Hux can tell when his heat is coming and relishes it. The one time of month he gets time off. Quality time, with Kylo drawn close to him and endearingly eager to please. It's heady and decadent to be sprawled in his bed, silk sheets, naked and adored, and he loves it.
He rolls his shoulders and stretches just to feel the fabric against his bare flesh and test how far into his heat he is. His skin feels a little tighter and more sensitive, and when Kylo lifts his head to look at him [adoringly] his eyes zero in on the bend of his neck and he aches to put bitten bruises just below where his collar [plain black, softest leather this side of the galaxy] rests. But he's not desperate. Not yet.
Hm. It would appear he's some time yet before he pins Kylo against the bed and makes him nearly cry with desperation. Before he rides him with the sole purpose of getting himself off and sneers, in turn, about how what really gets Kylo going is being used. Being good and giving Hux his knot, his come, with deep, slow rolls of his hips and a reverant expression.
So he plans to make the most of it. Stroking down Kylo's nape just to see gooseflesh prickle his arms. Casually pushing fingers into his mouth as they relax and watch a movie on the holopad, blatantly ignoring how it gets Kylo so hard that his prick leaves little puddle of precome on his tummy. He gives the absolute best head when he's sweetly desperate and Hux knows exactly which buttons to press to get him there.
He pulls his fingers free and reaches to rub them over Kylo's nipple, featherlight, until he pinches. Kylo keens and presses a kiss to his forearm.
"Please." he whispers, and Hux deigns to kiss him but shakes his head. Like he said. Eager. It'd be such a shame to rush.
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A/N: aaaaah this is such a good prompt, i really hope this is what you were looking for authoranon <3 <3
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He rolls his shoulders and stretches just to feel the fabric against his bare flesh and test how far into his heat he is. His skin feels a little tighter and more sensitive, and when Kylo lifts his head to look at him [adoringly] his eyes zero in on the bend of his neck and he aches to put bitten bruises just below where his collar [plain black, softest leather this side of the galaxy] rests. But he's not desperate. Not yet.
Hm. It would appear he's some time yet before he pins Kylo against the bed and makes him nearly cry with desperation. Before he rides him with the sole purpose of getting himself off and sneers, in turn, about how what really gets Kylo going is being used. Being good and giving Hux his knot, his come, with deep, slow rolls of his hips and a reverant expression.
So he plans to make the most of it. Stroking down Kylo's nape just to see gooseflesh prickle his arms. Casually pushing fingers into his mouth as they relax and watch a movie on the holopad, blatantly ignoring how it gets Kylo so hard that his prick leaves little puddle of precome on his tummy. He gives the absolute best head when he's sweetly desperate and Hux knows exactly which buttons to press to get him there.
He pulls his fingers free and reaches to rub them over Kylo's nipple, featherlight, until he pinches. Kylo keens and presses a kiss to his forearm.
"Please." he whispers, and Hux deigns to kiss him but shakes his head. Like he said. Eager. It'd be such a shame to rush.
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A/N: aaaaah this is such a good prompt, i really hope this is what you were looking for authoranon <3 <3