[It's met with a cruel hand, the span of Ren's palm catching Hux firmly beneath the jutting contours of his jaw with all the authority he'd exercised on Starkiller— on the Finalizer, pinning lieutenants for misdemeanors or nothing more than his own displeasure. It feels right, maintaining control; his pulse racing out of satisfaction rather than fear. He turns his thumb upwards, presses back until Hux's chin is tipped painfully towards the ceiling, watching corded muscle strain against itself. One beat, two—
—and then he withdraws in a wordless gesture, a concession just as grudging as any other he's granted in the years they've known one another, wholly dependent on his whims.
no subject
—and then he withdraws in a wordless gesture, a concession just as grudging as any other he's granted in the years they've known one another, wholly dependent on his whims.
Permission granted, General.]