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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.]