(You anons are wonderful, I can't thank you enough for encouraging this porny business)
“I'm going to do whatever is necessary to keep you under control.” Hux eases two fingers into Ren's mouth, held tightly together, pressing down flat on his tongue. Ren gags quietly, and Hux feels the sharp edges of his teeth; still no more than an empty threat, not even hard enough to bruise. “You're a domesticated creature at heart. You only need to be shown how to behave.” At this Ren does snap at him, teeth sinking into Hux's skin; he locks his jaws around the fingers in his mouth and refuses to let go until Hux gives him another good hard jolt with the shock collar. Then he backhands Ren swiftly across the face, leaving his own blood streaked over Ren's nose and cheekbones. Hux realizes he's breathing heavily now, lightheaded with pain, blood still welling thickly from his wounded hand as Ren watches him with a distinct air of satisfaction.
“Is that what you wanted?” Ren sneers, bared teeth gleaming in his bloodied face. “Idiot. You can't even control yourself, can you?”
“I can't say I wasn't expecting you to lash out like that, but it is quite a show of force.” Hux takes a handkerchief from his pocket and binds it tightly around his fingers. The bite isn't deep, but the potential for infection is more than Hux wants to take his chances with. He retreats to medbay with a suspicion that he's failed, that Snoke's faith in his ability to command Kylo Ren were misplaced. Once his wound has been properly disinfected and bandaged, however, he returns to the training room to find Ren waiting for him. No longer kneeling, but still naked, lounging with his back propped against the wall and his long muscular legs splayed in front of him.
“Resume your position,” Hux says, and Ren smirks at him but does as commanded, arranging himself on his knees again with his arms held behind his back. Hux has acquired another piece of hardware, and he removes it from his pocket and holds it up for Ren to admire; a thick metal ring dangling from a pair of straps, shiny bright red to match the correcting collar.
“Should have thought of that before.” Ren doesn't struggle when Hux fits the ring between his jaws and fastens the straps tightly behind his head, only looks at him with that same challenge in his eyes. Steady, piercing, pure mockery. Even with his mouth forced open around the ring gag, he retains a kind of haughty dignity. Hux slips his fingers into Ren's mouth again, noting with satisfaction that he's begun to drool.
“I am going to fuck your mouth now, Ren. And you're left with no choice but to take it, because your snapping and snarling doesn't matter to me. You bite because you don't know any better, but you will know better. You can be trained. It's only a matter of applying the proper stimuli.” Hux pulls himself out of his trousers with his good hand- his off hand, as it happens-- and rests the other at the back of Ren's neck. He strokes Ren there, gently and steadily, as he eases his cock into the metal ring. It's already warmed and slicked by Ren's mouth, and Ren's tongue flicks upward as Hux grasps the back of his head and starts to thrust; whether in attempted protest or not, it's hard to tell, but the end result is the same, and he does after all look rather attractive on his knees with his mouth strapped open for Hux's cock.
“Good work, Ren.” Hux keeps stroking him, his throat and his shoulders and his chest, all those seldom-seen parts of him beginning to flush pink with shame and exertion and Hux can tell he's straining against the gag, trying to force his jaws together. Tears and saliva glaze his upturned face, drip slowly from his chin.
Re: Hux/Kylo Ren, D/s, sub training, Hux tops - FILL: Proper Etiquette and Correct Posture, 4/?
“I'm going to do whatever is necessary to keep you under control.” Hux eases two fingers into Ren's mouth, held tightly together, pressing down flat on his tongue. Ren gags quietly, and Hux feels the sharp edges of his teeth; still no more than an empty threat, not even hard enough to bruise. “You're a domesticated creature at heart. You only need to be shown how to behave.” At this Ren does snap at him, teeth sinking into Hux's skin; he locks his jaws around the fingers in his mouth and refuses to let go until Hux gives him another good hard jolt with the shock collar. Then he backhands Ren swiftly across the face, leaving his own blood streaked over Ren's nose and cheekbones. Hux realizes he's breathing heavily now, lightheaded with pain, blood still welling thickly from his wounded hand as Ren watches him with a distinct air of satisfaction.
“Is that what you wanted?” Ren sneers, bared teeth gleaming in his bloodied face. “Idiot. You can't even control yourself, can you?”
“I can't say I wasn't expecting you to lash out like that, but it is quite a show of force.” Hux takes a handkerchief from his pocket and binds it tightly around his fingers. The bite isn't deep, but the potential for infection is more than Hux wants to take his chances with. He retreats to medbay with a suspicion that he's failed, that Snoke's faith in his ability to command Kylo Ren were misplaced. Once his wound has been properly disinfected and bandaged, however, he returns to the training room to find Ren waiting for him. No longer kneeling, but still naked, lounging with his back propped against the wall and his long muscular legs splayed in front of him.
“Resume your position,” Hux says, and Ren smirks at him but does as commanded, arranging himself on his knees again with his arms held behind his back. Hux has acquired another piece of hardware, and he removes it from his pocket and holds it up for Ren to admire; a thick metal ring dangling from a pair of straps, shiny bright red to match the correcting collar.
“Should have thought of that before.” Ren doesn't struggle when Hux fits the ring between his jaws and fastens the straps tightly behind his head, only looks at him with that same challenge in his eyes. Steady, piercing, pure mockery. Even with his mouth forced open around the ring gag, he retains a kind of haughty dignity. Hux slips his fingers into Ren's mouth again, noting with satisfaction that he's begun to drool.
“I am going to fuck your mouth now, Ren. And you're left with no choice but to take it, because your snapping and snarling doesn't matter to me. You bite because you don't know any better, but you will know better. You can be trained. It's only a matter of applying the proper stimuli.” Hux pulls himself out of his trousers with his good hand- his off hand, as it happens-- and rests the other at the back of Ren's neck. He strokes Ren there, gently and steadily, as he eases his cock into the metal ring. It's already warmed and slicked by Ren's mouth, and Ren's tongue flicks upward as Hux grasps the back of his head and starts to thrust; whether in attempted protest or not, it's hard to tell, but the end result is the same, and he does after all look rather attractive on his knees with his mouth strapped open for Hux's cock.
“Good work, Ren.” Hux keeps stroking him, his throat and his shoulders and his chest, all those seldom-seen parts of him beginning to flush pink with shame and exertion and Hux can tell he's straining against the gag, trying to force his jaws together. Tears and saliva glaze his upturned face, drip slowly from his chin.