Hux shucks off his shirt as he makes his way over to the bed. He sits down, twisting to look over Poe's bare body. He places a hand on Poe's chest, enjoying the way Poe twists under his touch. His hand trails up, over Poe's throat and up to his cheek to trace along the straps of the gag firmly lodged in Poe's mouth. Poe turns his head in an attempt to dislodge Hux's hand, prompting Hux to slap him roughly. Hux turns away from Poe to remove his boots. He stands to finish stripping.
Once naked, he grabs the small bottle of lube from the nightstand and climbs back onto the bed to kneel between Poe's thighs. He drops the lube next to Poe's hip and sits back on his haunches for a moment to take in the sight of his slave. Poe begins to squirm, trying to tug his wrists and ankles loose, when Hux's hands come to rest on his thighs. "Shh, none of that," Hux purrs, not at all expecting or hoping that Poe will actually cease his struggles.
He slips a hand higher up Poe's thigh until his fingertips find that plug that he had instructed be put into Poe to open him up. The way Poe bucks sharply when he nudges at the plug makes Hux snicker quietly. He eases the plug out of Poe's ass slowly, gaze darting between Poe's face and the plug stretching Poe's entrance as it slips free. He drops the plug onto the bed and out of his way then turns his attention back to Poe. Poe resumes squirming when one of Hux's fingers traces around his stretched hole. "Look at you," Hux coos. "All wet and open for me." He shifts up the bed until he can grab a pillow and shove it under Poe's hips.
No longer wanting to wait, Hux grabs the lube and makes quick work of slicking himself up. Poe's struggling increases, and Hux is certain that the muffled noises coming from him would be some interesting and creatives curses. "You should relax," Hux tells him as he lines himself up. The panic showing on Poe's face is almost as much a turn on as the heat slowly surrounding his cock as he presses in to Poe's body. Almost.
WIP Mini-Fill: 2/? Hux/Poe, TW: noncon, slavery
Once naked, he grabs the small bottle of lube from the nightstand and climbs back onto the bed to kneel between Poe's thighs. He drops the lube next to Poe's hip and sits back on his haunches for a moment to take in the sight of his slave. Poe begins to squirm, trying to tug his wrists and ankles loose, when Hux's hands come to rest on his thighs. "Shh, none of that," Hux purrs, not at all expecting or hoping that Poe will actually cease his struggles.
He slips a hand higher up Poe's thigh until his fingertips find that plug that he had instructed be put into Poe to open him up. The way Poe bucks sharply when he nudges at the plug makes Hux snicker quietly. He eases the plug out of Poe's ass slowly, gaze darting between Poe's face and the plug stretching Poe's entrance as it slips free. He drops the plug onto the bed and out of his way then turns his attention back to Poe. Poe resumes squirming when one of Hux's fingers traces around his stretched hole. "Look at you," Hux coos. "All wet and open for me." He shifts up the bed until he can grab a pillow and shove it under Poe's hips.
No longer wanting to wait, Hux grabs the lube and makes quick work of slicking himself up. Poe's struggling increases, and Hux is certain that the muffled noises coming from him would be some interesting and creatives curses. "You should relax," Hux tells him as he lines himself up. The panic showing on Poe's face is almost as much a turn on as the heat slowly surrounding his cock as he presses in to Poe's body. Almost.