Hux can't resist the temptation to pass one hand slowly and solicitously down the long smooth plane of Ren's chest and over his tensed belly, a single unconscious motion, like stroking a cat, and like a cat Ren rises to meet his touch, making a low satisfied noise deep in his throat.
“So easy,” Hux marvels. “I like you much better like this.” He continues to pet and stroke Ren, trying out every inch of that gloriously untouched white skin, carefully noting his reactions. Lingering near his armpits results in some very entertaining whimpers, and Hux only stops teasing at them when Ren's elbow catches him semi-accidentally in the face. Then he returns to his experimentation, but Ren, as usual, has little patience to spare.
“This isn't sex. You're just touching me.”
“It's foreplay, you boor.” Hux kisses Ren's shoulder, allows himself the pleasure of a light bite or two while Ren swats at him and mutters his vague disapproval, his hands- bony things, great thick raw-knuckled talons-- suddenly clumsier than they've ever been; Hux is beginning to fray Ren's nerves, and not in the way that usually leads to a destructive temper tantrum. “You don't understand the meaning of the word 'subtlety', do you?” Hux lowers his head and licks at Ren's armpit, earning another elbow to the orbital bone, but it's well worth it. Ren's no longer reclining, seems as nervous as he was when he first came to Hux with his proposition.
“Tell me what to do,” he says. “I don't know what I'm supposed to...” He trails off when Hux reaches for his cock again, and Hux is still quite gratified by how entertaining this is turning out to be. He takes Ren's hand in his, arranges it around Ren's cock like he's teaching him how to hold the handgrip of a blaster. Ren seems conflicted about touching himself, which amuses Hux still further. The great Kylo Ren is afraid of his own body, never bothered to figure out how to jerk himself off.
“Move your hand up and down like that, you can keep your fingers tight or loosen them up if that feels better.” Hux uncaps the bottle and pours lube into Ren's diligently pumping fist. “Spread your legs wider and take some more of this, you're going to use your other hand to fuck yourself. See how two of your fingers are about as wide as my cock? It's going to be easier if you start, like this, open yourself up...” It's not an unattractive picture, Ren with one powerful hand wrapped around his cock and the other teasing his own ass open, and Ren's unquestioning obedience is nothing short of intoxicating. Hux has never known him to be so trusting, so eager, so acquiescent.
“You enjoy that, don't you? Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Snoke wouldn't want you to feel good. He wouldn't allow you this kind of leisure, wouldn't sit here all night and watch you play with yourself.” Hux is rubbing his own sheathed cock, pressing it into the underside of Ren's thigh as he watches Ren work, veins and tendons standing out on the backs of his bony hands. “He's known you far too long to be patient with you. He'd treat you like a slave, fuck you fast and rough, mount you from behind and pin you down until you begged him to stop.”
“Stop saying that.” Ren's looking at him again, those big bovine eyes dark with confusion and hurt and a measure of their usual contempt. He wets his lips with his tongue, breathes in urgent gasps, lets his hands go limp and still between his legs as Hux pushes them aside and enters him. Big enough to give Ren something to adjust to, to make him stiffen along the length of his body and cry out with a high harsh sound that Hux has never provoked from him before. Hux leans into Ren and starts to fuck him, very slowly at first, shallow thrusts, one hand wrapped around his cock guiding it in and out of Ren's body.
“How does that feel?”
“I don't know.”
“My cock's inside you, Ren. You must be feeling something.”
“Don't talk.”
“Are you comfortable? Tell me, I don't want to hurt you.” It's not Hux's favorite position, necessarily, but this is marvelous, the way he can look down on the entire expanse of Ren's body like it's a banquet laid out for his personal delectation. The tensed muscles of Ren's stomach, his cock tautened and twitching, his freckled thighs spread wide. Ren's flesh is looser there, jiggles slightly with each gentle thrust.
“Stop talking.” Ren's lips curl away from his teeth in a halfhearted snarl. He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands. They twitch uselessly at his sides until, per Hux's muttered instructions, Ren very slowly and cautiously raises his arms and drapes them over Hux's shoulders. Hux moves more decisively, fucks him faster and harder, draws little involuntary gasps from Ren's throat every time their bodies connect. He realizes that he's being permitted to hurt him, that Ren is gritting his teeth and taking pain as his due; thinking, most likely, of his training, his obligations to Snoke.
“Why do you do this?” Hux suddenly sees Ren as the pitiful creature he is: bound and manipulated, pathetically beholden to his master's will. “Why did you come to me, if it's only another method of flagellating yourself?”
“Because I knew you would do it. I knew you would, if I asked you.” Ren speaks with difficulty, his breath still erupting from him in ragged snorts, his nostrils flared and his teeth gritted and his lips trembling as if he's about to cry. “You hate me so much. I could make you do anything to me.”
“I don't hate you,” Hux says, and in this moment it's absolutely true. With his cock in Ren's ass, Hux finds it impossible to rouse his habitual animosity.
