Warnings for total and mutual ignorance of good BDSM practices, SSC and aftercare, leading to really bad etiquette, dom drop, some sub drop, bad communication, etc. These are some of my pet issues, so thanks for the cool prompt, OP!
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When Hux entered the room, Kylo immediately slammed him against the wall and started biting at his mouth. Hux made an indignant sound and pushed back against Kylo’s chest. Kylo growled, but backed off just enough to let Hux speak.
‘Close your kriffing door, you thug,’ Hux spat.
Kylo waved a hand and his door made a screeching sound as it was pulled shut against its usual programing.
Hux glared at him. ‘If you’ve broken anything—’
Kylo didn’t bother pointing out that it was his room. He was more interested in sinking his teeth into Hux’s neck and tugging at his starched, impeccable uniform. Hux seized Kylo’s arms and dug his fingers into the meat of his biceps. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Hux demanded.
Kylo let out a long breath and rested his forehead against Hux’s. ‘Training has been difficult lately. Either let me take it out on you or leave. I’m not in the mood to be subtle.’
Hux considered his options. ‘As if you’re ever capable of subtlety.’ He sighed. ‘Fine. Keep the marks below the collar and you’d better be prepared for turnabout the next time I have a difficult day on the bridge.’
‘Done,’ Kylo said, not even needing to think about it.
Hux helped shrug off his uniform jacket and Kylo barely had the patience to not tear at the shirt underneath. When Hux’s chest was bare, Kylo took a moment to map out his torso with his teeth and tongue. He reached for the fastenings on Hux’s pants. Hux batted his hands out of the way.
‘Careful,’ Hux admonished. He bent down to remove his shoes and socks while Kylo hovered impatiently above. It would be so much faster to wreck his clothes and pull any remaining tatters off with the Force. Kylo’s emotions were running strong with rage and the shadow of remembered pain from the Supreme Leader’s teachings. It would be easy to access the dark side like this and take what he wanted. Hux was no match for him physically. They both knew it.
‘You can stop staring at me like you’re wondering where to strike the death-blow,’ Hux said as he straightened up, now fully naked. ‘And you can start shedding those ridiculous layers whenever you’re ready.’
‘No,’ Kylo said simply.
Hux stared at him for a moment with his jaw clenched. ‘Fine,’ he said.
Kylo gestured toward the bed. ‘Lie down. I want to take my time with you.’
‘Because you definitely have the patience for that,’ Hux mocked, but he went over without further protest and stretched out on his back.
Kylo stalked over to him and settled on the bed, straddling Hux’s torso. He sat forward enough that he wasn’t even brushing against Hux’s half-hard cock. Kylo also settled his awareness against Hux’s mind. It was reflexive when the dark side was running hot and deep through his bones. Pressing forward against the sheer surface of Hux’s mental shields was pleasant. Fleeting emotions and impressions filtered through to him, but that was all. More importantly, Hux’s core was reassuringly solid.
Kylo planted a hand in the centre of Hux’s chest and leaned forward for a kiss. True to his word, Kylo kept it light and gentle, a bare brush of lips. Hux made an impatient sound and wrapped his arms around Kylo, digging his fingers into the layers of his robes. He also slid a thigh between Kylo’s legs to press against his crotch. Kylo bit him lightly in response before channelling enough Force power to pin Hux’s wrists to the bed and hold his legs still.
Hux immediately pushed back against the intangible restraints. It was probably reflexive.
‘Ren…’ Hux warned in a low voice.
‘I told you I wanted to take this slow,’ Kylo pointed out. ‘Stop fighting me for once and just relax.’
‘Because it’s so easy to relax when I’m being held down by something I can’t even see.’
‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ Kylo scoffed. ‘It’s not like there’s anything you could do to stop me anyway.’
Hux rolled his eyes. ‘That’s not exactly reassuring. Though coming from you, it almost could be.’ He’d stopped struggling, but tension coiled in his limbs where the Force held him down. Kylo frowned and started pressing feather-light kisses to Hux’s jaw and neck. Hux might have had more patience, but Kylo knew himself to have the stronger will. It was an inevitability of dark side power. He wanted to go slowly and that’s exactly how this encounter would go.
