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Snoke makes it known that he's going to be fucking Ren very soon. Either Ren asks Hux for help or Hux offers it, but the main idea is that Ren is a virgin and doesn't want to displease Snoke in bed, so Hux fucks him and teaches him what to do.

Ren, being Ren, doesn't bother warning Hux but simply shows up in his quarters unannounced and in a mood that strikes Hux as distinctly un-Renlike. Subdued, almost. Vague and brittle and fidgety, and what's also strange is that he's come to Hux without his helm and robes on. Hux has seen him like this before, under certain unpleasant circumstances, but the sight of Ren's body in his pajamalike training uniform-- not to mention his face, no wonder he wears a mask rather than go around displaying that incongruous collection of bony and unappealing features- never fails to make him feel as though something irritating is about to happen.

“What do you want, then?” Hux says, discreetly clutching his chest and pretending that suddenly apprehending Ren's looming figure by his bed hasn't startled him in the slightest. Ren doesn't answer, only looms a bit more uncertainly, and look at that, he is literally fidgeting, shifting his ungainly bulk from one foot to the other, slouching lower than usual with his chin dropped to his chest and his hands clasping each other behind his back in a way that's distressingly reminiscent of the schoolboy he must have been once.

“Is it too much to ask, Ren, that you account for your unauthorized presence in what I'm sure you've realized by now is my private--”

“I need your help.” The words are rushed, stilted, slurring, and Ren bites his lip as soon as he's got them out, which adds to the unattractive impression Hux has of him as some kind of lumberingly awkward overgrown adolescent.

“What are you trying to--”

“Please say you'll help me.” Charmingly enough, Ren is beginning to sound desperate, and Hux had always sensed some deep well of insecurity like a sucking black hole at the core of Ren's psyche but he'd never expected to encounter such a straightforward and unadorned manifestation of it. He almost feels like he should be enjoying this, but he still has no idea what Ren wants.

“Help you what?”

“You know about sex, right? How to have it.”

“What?”

“Sex.” Ren clears his throat, straightens up, appears to strengthen his resolve. “Snoke is going to fuck me.”

“You? Why?”

“It's a necessary phase of my training, but I don't have the skills. Not yet. I mean, I have to learn about it a little, because I don't want him to think--”

“You're, what, a virgin? That's ridiculous, Ren. For all either of us knows, Snoke prefers virgins.”

“I don't want to be humiliated.”

“That seems like it's inevitable.” Hux sits down on his bed, idly strokes the lapel of his coat which is laid out beside him. “Now why don't you run along to bed, and have sweet dreams of our Supreme Leader jerking off your pathetic little cock.”

“It's not little.”

“Tiny. Miniscule. Microscopic.” Hux yawns, leans down and starts to unbuckle his boots. “In any event, I'd like you to remove yourself from my room.” Ren doesn't listen to him, of course. Hux is never that lucky. What Ren does is lower himself ponderously to his knees in front of Hux and rest his chin on the mattress, his obscenely broad and loose-lipped mouth about three millimeters from Hux's crotch.

“What's this, now? Get up off your knees before I have you court-martialed.” Hux has never, fortunately, been quite so close to Ren's face and now that it's here in his lap he can't decide if he wants to slap it or caress it. Maybe both, bring a bit of a maidenly blush to those bloodless cheeks, confuse Ren as much as Ren seems determined to confuse him.

“I'll have to do this for him,” Ren says. “Suck him off.” His hands are now on Hux's knees, quivering indecisively, not really committed to touching him, and it's been a while since Hux has had someone's soft and willing mouth in front of him like this and there's a traitorous part of him that doesn't really see why he shouldn't take advantage of Ren's offer. Fuck him, enjoy him and send him on his way. Lay complete and utter waste to his virginity, which clearly isn't doing anyone any good.

“Show me,” Ren insists, still somehow imperious even on his knees and practically nuzzling Hux's cock, which has already started to stiffen in his uniform trousers. Hux touches Ren's cheek, lightly, feels the slight roughness of stubble against his skin and for some reason it's that brief and ordinary sensation that makes him desperately want out of his pants. He unbuttons fumblingly, shoves his trousers and undershorts down without bothering to finish removing his boots. He circles one hand around his half-hard cock and grabs onto Ren's hair with the other and takes a long moment to regain his breath while Ren looks up at him-- somehow-- disdainfully, like he's already bored with Hux's scrambling preparations to fuck his mouth.

“You really like this, don't you?”

“Helpful hint number one, Ren. Don't try to talk while you're sucking someone's dick.” Ren actually nods, like he's making a note of it, and lets his jaw go completely slack and his mouth hang open and it's stupid-looking but still kind of arousing and Hux keeps pumping his hand along his cock like Ren isn't offering his mouth, like the point of this exercise is just to splatter come all over his face.

