(WARNING this is fixin' to get weirdly hurt/comfort-y)
“Now take his cock in your mouth. Slowly, like that, look at him, show him you appreciate it...” Snoke has his hands on Ren now, his twisted bony fingers clutching and stroking and fondling, rubbing Ren's inner thighs, brushing lightly against his cock which just hangs there uselessly.
Hux looks down at Ren, meeting his eyes as Ren's reddened lips slide around his cock. He can't deny that he's imagined this; Ren forced to his knees, mouth slack and head bobbing, letting out little indignant whimpers around his mouthful of Hux's flesh. Hux has both hands in Ren's hair now, guiding his head, holding him in place as he whines in useless protest, Snoke still feeling up his ass and thighs. As Hux watches, Snoke slips two crooked fingers inside Ren and starts to fuck him like that; no coaxing, no gentleness, no lubrication, just spreading him apart and plunging into him, rough and careless enough to make him bleed. There's actual blood on Snoke's fingers, and this only adds to Hux's satisfaction as he grasps Ren's throat and thrusts into his mouth. Ren's begun to choke on him, but Hux doesn't stop. Ren's eyes are streaming, his body trembling with muffled sobs. He's trying to suppress them, making an effort not to weep out loud, although he'd hardly be able to with Hux holding him tightly by the throat and pistoning into his open mouth.
When he comes, Hux slaps Ren's face again; and again, because it felt so good, and Ren is still choking around him, struggling to swallow his release.
“You look like a whore now.” Hux trails his fingers through the mess of come dribbling down Ren's chin and smears it over his parted lips. The expression on Ren's face now is divided between loathing and resignation, and for once Hux relishes the hateful gaze, the visibly simmering rage in Ren's eyes. “You can speak, Ren. Tell me how you like being my whore.”
Ren says nothing, just spits on Hux's trouser leg, still meeting his eyes levelly as Snoke continues to finger him without the slightest bit of consideration, and Hux can't really tell what Snoke is thinking or feeling behind that immobile reptilian face but he seems to relish causing Ren pain, thrusting in too hard and too fast and too thick, tearing at the delicate flesh with his fingers preparatory to actually sticking his cock in Ren which is something Hux never thought he would have to witness.
“Speak, boy,” Snoke says, punctuating the words with a vicious open-handed slap to Ren's outthrust ass, but still Ren refuses. Hux begins to feel the first twinges of regret when Snoke unfastens his robes and pulls out his cock, which is grayish and scabbed and scarred like the rest of him, and he digs his fingers into Ren's sides, keeping him trapped as he mounts and fucks him; still dry, still hard, lubricated only by the slow seep of Ren's blood.
Hux finds himself speaking softly to Ren, trying to comfort him, stroking his face and hair with paradoxical gentleness as he watches Snoke rape him from behind, and it seems like Snoke will never have his fill and his cock is too thick and heavy and Ren can no longer suppress his sobs and yowls of pain. Tears mingle with traces of Hux's come on his face, and Hux-- he's in a weird floating state where it feels like he's no longer in control of his actions- takes a handkerchief from his pocket and swabs at the sticky mess, still speaking to Ren as if it pains him to see Snoke using him like this.
“Easy there. You poor thing. It's all right, now, it'll be over soon, you'll see.” Snoke doesn't notice Hux's blasphemy, doesn't hear him speaking sweetly to Ren. Something about seeing Ren like this, watching him tremble and weep and bite down as best he can on his cries of agony, breaks parts of Hux's heart that he hadn't known could break. And the odd thing is, he still wants to make Ren suffer.
Re: Hux/Kylo - Snoke/Kylo - Slavery- FILL part 3
“Now take his cock in your mouth. Slowly, like that, look at him, show him you appreciate it...” Snoke has his hands on Ren now, his twisted bony fingers clutching and stroking and fondling, rubbing Ren's inner thighs, brushing lightly against his cock which just hangs there uselessly.
Hux looks down at Ren, meeting his eyes as Ren's reddened lips slide around his cock. He can't deny that he's imagined this; Ren forced to his knees, mouth slack and head bobbing, letting out little indignant whimpers around his mouthful of Hux's flesh. Hux has both hands in Ren's hair now, guiding his head, holding him in place as he whines in useless protest, Snoke still feeling up his ass and thighs. As Hux watches, Snoke slips two crooked fingers inside Ren and starts to fuck him like that; no coaxing, no gentleness, no lubrication, just spreading him apart and plunging into him, rough and careless enough to make him bleed. There's actual blood on Snoke's fingers, and this only adds to Hux's satisfaction as he grasps Ren's throat and thrusts into his mouth. Ren's begun to choke on him, but Hux doesn't stop. Ren's eyes are streaming, his body trembling with muffled sobs. He's trying to suppress them, making an effort not to weep out loud, although he'd hardly be able to with Hux holding him tightly by the throat and pistoning into his open mouth.
When he comes, Hux slaps Ren's face again; and again, because it felt so good, and Ren is still choking around him, struggling to swallow his release.
“You look like a whore now.” Hux trails his fingers through the mess of come dribbling down Ren's chin and smears it over his parted lips. The expression on Ren's face now is divided between loathing and resignation, and for once Hux relishes the hateful gaze, the visibly simmering rage in Ren's eyes. “You can speak, Ren. Tell me how you like being my whore.”
Ren says nothing, just spits on Hux's trouser leg, still meeting his eyes levelly as Snoke continues to finger him without the slightest bit of consideration, and Hux can't really tell what Snoke is thinking or feeling behind that immobile reptilian face but he seems to relish causing Ren pain, thrusting in too hard and too fast and too thick, tearing at the delicate flesh with his fingers preparatory to actually sticking his cock in Ren which is something Hux never thought he would have to witness.
“Speak, boy,” Snoke says, punctuating the words with a vicious open-handed slap to Ren's outthrust ass, but still Ren refuses. Hux begins to feel the first twinges of regret when Snoke unfastens his robes and pulls out his cock, which is grayish and scabbed and scarred like the rest of him, and he digs his fingers into Ren's sides, keeping him trapped as he mounts and fucks him; still dry, still hard, lubricated only by the slow seep of Ren's blood.
Hux finds himself speaking softly to Ren, trying to comfort him, stroking his face and hair with paradoxical gentleness as he watches Snoke rape him from behind, and it seems like Snoke will never have his fill and his cock is too thick and heavy and Ren can no longer suppress his sobs and yowls of pain. Tears mingle with traces of Hux's come on his face, and Hux-- he's in a weird floating state where it feels like he's no longer in control of his actions- takes a handkerchief from his pocket and swabs at the sticky mess, still speaking to Ren as if it pains him to see Snoke using him like this.
“Easy there. You poor thing. It's all right, now, it'll be over soon, you'll see.” Snoke doesn't notice Hux's blasphemy, doesn't hear him speaking sweetly to Ren. Something about seeing Ren like this, watching him tremble and weep and bite down as best he can on his cries of agony, breaks parts of Hux's heart that he hadn't known could break. And the odd thing is, he still wants to make Ren suffer.