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Kylo is obsessed with having Hux's cum in him.

+Hux would rather wear a condom because it makes cleanup easier but Kylo makes the compromise worth his while
++++Dirty talk about how good and full Hux is going to make his sweet boy
+++++++++++Hux slaps Kylo's ass after he's finished in him just to hear Kylo's little hitched noise as some cum leaks out

S E C O N D E D

Fill him up, general!

WELL GOOD MORNING TO ME

A+ subject line and A+ prompt ugh kylo begging to be filled up uggghghg

Yes please

Also "Starkiller's Next Top Bottom"=perfection

OP here, and thank you both! I was inspired by that "How to be America's Next Top Bottom", specifically: "Tops are demons, don’t let them sin inside you."

Kylo wants that sin in him. He wants it so, so bad.

I want this so bad.

Hux digs his nails into Kylo's thighs as he rolls his hips agonisingly slowly, sinking into him. It's such a heady, amplified feeling, now that they're not using protection. He shudders hard enough that he jerks a little - a sharp, short thrust of his hips - and Kylo makes a truly sinful pleased noise. A ragged exhale and an -ah! God. He's gorgeous.

Hux rakes his nails down his back. He wants to make him fucking beg for his come today.

Not that it'll be difficult.

"You need to hurry up." he says nastily. "I've a meeting in 15, and unless you still want to make me late I'd get on with what you're good for."

Kylo laughs deleriously.

"Don't care about your fucking job." he pants. "Just want your come."

"You slut." Hux replies, teeth biting into his lip to stop the whimper he can feel climbing up his throat. "Bet you'd take anyone." He sets the pace of his hips to short, snapping thrusts, gooseflesh prickling at his skin. They've been at this for the best part of an hour, goading each other.

"Mmmf-no!" Kylo whines. "Not-not anyone. Just you, just yours. I'm just yours." He clenches down and arches his back as he says it and the shock of want hearing it, say that he's his, makes Hux want to be tender with him. Take him to bed properly and get him off over and over until he's crying and marked up with bites and squirming.

He looks at the clock. Fuck. He'll settle for the next best thing.

Hux leans over him until they're pressed together completely, Kylo's pale, ink-splotchy back against Hux's chest. There's not even room for him to fuck him. Just held as deep as he can get and grinding into him desperately.

"You're- oh, fuck. So gorgeous like this." he stutters, mouthing at Kylo's nape. "So- good- ah!""

"Please." Kylo sobs. "I need-"

"Say it, god, say it."

"Need your come."

"Fuck. Yes. Yes, I'm gonna give it to you, okay? I'm just gonna keep grinding into you, just like this, so it gets as deep as it can- oh fuck, you feel so good-"

"Told you- ah - all along I'd feel better for you bare, told-you-" Kylo pants.

"I should have listened, I know, I know-"

"Nnnh, gonna come." Kylo wails.

"Oh, darling." Hux says, aware his voice is all strung-out and awed. "Without a hand on you?"

"Yes, yes. Been - ah! Practicing, with just my fingers. Feels better with you though, always, always, always- fuck, please. Please come in me, please, I want to feel it before I get off."

"Oh. Oh, yes. Okay, sweetheart, okay-"

He can't talk after that, just do as he's told, rotating his hips a handful of times more and reaching to pin Kylo's wrists as he peaks and rides it out. The pleasure spike is so intense his teeth creak where they grind together.

Beneath him, Ren screams [thank fuck his room is soundproof] and something on the other side of the room smashes. Hux doesn't care what it is. It can be replaced. All he cares about is how beneath him, Kylo is clenching and unclenching enough that it edges into oversensitiveness. He doesn't move, though. Not when Kylo is coming untouched and murmuring good, good, so good, oh- beneath him. God, he's beautiful. He twists his hand within Hux's grasp to lace their fingers together tight. Sweet boy. His sweet boy.

When he twists to blinks up at Hux, his eyes are nearly black. He's all blown pupils and slow blinks, like he's barely lucid.

It pains Hux that he has to leave now, in order to be somewhat presentable for his meeting. His head feels cloudy and almost drunk with pleasure. He groans as he pulls out, Kylo squeezing down on him like he's trying to keep him inside on some hedonistic instinct. Any other time he'd appreciate how filthy it is, but he does have a schedule to stick to this afternoon.

Kylo makes a sad little noise and flops back into the ruined sheets, thighs still spread. The movement makes a little dribble of come leak out of him and Hux tsks.

"Can't have that, can we?" he whispers, and pulls at Ren's hand once more until he making him reach behind himself and swipe his fingers through the mess. "Back inside."

Hux lets go and watches Kylo groan and obediently push it back into himself. He sees a brief flash of his hole as he does so, pinkish and used looking, and shudders.

