Privacy on a Resurgence-class Star Destroyer was hard to come by with every hall, deck, and bay practically coated with cameras and sensors. Even if you could find a blind spot between all the security measures, chances were it wasn't comfortable in the slightest.
Hux's General quarters were both things, which made it perfect for secret meetings such as this. The general sat on the edge of his bed with the master of the Knights of Ren tucked neatly between his knees, ungloved hands carding through the Force-user's hair and drawing out all manner of weak little noises.
"One day I'll record that and pressure you with it next time you go for a console with your sabre out," Hux smirked, looping a thick strand around his finger and letting it slide against his skin.
"Do that and the console will be the least of your worries," Ren replied, tilting his head further back to glare at the grinning general.
"Of course I wouldn't Ren, leverage such as that would incriminate both parties and then where would we be?" the loop slipped free of his nimble fingers and Hux resumed scraping his nails from hairline to crown, losing his pale digits in dark waves of hair. Ren hummed and sighed, wriggling a little against the ginger's legs.
"A gentle General with a Force-user fond of headrubs," Ren snorted, "The Resistance will be quaking in their boots," Hux stifled a giggle, generals as a rule didn't giggle. With practiced movements he separated three locks of dark hair and started twisting them together, picking up more hair from the sides with every twist.
"You doing more of that hair knotting business again?" Hux could practically hear the knight raise his eyebrow with his question.
"Yes, and it's not knotting, it's braiding and it's quite a dignified practice," Hux sniffed, "The women of my home planet have braided their hair for ages to signify all manner of things,"
"And what significance have you 'braided'," Kylo Ren's arms came up under Hux's legs, first and middle fingers curling in quotation marks before dropping again, "Into the unruly mass you call my hair this time?"
Truth be told Hux had been only braiding a single meaningless gather-braid to keep the Force-user's hair out of his eyes under his bucket of a helm, instead he smirked and teased.
"Oh it's a braid reserved for maidens, unwed and pure of heart, awaiting an offer from a gentleman for her hand in marriage," Hux sighed, tone syrup-sweet. With a grumble Ren reached up and yanked his finger through the braid, undoing the general's work before tilting his head back to shoot the ginger another dark glower.
"Liar," Ren accused, wrinkling his nose.
"I am not," Hux retorted with mock indignation, "What kind of good General would lie so boldly?"
"The ginger ones named Hux," the knight teased back, sticking out his tongue. Hux scoffed and smiled, once again running his fingers through Ren's hair. The force-user sat quietly for a moment, then reached up, jostling Hux's knee along the way, and brushed a fingertip against a stray strand of red hair that had broken free of Hux's structured style.
"It must be nice having hair like yours," he murmured.
"What, having a target for a hair colour?" the general sniffed.
"No, it lies flat to your head and it stays put when you comb it," Hux leaned forward a little more for Ren, relishing the feeling of the Force-user's long fingers breaking the structured crest of pomade and product that held the ginger's bangs at bay. "It's shiny too, looks nice,"
"Trust me there's far more than a good comb keeping this thin mess in place," Hux pretended he didn't hear the last comment even though his ears did tint a little. His hands started twisting Ren's hair into a braid again, absorbed in how the knight's thick hair slid against his fingers and palm.
"I prefer yours to be honest," Ren tilted his head up to give the ginger room to move his hands, "Without product my hair goes all limp, yours has shape to it, even after you wear that bucket on your hair for an hour,"
"It's not a bucket it's a helm," Ren snapped.
"Hush, it's a bucket any you know it," Hux gave the stub of the braid he was making a little tug. "Not to mention it's by far a less conspicuous colour than the Hux family red,"
"Is that what they're calling that hue now?" the knight smirked, once again he could hear Ren's expression in his words, "I thought they just called it 'blushing furiously' but things change,"
"Oh would you be quiet," Hux thumped a knee into Ren's shoulder, barely bothering the knight as he laughed.