Kylo worked slowly and methodically, keeping his touches light, brushing against tense muscles and sensitive skin. Then gradually, fractionally, Hux started to relax. He sank back against the bed, allowing the Force to hold him. The edges of his mind became less sharp, though no less firm.
Then Kylo drew a breathy sound from Hux by running his teeth down Hux’s ribs with the lightest pressure. Victory. Kylo smirked against Hux’s skin and went back up his body to kiss him again. Hux was languid now, and his kiss was unhurried and indulgent.
‘Good?’ Kylo asked when he drew back for a breath.
Hux blinked. ‘Yes.’ He blinked again, like he was having trouble focusing.
Kylo smiled as a sense of satisfaction rose in him. He rarely got to hold this kind of power over Hux. Usually if he wanted to win, it had to be a physical victory. All it took was a bit of leverage and he could have Hux pinned without even resorting to the Force. In contrast, Hux’s victories came from his little mind games, rather than proper brute strength.
However, occasionally losing to Hux did keep things interesting. In victory, Hux’s painstaking attention to detail became admirably cruel, and his vicious smile often sent heat coiling through Kylo’s body. Hux was inventive and it was almost always worthwhile listening to his ideas when he got that distant, thoughtful look in his eyes.
Right now, of course, Kylo was in control, and it wasn’t just overwhelming strength that had got him here. Hux was responsive and accepting beneath him and Kylo wanted to push to find out just how far that could go.
Kylo moved down the bed until he was between Hux’s legs. It was gratifying when Hux tracked the movement a beat too slowly. The glazed look in his eyes made it even better. Hux’s mind seemed to have turned somewhat inward and there was a sense of something complex, densely compressed.
Kylo dismissed the line of thought in favour of bending down to run his tongue over Hux’s erection. It was the first time he’d touched it since they’d started and Hux twisted and groaned. His cock must have been aching by now. Kylo drew back slightly and blew a cool breath against the path he’d just licked. Hux actually whimpered at that. Kylo gave a sharp smile in response. He ran his fingertips lightly around the flushed head, before lazily stroking the shaft. He pulled back again.
‘Beg me,’ Kylo said, a hint of playfulness entering his tone. He didn’t expect much, maybe an eye-roll and a sarcastic ‘please’. That was about the extent of what he’d ever managed to coax from Hux. Instead he was surprised when Hux made an odd noise, high in his throat, and shook his head. He wasn’t even attempting to strain against the Force-bonds.
Kylo laughed and gave him another lick. This time he also sucked at the head before withdrawing again. ‘Oh come on, you’re clearly desperate for it. I’ll give you what you want, you just have to ask.’
Hux’s eyes had slid closed and he shuddered at Kylo’s words. He stayed stubbornly silent though. Typical. Anger rose in Kylo, hard and fast, the residues of his training clinging to his emotions. He knew he was bleeding it into the Force, probably right against the edges of Hux’s mind.
‘Beg!’ he ordered.
Hux’s eyes flew open and his gaze latched onto Kylo’s. ‘Please,’ he gasped, ‘please, please touch me, please let me come, Kylo. Whatever you want. Tell me what to do. Please. Anything!’
Kylo recoiled as if he’d been burned. It wasn’t the litany of pleas, though that was disquieting enough. No, what distressed Kylo was the sudden and complete absence of Hux’s mental shielding. The solid surface of his mind was now a diffuse mess of feelings and impulses. Kylo felt as if he could fall into that emptiness. The worst part was Hux had laid himself open, putting himself at Kylo’s mercy. Breaking through so completely was impossible without the other person’s cooperation. Even torture didn’t expose someone like this.
‘What the fuck are you doing, Hux?’ Kylo demanded, trying to keep the edge of panic out of his voice.
Hux blinked slowly at him, licked his lips. ‘I don’t know. You should. You should tell me what to do.’
Kylo bared his teeth in a sneer. ‘Put your shields back up!’