He pulls on his shirt and stumbles to the basin in the corner of his room to wash his hands. In the mirror reflection he can see Ren pushing pillows underneath his hips. He dries his hands and wanders back over, buttoning himself up and looking for his jacket.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks, watching with quiet amusement when every brush of his oversensitive cock against the sheets makes him hiss.

"Want to keep you inside me as long as possible." Kylo says, like it should be obvious. His own prick gives a sympathetic twitch. His fucked up, beautiful boy just keeps on getting better.

Hux leans down to ruffle his hair and kiss his bitten mouth.

"You can stay here as long as you want. I'll be back later."

Kylo sighs happily.

-

The entire meeting Hux can focus on anything but the pleasure-stricken look Kylo had given him as he'd begged for his seed. It becomes the fastest meeting he has ever presided over.

In his head, he feels Kylo snickering at him, a warm and dare he say? Comforting presence.

Maybe he won.

This time.

But Hux does so hate losing.

A/N: Okay so this kind of snowballed into something longer when it was originally a drabble. I can't help it, this is such a bulletproof kink of mine too, GOD. Hope it's to your liking!

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS.!!! holy fuck i love your characterization of kylo, i love hux, the writing is so good, i love come play. thank you!

Oh anon, you are playing my song - this is kink is very quietly one of my favourite things, and Hux is such a brilliant combination of derisive and awed.

Will never get tired of this kink. I love your Hux & Kylo. Excellent, author anon!

This is so goddamn hot.

Oh man, this is so fucking hot. <3

FFFFF--!! Bless whatever it was that got you to extend your drabble to THIS gorgeous thing. Holy shit, that breathless dialogue really did it for me, like, I feel as wrecked as Ren rn.

"Oh, darling." Hux says, aware his voice is all strung-out and awed. "Without a hand on you?"

<3<3<3<3

[A/N: Have another fill, nonny! I know you said “Dirty talk about how good and full Hux is going to make his sweet boy,” but boy, did Hux not want to be sweet. At least on purpose. I hope that’s okay!]

Barrier

“Supreme Leader has a mission for me,” Ren says, suddenly, when Hux breaks away from his mouth to readjust his position on top of Ren. “I’m leaving tomorrow and don’t know when I’ll return. I would have something as a…” Ren swallows as Hux settles their hips together. “As a reminder. A token.” Ren’s dark eyes are shining and earnest in the half-light of Hux’s quarters.

Hux raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Are you trying to ask me to come in you?”

Ren nods, going red at the edges of his broad face. “Because I’m leaving.” He stares pleadingly up at Hux.

Hux sits up, sucking his teeth and grinding a little against Ren just to watch his chin tilt up and his eyelids flutter. Ren has been after Hux to fuck him without a barrier for some time, with a vehemence that almost makes it seem like Ren desperately needs his seed for some perverse Dark Side ritual.

He’d started off using protection with Ren the same way he would with any partner whose history he didn’t know. It had been clear from the start that he would have to be the responsible partner. If it hadn’t been for his insistence on relocating to his quarters before Ren could touch him any further, Ren would have been happy to fuck on the floor of the armory like animals the first time he lunged at Hux.

“You don’t have to use those,” Ren had told Hux the third or fourth time, watching him pull the barrier off of himself with a grimace, Ren’s head lolling on his shoulder. Ren’s clingy. Hux shouldn’t like it. “With me. I haven’t… you’re…” Ren stumbled over his words and fell silent for a moment. “There hasn’t been anyone else.”

Of course, Hux had thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, of course Ren would let him take his virginity and not mention it until he could get something for it. Hux hadn’t responded. He’d simply rolled onto his side to kiss Ren, running his hands over him until Ren came a second time, gasping into his mouth.

He hasn’t managed to do that since, although it is not for lack of trying.

But despite being able to forgo them, Hux just can’t bring himself to. It’s difficult to break a habit of a lifetime. He’s never been fluid-bonded with a partner before, and it’s just so much easier to clean up. But every time he pauses to put one on, Ren says the same thing: “Don’t you want to come in me?”

And Hux says the same thing back: “Not really.”

Hux just doesn’t see the same appeal in the act that Ren does. But if Ren is clearly never going to shut up about it… Hux sighs loudly. “If I do this for you,” he says, “then you’re going to do something for me.”

Ren swallows, focus intensifying with the opportunity to get what he wants dangled in front of him. Now that Hux finds appealing, half-hard cock stirring. “What would I have to do?”

“While you’re away,” Hux says, smirking and leaning down to cup Ren’s face, “you are not to touch yourself.”

Ren’s eyes dart to Hux’s hand, and he licks his lips, almost brushing Hux’s thumb. “What if I dream about you? What if I wake up hard?” He rolls his hips under Hux, rubbing against him. Hux bites his lower lip, as his cock stiffens to full attention. He lets out a low hiss of air and smirks down at Ren.