Re: Hux/Kylo Ren - Hair play
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Privacy on a Resurgence-class Star Destroyer was hard to come by with every hall, deck, and bay practically coated with cameras and sensors. Even if you could find a blind spot between all the security measures, chances were it wasn't comfortable in the slightest.
Hux's General quarters were both things, which made it perfect for secret meetings such as this. The general sat on the edge of his bed with the master of the Knights of Ren tucked neatly between his knees, ungloved hands carding through the Force-user's hair and drawing out all manner of weak little noises.
"One day I'll record that and pressure you with it next time you go for a console with your sabre out," Hux smirked, looping a thick strand around his finger and letting it slide against his skin.
"Do that and the console will be the least of your worries," Ren replied, tilting his head further back to glare at the grinning general.
"Of course I wouldn't Ren, leverage such as that would incriminate both parties and then where would we be?" the loop slipped free of his nimble fingers and Hux resumed scraping his nails from hairline to crown, losing his pale digits in dark waves of hair. Ren hummed and sighed, wriggling a little against the ginger's legs.
"A gentle General with a Force-user fond of headrubs," Ren snorted, "The Resistance will be quaking in their boots," Hux stifled a giggle, generals as a rule didn't giggle. With practiced movements he separated three locks of dark hair and started twisting them together, picking up more hair from the sides with every twist.
"You doing more of that hair knotting business again?" Hux could practically hear the knight raise his eyebrow with his question.
"Yes, and it's not knotting, it's braiding and it's quite a dignified practice," Hux sniffed, "The women of my home planet have braided their hair for ages to signify all manner of things,"
"And what significance have you 'braided'," Kylo Ren's arms came up under Hux's legs, first and middle fingers curling in quotation marks before dropping again, "Into the unruly mass you call my hair this time?"
Truth be told Hux had been only braiding a single meaningless gather-braid to keep the Force-user's hair out of his eyes under his bucket of a helm, instead he smirked and teased.
"Oh it's a braid reserved for maidens, unwed and pure of heart, awaiting an offer from a gentleman for her hand in marriage," Hux sighed, tone syrup-sweet. With a grumble Ren reached up and yanked his finger through the braid, undoing the general's work before tilting his head back to shoot the ginger another dark glower.
"Liar," Ren accused, wrinkling his nose.
"I am not," Hux retorted with mock indignation, "What kind of good General would lie so boldly?"
"The ginger ones named Hux," the knight teased back, sticking out his tongue. Hux scoffed and smiled, once again running his fingers through Ren's hair. The force-user sat quietly for a moment, then reached up, jostling Hux's knee along the way, and brushed a fingertip against a stray strand of red hair that had broken free of Hux's structured style.
"It must be nice having hair like yours," he murmured.
"What, having a target for a hair colour?" the general sniffed.
"No, it lies flat to your head and it stays put when you comb it," Hux leaned forward a little more for Ren, relishing the feeling of the Force-user's long fingers breaking the structured crest of pomade and product that held the ginger's bangs at bay. "It's shiny too, looks nice,"
"Trust me there's far more than a good comb keeping this thin mess in place," Hux pretended he didn't hear the last comment even though his ears did tint a little. His hands started twisting Ren's hair into a braid again, absorbed in how the knight's thick hair slid against his fingers and palm.
"I prefer yours to be honest," Ren tilted his head up to give the ginger room to move his hands, "Without product my hair goes all limp, yours has shape to it, even after you wear that bucket on your hair for an hour,"
"It's not a bucket it's a helm," Ren snapped.
"Hush, it's a bucket any you know it," Hux gave the stub of the braid he was making a little tug. "Not to mention it's by far a less conspicuous colour than the Hux family red,"
"Is that what they're calling that hue now?" the knight smirked, once again he could hear Ren's expression in his words, "I thought they just called it 'blushing furiously' but things change,"
"Oh would you be quiet," Hux thumped a knee into Ren's shoulder, barely bothering the knight as he laughed.