Kylo’s emotions rolled unpleasantly in his mind. He’d wanted to win and having Hux practically begging to be ordered around was good. But this was too far. There was no way Kylo could trust himself with something as fragile as an unshielded mind. More than that, Hux’s attitude had completely shifted and Kylo had no idea what to do with that.
Kylo dissolved the Force-bonds around Hux’s limbs and stood up from the bed. ‘I’m not going to do anything while you’re like this. Fix it!’
Hux flinched again, but didn’t get up, as if the Force was still holding him down. ‘I don’t understand, I’m sorry.’ Hux’s tone was like nothing Kylo had heard before, the pleading, the uncertainty… that strange set of emotions churned in Kylo’s gut again. Without further words, Kylo crossed his room toward the door.
‘Please don’t go!’ Hux said, with panic in his voice.
Kylo flinched, but got out of there. The absurdity of fleeing from his own quarters was not lost on him. Despite everything, he was still half-hard and filled with the echoes of his recent training. He made his way to the training rooms. Kylo wanted to tear something apart.
The stormtroopers and officers that were using the facility scattered when he arrived. He wasn’t wearing his helmet and they probably recognised it as a bad sign. As soon as they were all gone, Kylo drew his lightsaber. His breath released in a long exhale as the blade sprang to life beneath his hand. Then he started systematically taking the room apart as the dark side welled hot and strong inside him.
He hadn’t abandoned Hux. It was Hux’s own kriffing fault. Leaving himself open like that was unacceptable. Just what had he been trying to pull? Kylo’s skin felt too tight and he itched for something he couldn’t put into words. Maybe he was just frustrated by stopping so suddenly in the midst of sex.
Hux’s plea for him to stay at the end kept replaying through Kylo’s mind. He’d easily felt the strength of the emotions behind it, considering Hux’s complete lack of shielding. Those ugly feelings were nestled in the back of Kylo’s mind and he couldn’t seem to shed them.
Kylo’s lips peeled back from his teeth. He set about hacking apart another piece of training equipment and ignored the weird feeling that made his throat feel tight and unpleasant.
Fill: Kylo/Hux, D/s accidental subspace (1/3)
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When Hux entered the room, Kylo immediately slammed him against the wall and started biting at his mouth. Hux made an indignant sound and pushed back against Kylo’s chest. Kylo growled, but backed off just enough to let Hux speak.
‘Close your kriffing door, you thug,’ Hux spat.
Kylo waved a hand and his door made a screeching sound as it was pulled shut against its usual programing.
Hux glared at him. ‘If you’ve broken anything—’
Kylo didn’t bother pointing out that it was his room. He was more interested in sinking his teeth into Hux’s neck and tugging at his starched, impeccable uniform. Hux seized Kylo’s arms and dug his fingers into the meat of his biceps. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Hux demanded.
Kylo let out a long breath and rested his forehead against Hux’s. ‘Training has been difficult lately. Either let me take it out on you or leave. I’m not in the mood to be subtle.’
Hux considered his options. ‘As if you’re ever capable of subtlety.’ He sighed. ‘Fine. Keep the marks below the collar and you’d better be prepared for turnabout the next time I have a difficult day on the bridge.’
‘Done,’ Kylo said, not even needing to think about it.
Hux helped shrug off his uniform jacket and Kylo barely had the patience to not tear at the shirt underneath. When Hux’s chest was bare, Kylo took a moment to map out his torso with his teeth and tongue. He reached for the fastenings on Hux’s pants. Hux batted his hands out of the way.
‘Careful,’ Hux admonished. He bent down to remove his shoes and socks while Kylo hovered impatiently above. It would be so much faster to wreck his clothes and pull any remaining tatters off with the Force. Kylo’s emotions were running strong with rage and the shadow of remembered pain from the Supreme Leader’s teachings. It would be easy to access the dark side like this and take what he wanted. Hux was no match for him physically. They both knew it.
‘You can stop staring at me like you’re wondering where to strike the death-blow,’ Hux said as he straightened up, now fully naked. ‘And you can start shedding those ridiculous layers whenever you’re ready.’
