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[ There's something in the sensation of feeling cool fingers against his skin that just spurs Ren on. It's not something he would have even thought of doing with the General back home, the pair of them embroiled in such a strange friendship rivalry that there simply wasn't time for it. And now? Now all Ren can think about is getting as close as he can to Hux, shifting to slide a thigh between Hux's legs to manage just that. The hand in his hair is just about perfect, a small part of Ren wanting it to pull hard but finding the time to articulate that with Hux kissing him back just as hard is not going to happen.

Despite all the mentions of practice and training, this isn't something that's ever been on the books so to speak and when he feels the swipe of Hux's tongue against his own he can't help but return the motion, running his tongue along Hux's to try and gain entry to his mouth. Hux is an asshole, his mouth was the most annoying part of him yet right now it's his best feature and Ren rumbles his appreciation from the back of his throat. One hand is already sneaking around to thread through the fine, auburn hair at the back of Hux's head, the other merely moving to tilt Hux's chin up a fraction to deepen the kiss some more. There's not a soft motion to the whole thing, Ren too frustrated with everything to even think of being gentle right now. It's all heat and motion, and it's without doubt that Hux will have a few more bruises before their clinch is over.]

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[This isn't easy; Hux wants to get Ren's shirt off but at the same time, he doesn't want to stop kissing him. Normally he might try and gain control of this situation, but that's not what this is about, for either of them. So instead his hand just slides up farther, palm pressing along scars, fingers dipping along ribs and muscles. He's so bloody warm--how he can run so hot, Hux will never understand. He just wants to press himself into it.

Ren seems to have the same idea, it as well--that shift of Ren's leg between his own makes Hux's fingers tighten in his hair, tugging. Because, fuck if he doesn't find himself rolling his hips into that thigh like he wants it. He does want it, but any other time, he might not act like it. Not yet, at least--but whatever is going on, it's hard to keep any walls between what he wants, and what he should pretend to want.

But then that hand is in his hair, and Ren might as well have run something electric along Hux's spine. No one ever touches his hair--no one. But the feeling of fingers through it does things to him, and try as he might he can't help the low moan he lets out as he fully opens his mouth underneath Ren's. He nips, bites at Ren's lip a bit sharper than Hux needs to before he gives in completely to the change in angle, using his anchor on Kylo to pull him in even closer.

Dull nails dig into the other man's side, and he knows that both of them will have marks to show for this, by the time it's all over, but he'll enjoy it.

This is how he wants it.]