“I don’t care. I don’t care how long you’re gone. I don’t care if you wake up dripping with so much precome that your underwear is ruined. I don’t care if you’re a hairsbreadth from coming without being touched. You are not to come. You are to sit on your hands and stare at your fat, wet, swollen cock and think of the Empire until it wilts.” Ren’s face reddens as he blinks furiously, stiffening beneath Hux. Hux has to admit it’s a rather good image—Ren red in the face, staring uselessly at his weeping, pulsing cock, trembling with the effort not to come. Maybe failing. Hux grinds against Ren, and Ren makes a short, guttural gasp. “I do think that’s a fair trade, mmm? For wanting me to mess in you?”

“I can do that,” Ren says, breath coming faster. “I can do that.”

“Now,” Hux says, patting his cheek before straightening up, making sure to rub against Ren as he does so, “Ask me again. Properly.”

Ren’s face twitches and he chews on his plush lower lip for a moment before responding. “I want you to come in me. Please.” Hux smiles at how easily Ren tumbles over the line into begging without prompting.

“Alright,” Hux accedes. “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”

He climbs off of Ren to fetch the lubricant from its usual spot. When he returns to the bed, Ren is on all fours, half-erect cock bobbing between his legs.

Hux squirts a generous amount of lubricant directly onto Ren, tossing the empty bottle with unerring aim into the bin he keeps by his bed for nights like these. Hux watches as the thick, viscous liquid drips down Ren’s cleft. He reaches out and touches Ren’s balls, trailing his fingers up his perineum, tracing his now-wet cleft, teasing and oiling his hole. Ren hums and then gasps when Hux plunges a finger roughly into him without warning.

Hux prepares Ren briskly, efficiently, grabbing Ren’s hip with his free hand when Ren groans and tries to fuck back onto his fingers. “I thought you wanted me to come in you, Ren,” he says, sharply.

“Yes,” Ren pants, “but—”

“But nothing, Ren,” Hux warns, digging his nails into Ren’s hip. Ren’s breathing hitchs. “Keep that up and you’ll just get my fingers. You don’t want just my fingers, do you?”

Thus chastened, Ren behaves himself. Hux pulls his fingers out and shuffles, awkwardly, closer to Ren, kneeling between Ren’s bent knees. When he takes himself in hand and presses the blunt head of his cock against Ren’s puckering hole, Ren lets a low moan and lowers himself to his elbows.

“How do you want it?” Hux asks. “Slowly?”

“No,” Ren grunts, dropping to his shoulders, pressing his forehead into the mattress. “No, fuck me fast. Fuck me hard.”

Ren’s enthusiasm makes Hux’s cock pulse and his breathing hitch, but he clicks his tongue. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Ren?” He teases Ren’s slick hole, rubbing his cock head against it.

“Please,” Ren moans, and Hux could listen to him say that much-neglected word all day.

Hux breaches Ren easily to the hilt. Ren may have been virgin territory before Hux, but they’ve been at this long enough that he takes Hux like he was made for it. Hux gasps as he fully sheathes himself in Ren. Barriers are meant to feel like nothing, but, somehow, Ren feels warmer, tighter, without it.

Although, Hux reflects, as Ren groans and rubs his face in Hux’s sheets, that’s probably because Ren is so eager for this. “How does that—how does that feel?” Hux asks, failing to hide his panting breath.

“Good, Hux, you feel so good” Ren babbles.

“Good,” Hux murmurs, although Ren doesn’t hear it. He lifts a hand off of Ren’s hip to run it up slowly up the knobs of Ren’s spine as he begins to slowly thrust into him. Ren makes a low, keening noise, and Hux smirks at the wantonness of it.

This is why it’s worth putting up with Ren, why it’s worth playing this dangerous game. It’s intoxicating, having Ren at his mercy like this. Out there, Ren contradicts him, undermines him, disobeys him. In here, Ren begs for Hux’s cock.

And he’s such a delectable fuck, Hux thinks, as one particularly rough thrust elicits a startled, satisfied gasp from Ren. Ren’s willing, eager, and, for all his demands, grateful for the attention Hux is giving him.

He traces his hand up Ren’s neck and fists his hand in his unruly hair—not to yank, but for balance, pressing Ren’s head into the sheets as the speed of his thrusts increase. He watches the play of muscles across Ren’s upper back, contracting as he fists his hands in and mouthes at Hux’s sheets. So strong, Hux thinks. So easily undone.

“You want me to come in you?” Hux growls. “Pump you full, leave you wet?”

“Yes, yes,” Ren pants.

“Beg for it,” Hux hisses. “Beg for me.”

Ren makes a desperate groan, and begins to beg as shamelessly as he misbehaves. “Nngh—please, Hux—come in me, come in me, please…”

Hux doesn’t last long after that. How can he, pumping in and out of Ren’s warm, willing channel, with Ren begging so beautifully, groaning and grunting under him?

