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[It shouldn't be so easy, the way they fall into each other, the way they can read each other's wants and desires--but it is, and Hux doesn't question it. Somehow, it makes sense; in this strange world, their duality, the each side of the coin they occupy has turned into...this.

Fingers reflexively squeeze when his hair is twisted, a shudder sliding down his spine that Ren had to have felt, Force or no. Letting out a soft growl against the other's ear, he nips at the lobe, letting out a panting breath as he tries to gather his thoughts, wanting to sound as if still has control, even if Hux feels it fraying at the edges (as it has been, since he walked in).

Ren's tone--he would be lying if he said it didn't strike at some dark chord within him, his own arousal heightening at the sound of it.]

No.

[Hux pulls back, then, catching Ren's eyes with his; he knows he might look already slightly debauched--green eyes blown wide, lips smeared with shared blood. But he just smirks, and starts to shift downward, hands finally moving to open Ren's pants with deft fingers, his mouth shifting to press open mouthed kisses to an exposed hip, teeth raking across the skin, sucking.

Ren will have to help him by lifting his hips up to get his pants down enough to expose him completely, but even before that Hux has a hand on him, thumb sliding along the head of his cock, slick with precome, while long fingers encircle the shaft, stroking once.

[inimicus]

[If Ren were to take stock of what was actually going on between the pair of them, he'd be concerned and almost rightly so. It is almost effortless in the way the compliment each other with the First Order noose removed from them and later, in the recesses of the night, Ren would spend some time turning that idea over in his mind. For now though, he's more interested in the sight of Hux moving southwards, catching the ginger's heated gaze with one of his own.

Hux needed to look like that more often. There's something almost sinful in the way the General looks right now, the crimson stains on thoroughly kissed lips merely complimenting the look. Ren makes sure to keep that eye-contact as he licks the blood from his own, silently thrilling as Hux begins paying attention to his hips. There's a small debate over if he should move or not, making it easier for Hux to get his pants down or to make the other work for it.

The hand at his cock makes Ren's mind up instantly as he automatically shifts his hips upwards, seeking more of that touch as he silently urges Hux to get a move on and letting the other have some room for movement. Didn't that man know just how hot he looked down there, or was this some form of torture he's just devised? Ren isn't sure, can't be bothered to use the force to find out when he's too busy relishing in the way Hux swipes his thumb, silently vowing that one day he would break the General good and proper as he shredded the last vestiges of that self-control.] Prove it.

[neutronium]

[Hux knows that the why of what is going on right now should trouble him. But in the moment, pressed up against Ren, fingers wrapped around his cock, hand moving to pull the fabric of his pants down as the other man canted his hips up to help him--he can't find it within him to care. He has always been a man who compartmentalized. Some things mattered more than others, and when one thing mattered more it stayed in the forefront, while the other things were locked away and pushed down for introspection on a later day (if at all).

Once Kylo's pants are pushed down around his ankles, Hux is able to work on his target in earnest, and with all things, once he has goal--he does not waver. Hux can't help but shiver at the look Ren gives him, the way he licks at his lips. He may be the one on his knees, but right now, he wants to be the one to make Ren lose control.

Not breaking eye contact, Hux lowers his head down, slowly taking Kylo's cock into his mouth, breathing out as he takes as much as he can. He presses his tongue flat against the underside, forcing himself to relax, even as he feels the head pressing up against the back of his throat. Hux's free hand moves to rest on Ren's hip, not holding him down or restraining him, but simply pressing on some of the bruises he made earlier, giving a bit of pain to the pleasure. ]