Re: Round 3 - Hux/Kylo, Snoke/Kylo, Hux teaches Ren about sex FILL part 3
“So easy,” Hux marvels. “I like you much better like this.” He continues to pet and stroke Ren, trying out every inch of that gloriously untouched white skin, carefully noting his reactions. Lingering near his armpits results in some very entertaining whimpers, and Hux only stops teasing at them when Ren's elbow catches him semi-accidentally in the face. Then he returns to his experimentation, but Ren, as usual, has little patience to spare.
“This isn't sex. You're just touching me.”
“It's foreplay, you boor.” Hux kisses Ren's shoulder, allows himself the pleasure of a light bite or two while Ren swats at him and mutters his vague disapproval, his hands- bony things, great thick raw-knuckled talons-- suddenly clumsier than they've ever been; Hux is beginning to fray Ren's nerves, and not in the way that usually leads to a destructive temper tantrum. “You don't understand the meaning of the word 'subtlety', do you?” Hux lowers his head and licks at Ren's armpit, earning another elbow to the orbital bone, but it's well worth it. Ren's no longer reclining, seems as nervous as he was when he first came to Hux with his proposition.
“Tell me what to do,” he says. “I don't know what I'm supposed to...” He trails off when Hux reaches for his cock again, and Hux is still quite gratified by how entertaining this is turning out to be. He takes Ren's hand in his, arranges it around Ren's cock like he's teaching him how to hold the handgrip of a blaster. Ren seems conflicted about touching himself, which amuses Hux still further. The great Kylo Ren is afraid of his own body, never bothered to figure out how to jerk himself off.
“Move your hand up and down like that, you can keep your fingers tight or loosen them up if that feels better.” Hux uncaps the bottle and pours lube into Ren's diligently pumping fist. “Spread your legs wider and take some more of this, you're going to use your other hand to fuck yourself. See how two of your fingers are about as wide as my cock? It's going to be easier if you start, like this, open yourself up...” It's not an unattractive picture, Ren with one powerful hand wrapped around his cock and the other teasing his own ass open, and Ren's unquestioning obedience is nothing short of intoxicating. Hux has never known him to be so trusting, so eager, so acquiescent.
“You enjoy that, don't you? Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Snoke wouldn't want you to feel good. He wouldn't allow you this kind of leisure, wouldn't sit here all night and watch you play with yourself.” Hux is rubbing his own sheathed cock, pressing it into the underside of Ren's thigh as he watches Ren work, veins and tendons standing out on the backs of his bony hands. “He's known you far too long to be patient with you. He'd treat you like a slave, fuck you fast and rough, mount you from behind and pin you down until you begged him to stop.”
“Stop saying that.” Ren's looking at him again, those big bovine eyes dark with confusion and hurt and a measure of their usual contempt. He wets his lips with his tongue, breathes in urgent gasps, lets his hands go limp and still between his legs as Hux pushes them aside and enters him. Big enough to give Ren something to adjust to, to make him stiffen along the length of his body and cry out with a high harsh sound that Hux has never provoked from him before. Hux leans into Ren and starts to fuck him, very slowly at first, shallow thrusts, one hand wrapped around his cock guiding it in and out of Ren's body.
“How does that feel?”
“I don't know.”
“My cock's inside you, Ren. You must be feeling something.”
“Don't talk.”
“Are you comfortable? Tell me, I don't want to hurt you.” It's not Hux's favorite position, necessarily, but this is marvelous, the way he can look down on the entire expanse of Ren's body like it's a banquet laid out for his personal delectation. The tensed muscles of Ren's stomach, his cock tautened and twitching, his freckled thighs spread wide. Ren's flesh is looser there, jiggles slightly with each gentle thrust.
“Stop talking.” Ren's lips curl away from his teeth in a halfhearted snarl. He doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands. They twitch uselessly at his sides until, per Hux's muttered instructions, Ren very slowly and cautiously raises his arms and drapes them over Hux's shoulders. Hux moves more decisively, fucks him faster and harder, draws little involuntary gasps from Ren's throat every time their bodies connect. He realizes that he's being permitted to hurt him, that Ren is gritting his teeth and taking pain as his due; thinking, most likely, of his training, his obligations to Snoke.
“Why do you do this?” Hux suddenly sees Ren as the pitiful creature he is: bound and manipulated, pathetically beholden to his master's will. “Why did you come to me, if it's only another method of flagellating yourself?”
“Because I knew you would do it. I knew you would, if I asked you.” Ren speaks with difficulty, his breath still erupting from him in ragged snorts, his nostrils flared and his teeth gritted and his lips trembling as if he's about to cry. “You hate me so much. I could make you do anything to me.”
“I don't hate you,” Hux says, and in this moment it's absolutely true. With his cock in Ren's ass, Hux finds it impossible to rouse his habitual animosity.