose and tugged at his torn gown, which no longer closed over his chest. The marks Hux had left were vivid against his skin.

“I’ll tell anyone who asks exactly what happened, General,” Ren replied. “I’m sure the part where you ordered me to come for you will be of particular interest. Truly inspiring leadership.” Heat crept up Hux’s neck, spreading across his cheeks.

“Get out, Ren. I’m taking a shower. And get rid of those sheets.”

When Hux emerged from the shower, his bed had been stripped and Kylo Ren was gone. Hux opened his closet for a fresh set of pajamas. His greatcoat was missing, replaced with Ren’s ruined ballgown. He caught the scent of sweet, floral perfume and his chest filled with rage.

He grabbed the hanger, intending to throw the dress into the waste chute before he arranged to have Ren quietly assassinated. The crumpled silk brushed his wrist, and Hux remembered how easily Ren had come for him, skirts sliding against Hux’s skin.

Hux returned the dress to his closet, hanging it carefully in the back. He could always dispose of it later.

holy crap. i am dead. everything about how big and strong and broad ren is contrasted with the clothes. the cruel BANTER, like hux fucking his way DOWN the chain of command??? A+ filth nonny thank you

YEEEEEEEEEEEES
Seconded to infinity!

Imagine Hux's mom doing that creepy laser focus staredown thing wild animals do to see if this Kylo thing is worthy of being her baby's mate.

She probably approves of the fact that he's the head of the Pack of Ren ("Knights, mum!"), and a male, too! So good to see young ambitious males defying stereotype and tradition to take leadership positions! ("That's not an issue amongst humans, mum.")

lol at the idea of the Resistance finding out. The General will never stop flipping her shit.

hey op! i just wanted to let you know i'm working on a fill. <3 real life is hectic so i'm writing slower than i anticipated, but rest assured i will finish and post it eventually :)

Ooooohhh my goodness, anon! That was delicious!

OP here

This is so so good! I am happy as a clam and my god, all the clothing details and the shaved skin and the banter help me I am UNDONE

(like Kylo's bodice)

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