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.
Fill: Hux/Kylo Ren, crossdressing 2/2
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.