‘No,’ Kylo said simply.
Hux stared at him for a moment with his jaw clenched. ‘Fine,’ he said.
Kylo gestured toward the bed. ‘Lie down. I want to take my time with you.’
‘Because you definitely have the patience for that,’ Hux mocked, but he went over without further protest and stretched out on his back.
Kylo stalked over to him and settled on the bed, straddling Hux’s torso. He sat forward enough that he wasn’t even brushing against Hux’s half-hard cock. Kylo also settled his awareness against Hux’s mind. It was reflexive when the dark side was running hot and deep through his bones. Pressing forward against the sheer surface of Hux’s mental shields was pleasant. Fleeting emotions and impressions filtered through to him, but that was all. More importantly, Hux’s core was reassuringly solid.
Kylo planted a hand in the centre of Hux’s chest and leaned forward for a kiss. True to his word, Kylo kept it light and gentle, a bare brush of lips. Hux made an impatient sound and wrapped his arms around Kylo, digging his fingers into the layers of his robes. He also slid a thigh between Kylo’s legs to press against his crotch. Kylo bit him lightly in response before channelling enough Force power to pin Hux’s wrists to the bed and hold his legs still.
Hux immediately pushed back against the intangible restraints. It was probably reflexive.
‘Ren…’ Hux warned in a low voice.
‘I told you I wanted to take this slow,’ Kylo pointed out. ‘Stop fighting me for once and just relax.’
‘Because it’s so easy to relax when I’m being held down by something I can’t even see.’
‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ Kylo scoffed. ‘It’s not like there’s anything you could do to stop me anyway.’
Hux rolled his eyes. ‘That’s not exactly reassuring. Though coming from you, it almost could be.’ He’d stopped struggling, but tension coiled in his limbs where the Force held him down. Kylo frowned and started pressing feather-light kisses to Hux’s jaw and neck. Hux might have had more patience, but Kylo knew himself to have the stronger will. It was an inevitability of dark side power. He wanted to go slowly and that’s exactly how this encounter would go.
Kylo worked slowly and methodically, keeping his touches light, brushing against tense muscles and sensitive skin. Then gradually, fractionally, Hux started to relax. He sank back against the bed, allowing the Force to hold him. The edges of his mind became less sharp, though no less firm.
Then Kylo drew a breathy sound from Hux by running his teeth down Hux’s ribs with the lightest pressure. Victory. Kylo smirked against Hux’s skin and went back up his body to kiss him again. Hux was languid now, and his kiss was unhurried and indulgent.
‘Good?’ Kylo asked when he drew back for a breath.
Hux blinked. ‘Yes.’ He blinked again, like he was having trouble focusing.
Kylo smiled as a sense of satisfaction rose in him. He rarely got to hold this kind of power over Hux. Usually if he wanted to win, it had to be a physical victory. All it took was a bit of leverage and he could have Hux pinned without even resorting to the Force. In contrast, Hux’s victories came from his little mind games, rather than proper brute strength.
However, occasionally losing to Hux did keep things interesting. In victory, Hux’s painstaking attention to detail became admirably cruel, and his vicious smile often sent heat coiling through Kylo’s body. Hux was inventive and it was almost always worthwhile listening to his ideas when he got that distant, thoughtful look in his eyes.
Right now, of course, Kylo was in control, and it wasn’t just overwhelming strength that had got him here. Hux was responsive and accepting beneath him and Kylo wanted to push to find out just how far that could go.
Kylo moved down the bed until he was between Hux’s legs. It was gratifying when Hux tracked the movement a beat too slowly. The glazed look in his eyes made it even better. Hux’s mind seemed to have turned somewhat inward and there was a sense of something complex, densely compressed.
Kylo dismissed the line of thought in favour of bending down to run his tongue over Hux’s erection. It was the first time he’d touched it since they’d started and Hux twisted and groaned. His cock must have been aching by now. Kylo drew back slightly and blew a cool breath against the path he’d just licked. Hux actually whimpered at that. Kylo gave a sharp smile in response. He ran his fingertips lightly around the flushed head, before lazily stroking the shaft. He pulled back again.