“All right, don't do that. I'm not trying to jerk off into your mouth.” Hux adjusts himself, shifting his hips, spreading his legs as far as he can within the confines of his bunched-up trousers. “Come closer, try to put your lips in front of your teeth and suck on it.” Then Hux's cock is resting on Ren's tongue, which isn't entirely unpleasant, but his apparently cavernous mouth is still just propped open like he's lost control of his jaw muscles and it takes a good deal of guiding and coaxing and tugging on handfuls of Ren's hair before Hux can persuade him to purse his lips and suck.

“That's good. Now pay attention to what I'm doing, pull back when I pull back, push forward when I... there, that's right, you're getting it.” Hux establishes a shallow but effective rhythm, grasping Ren's head with both hands, sliding in and out of his sweetly slick and obedient mouth, and the way Ren's lips drag on him is pure and perfect torture and he can't feel the slightest hint of teeth. He praises Ren effusively, knotting his fingers in Ren's hair-- why hadn't he ever noticed how wonderfully soft it is, how thick and silky and sleek- and humping his mouth like a rutting beast, and... shit, he's going to have to do this again, once isn't enough, maybe have Ren chained to the foot of his bed where Hux can use his mouth whenever he wants and there he goes, he's going to fucking come right down Ren's throat.

“I'm going to come,” Hux manages to warn him. “Don't pull back. Keep your head down and swallow it.” Ren does back off, breaks Hux's grip, sits upright licking his lips and looking satisfied and Hux has that urge to smack him again.

“You stopped,” he points out, unnecessarily, his unattended cock lying spit-shined and stiff between his thighs.

“I don't know if you can get it hard again.”

“I'm not fucking your ass. You can figure that out on your own.” Ren, however, is crawling around in front of Hux removing his boots. He wrinkles his nose as if the smell of Hux's feet offends him before going on, businesslike, to peel Hux's rumpled trousers down past his knees.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh i love this

the sight of Ren's body in his pajamalike training uniform never fails to make him feel as though something irritating is about to happen.

That's when I knew this fill was going to be A++. In the first damn paragraph. Your Hux is such a hilariously dry bastard, I love it.

LAY COMPLETE AND UTTER WASTE TO KYLO'S VIRGINITY

THAT SHALL BE OUR RALLYING CRY

OH THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT

If there's one thing I love more than Hux laying complete and utter waste to Ren's virginity, it's Hux doing so while making wry observations about Ren's naivety, weirdness and incompetence. <3

+1000000

YUP. That is my goddamn aesthetic!

Oh, this is DELIGHTFUL. Your Hux is great, but I especially like your determined but WILDLY INEXPERIENCED Kylo.

Some favorite lines:

Lay complete and utter waste to his virginity, which clearly isn't doing anyone any good.

Look, there should be a whole Kylux subgenre of Hux divesting Kylo of his pesky virginity. IT'S A SECURITY THREAT.

Hux touches Ren's cheek, lightly, feels the slight roughness of stubble against his skin and for some reason it's that brief and ordinary sensation that makes him desperately want out of his pants.

YES, GOOD.

…humping his mouth like a rutting beast, and... shit, he's going to have to do this again, once isn't enough, maybe have Ren chained to the foot of his bed where Hux can use his mouth whenever he wants and there he goes, he's going to fucking come right down Ren's throat.

I am always 100% down for Hux having degrading fantasies about Kylo.

What's this, now? Get up off your knees before I have you court-martialed.

That is clearly Hux's default threat and he should definitely use it way more often. Completely ineffective on Kylo, of course.

I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THEM THANKS FOR THIS

Is there going to be more?!

“I don't need you to be willing,” Ren says. “I can force you to give me what I want.”

“What sort of education would that be, Ren?”

Typical arrogance and false bravado, and Hux should really have shown him the door by now- made a show of it, even, summoned a few Storm Troopers to remove Ren from his quarters-- but instead he's sitting here on the edge of his bed allowing Ren to swiftly and methodically strip him, and in no time at all his uniform is strewn across the floor and he's standing in front of Ren in nothing but his socks.

“You're skinny,” Ren observes, with yet another disdainful curl of his lip, his eyes roving over Hux's body with a sort of mercenary up-and-down glance that Hux doesn't care for at all. His cock, however, is still implacably hard, and he reaches down, paws at himself casually while Ren watches the slight motion with uncanny keenness, like a cat stalking a mouse.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” Hux doesn't really want to know the answer, likely as it is to be depressing, but he spreads his legs and plants his feet and strokes himself slower and harder, showing off his technique for Ren's benefit. Ren's mouth is slightly open as he watches Hux work, and Hux thinks again of fucking it, as hard and as deep as he can, feeling Ren's warm wet throat stroke his cock until he comes.

“Not like that.”

“Here.” Hux pulls at Ren's drawstring-waisted trousers, feels the warmth and noncommittal half-hardness of his cock through the thin material. “Take these stupid things off.” Ren does, clumsily, kicking and thrashing his way out of the encumbrance of his pants, and, as an afterthought, strips his shirt off as well. Hux's immediate thought is that there's something magnificent about his body, the strength and elegance of which is only hinted at when it's draped in the collection of bizarre rags he usually wears. His arms and chest and stomach are firm, rippled with muscle, his hips almost daintily narrow. Powerful thighs, and between them a mass of curling dark hair and Ren's- it must be said-- sizeable cock, demurely draped there as if nothing about the proceedings has piqued its interest so far.