“Ren,” Hux warns, “I’m going to—”

“Come,” Ren moans, as if ordering him to. Hux grimaces and obeys, gasping at the unfamiliar sensation of spilling into Ren. Ren writhes underneath him, but Hux digs his fingertips into his hips, holding him fast until he feels himself soften. He pulls out with a grunt, and feels, vaguely and surprisingly, dissatisfied when Ren’s hole closes cleanly.

Hux is suddenly seized by the need to see proof of what he’s done. He grabs Ren’s ass, groping and kneading. Ren tilts into his touch, moaning, and his hole opens and closes on nothing, making Hux’s come leak out of him. Ren whines.

“You filthy thing,” Hux says, fascinated. His seed spills out of Ren’s puckering hole, a thin line of it dribbling down his perineum. Hux follows its downward progress, watching it mingle with the string of precome dangling precariously off of Ren’s thick, swollen cock. Wet, Hux thinks. Wanton.

“Hux—Hux—” Ren nearly hiccups on his name, as if drunk on what Hux has done to him. “I’m so close, I need to come, I need your fingers—”

“No,” Hux says sharply. “No. If you’re going to be filthy, you have to finish yourself off. I’ve done my share.”

He expects Ren to take himself in hand or even drop his hips and rut against the bed like the wanton slut he is. Instead, Ren reaches between his legs to shove two fingers into himself, moaning as he fingers himself roughly, rougher than Hux usually dares to fuck him. Hux’s come glistens on Ren’s rim, on Ren’s thick fingers.

Hux blinks. It’s never occurred to him to finger himself in that position. It takes Hux a moment to recognize its advantages—like this, Ren can rut against his arm while fingering himself. He must have had too much free time at whatever monastery the Supreme Leader plucked him out of for this to come second nature to him, Hux thinks.

He forgets to blink, stunned, aroused, and a little disgusted at the shameless display in front of him. He straightens up, a vertebrae in his back propping, to get a better look at Ren’s face. His face is red and totally slack, eyes rolled into the back of his head, open mouth drooling into Hux’s sheets. As if they can’t get more disgusting, Hux thinks, somewhere, even as he burns the image into his memory for use during Ren’s absence. His bed is going to smell like Ren for days, and he mistakes a weak shock of arousal for annoyance.

“Hux—” Ren chokes out, and then he’s coming with a sharp cry, throwing his head back like a beast. Hux lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and sways on his knees for a moment before sitting back onto his heels.

Ren collapses to the mattress, dazed, boneless. It always takes him a while to recover after he comes, as if he’s making up for lost time with the intensity of his orgasms. Usually, Hux will hold Ren through his recovery period, savoring what he’s reduced the Master of the Knights of Ren to. But he’s not going to touch Ren so intimately after he’s made such a spectacular, sticky mess of himself.

And Hux’s bed. Hux tugs at Ren’s limbs until Ren rolls over with a groan, and then keeps tugging at him until he’s arranged him over the wet spot. Fatigue begins to prickle behind Hux’s eyes, so he lays down next to Ren, placing a hand carefully on his impressive and safely dry chest. Hux watches his hand rise and fall with Ren’s breathing, impressed and satisfied.

When Ren inhales sharply and swallows, Hux knows he’s sufficiently returned to reality for conversation. Hux sighs. “When you do leave?”

“Eight hundred hours.” Ren clears his throat and moves to get up, as normal, but Hux presses his hand down on his chest.

“You could stay,” Hux suggests. “We could do this again in the morning, before you leave. If you like.”

Ren’s blinkered and bewildered expression doesn’t change, but Hux can feel him practically vibrate under his hand. Strange creature, Hux thinks, and lays his head on his shoulder, secure in the knowledge that he has Ren in the palm of his hands.

Holy fuck that was hot! I can't leave the kind of superlative comment this fill deserves because my brain is now a puddle of blissful goo. YOU WRITE GOOD PORN.

Sweet tap-dancing Christ. O_o

Oh yeah, that's the good stuff. *lights cigarette*

“I don’t care. I don’t care how long you’re gone. I don’t care if you wake up dripping with so much precome that your underwear is ruined. I don’t care if you’re a hairsbreadth from coming without being touched. You are not to come. You are to sit on your hands and stare at your fat, wet, swollen cock and think of the Empire until it wilts.”

Shiiiiit that's mean and brilliant and beautiful. And oh Ren at the end, so amazed that he can stay and do it all again before he leaves in the morning, while Hux uses him to cover the wet spot lmao. I love this so much I can't handle it.

So hot.

My favorite favorite part is Hux using Ren as wet spot coverage though. That Hux, so self focused.

And Ren too fucked out to care. Oh my.

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