‘Beg me,’ Kylo said, a hint of playfulness entering his tone. He didn’t expect much, maybe an eye-roll and a sarcastic ‘please’. That was about the extent of what he’d ever managed to coax from Hux. Instead he was surprised when Hux made an odd noise, high in his throat, and shook his head. He wasn’t even attempting to strain against the Force-bonds.
Kylo laughed and gave him another lick. This time he also sucked at the head before withdrawing again. ‘Oh come on, you’re clearly desperate for it. I’ll give you what you want, you just have to ask.’
Hux’s eyes had slid closed and he shuddered at Kylo’s words. He stayed stubbornly silent though. Typical. Anger rose in Kylo, hard and fast, the residues of his training clinging to his emotions. He knew he was bleeding it into the Force, probably right against the edges of Hux’s mind.
‘Beg!’ he ordered.
Hux’s eyes flew open and his gaze latched onto Kylo’s. ‘Please,’ he gasped, ‘please, please touch me, please let me come, Kylo. Whatever you want. Tell me what to do. Please. Anything!’
Kylo recoiled as if he’d been burned. It wasn’t the litany of pleas, though that was disquieting enough. No, what distressed Kylo was the sudden and complete absence of Hux’s mental shielding. The solid surface of his mind was now a diffuse mess of feelings and impulses. Kylo felt as if he could fall into that emptiness. The worst part was Hux had laid himself open, putting himself at Kylo’s mercy. Breaking through so completely was impossible without the other person’s cooperation. Even torture didn’t expose someone like this.
‘What the fuck are you doing, Hux?’ Kylo demanded, trying to keep the edge of panic out of his voice.
Hux blinked slowly at him, licked his lips. ‘I don’t know. You should. You should tell me what to do.’
Kylo bared his teeth in a sneer. ‘Put your shields back up!’
Hux flinched at Kylo’s words. ‘I don’t know. I’m sorry, what? Sorry.’
Kylo’s emotions rolled unpleasantly in his mind. He’d wanted to win and having Hux practically begging to be ordered around was good. But this was too far. There was no way Kylo could trust himself with something as fragile as an unshielded mind. More than that, Hux’s attitude had completely shifted and Kylo had no idea what to do with that.
Kylo dissolved the Force-bonds around Hux’s limbs and stood up from the bed. ‘I’m not going to do anything while you’re like this. Fix it!’
Hux flinched again, but didn’t get up, as if the Force was still holding him down. ‘I don’t understand, I’m sorry.’ Hux’s tone was like nothing Kylo had heard before, the pleading, the uncertainty… that strange set of emotions churned in Kylo’s gut again. Without further words, Kylo crossed his room toward the door.
‘Please don’t go!’ Hux said, with panic in his voice.
Kylo flinched, but got out of there. The absurdity of fleeing from his own quarters was not lost on him. Despite everything, he was still half-hard and filled with the echoes of his recent training. He made his way to the training rooms. Kylo wanted to tear something apart.
The stormtroopers and officers that were using the facility scattered when he arrived. He wasn’t wearing his helmet and they probably recognised it as a bad sign. As soon as they were all gone, Kylo drew his lightsaber. His breath released in a long exhale as the blade sprang to life beneath his hand. Then he started systematically taking the room apart as the dark side welled hot and strong inside him.
He hadn’t abandoned Hux. It was Hux’s own kriffing fault. Leaving himself open like that was unacceptable. Just what had he been trying to pull? Kylo’s skin felt too tight and he itched for something he couldn’t put into words. Maybe he was just frustrated by stopping so suddenly in the midst of sex.
Hux’s plea for him to stay at the end kept replaying through Kylo’s mind. He’d easily felt the strength of the emotions behind it, considering Hux’s complete lack of shielding. Those ugly feelings were nestled in the back of Kylo’s mind and he couldn’t seem to shed them.
Kylo’s lips peeled back from his teeth. He set about hacking apart another piece of training equipment and ignored the weird feeling that made his throat feel tight and unpleasant.
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