“That's a lovely cock you have, Ren. You really ought to show it off a bit more.” Hux approaches, takes hold of Ren, starts to rub him to stiffness, and isn't Ren just perfectly tractable once he's been taken in hand like this? His mouth hangs open, his eyes half-close, he stands there splay-legged and slumped and Hux gets the feeling that Ren would let him do absolutely anything as long as Hux keeps touching his cock.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” Ren's eyes flicker open, and he straightens his posture with a hitch of irritation. “Do you think that Supreme Leader-- I mean, will you kiss me?”

“Oh, I doubt very much that Snoke's going to want to kiss you.” The look of actual chagrin on Ren's face is so marvelous that Hux just has to keep poking at the sore spot he's discovered. “He's your master, not your lover. Why should he care whether you enjoy yourself or not?” Hux leans in and kisses Ren, briefly and mockingly, sliding his tongue between those soft parted lips and tasting the salt of his own skin.

“He has all the more reason to be careless with you if he suspects he's taking your virginity,” Hux continues, his lips at Ren's ear. He bites at it, nibbles softly along the rim, still working Ren's cock with one hand while the other roves indiscriminately over his body; he gropes Ren's inner thigh, pinches the sensitive skin hard enough to make him gasp. “I imagine he'll consider it a point of pride. Throwing you down and fucking you mercilessly, making you scream as he mounts you like an animal.” Hux falls back onto the bed, pulls Ren down beside him. There's some awkward clutching and scrabbling and Ren rolls on top of him, seeming distinctly as though he doesn't quite know what to do up there. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are wild and his powerful chest is heaving, and Hux would have to concede that at this moment he's very nearly beautiful.

“You can't say that,” Ren mutters, his increasingly-more-reasonable-looking features drawn into a mulish frown. “You don't know what he wants.”

“I know you haven't earned his respect. And a man who doesn't respect you will use your body for his own pleasure and give no thought to yours.” Hux, of course, believes very little of what he's saying, but he's enjoying Ren's reactions far too much to stop speculating about Leader Snoke's proclivities.

“What about you?”

“Me?”

“What are you going to do?”

“I'll be gentle with you, Ren. I am capable of pity, after all.” Hux wriggles out from underneath Ren and kneels upright to rummage through the drawer beside his bed where he keeps certain necessary items, vials of lubricant and a roll of prophylactic rubbers in their little individual plastic pouches. He rips one open and applies the lurid white sheath to his cock while Ren looks on in puzzlement, his head laid to one side and his lower lip between his teeth again.

“You know what these are for, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, all right.” For what seems like a long time, neither of them speaks. They just sit facing each other down like enemies with an uneasy truce, which, Hux supposes, is more or less what they are.

“Are you going to do it now?”

“Lie on your back.”

“Why?”

“Go on, Ren, you'll like it. The position will come naturally to you, I'm sure.” Ren looks sour, but does as Hux suggests, arranging himself on his back among Hux's collection of feather pillows, his arms stretched over his head and his body describing a single long graceful arc down the length of the bed.

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amazing

Hot DAMN! I'm so glad I came back to see if this was updated (you should update the fills post with a link to part 2, anon!) because this is just spectacular.

I will never get enough of Hux grudgingly admiring Ren's rockin bod or those "increasingly-more-reasonable-looking features."

I love everything about this..thanks for updating!!

OH MY GOD YASSS
I legit squealed with glee when I saw this update!!! I love this fill sooo much!

Aw yeah, Plan: Lay Waste To Kylo's Virginity 2K16 is right on track.

“Oh, I doubt very much that Snoke's going to want to kiss you.” The look of actual chagrin on Ren's face is so marvelous that Hux just has to keep poking at the sore spot he's discovered. “He's your master, not your lover. Why should he care whether you enjoy yourself or not?”

Oh man, Hux is such a dick, and so full of shit, I love this way too much.

YESSSSS THIS UPDATED

I adore this. Your Hux voice is fantastic and it is SMOKING.

I love all of this, but I want to especially congratulate you for being able to work in a conversation about Snoke and sex that doesn't immediately make me shrink back in horror. Your Hux is a magnificent bastard, and Kylo's disappointment is heartwrenching.

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.

Ugh so hot and beautiful.

YAY THERE'S MORE!! Bless you, author-anon!!

Aw, poor Ren, shying away from consideration, letting it hurt. Uh oh, I've caught feelings and now hope Hux will lay complete and utter waste to Kylo's painful expectations.

“You hate me so much. I could make you do anything to me.”

Daaaamn, I love that.

i'm so happy this updated!

HOT DAMN THIS IS FANTASTIC

what a bombshell bit to end on, too - am eagerly awaiting your next update, this is lovely

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