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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.

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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

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