[Hux pulls his hand forward to set it against the back of his neck, and for a moment, breathing raw and ragged, he does. Quiet, so tense it feels as though his muscles might snap for how much effort it takes to not slip beneath the surface of Hux's efforts. Ren swallows thickly, his tongue feels dry— his fingers slipping up along the length of Hux's spine to the base of his skull. It feels...
Easy. Too easy. Dangerous and permeating and a dark promise of everything the Jedi feared about themselves.
And for that, his grip goes tight in Hux's hair. A split-second turn from gentle to cruel, demanding. Spurring the general onward where he might otherwise pause and observe what madness he induces.]
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Easy. Too easy. Dangerous and permeating and a dark promise of everything the Jedi feared about themselves.
And for that, his grip goes tight in Hux's hair. A split-second turn from gentle to cruel, demanding. Spurring the general onward where he might otherwise pause and observe what madness he induces.]