[ Despite the control Ren exerts over his outer expression, Hux can feel his mental state brushing against his own. Where they both normally have given themselves to control, to holding onto the shreds of it as much as possible, this time it's different. Ren keeps his grip on it as strong as possible, fingers curling into the fabric of the couch cushion to ground himself.
And Hux, he lets go.
It's like cutting a wire, emotions and feeling snapping out from the tension that held them in. He's careful to keep it contained enough where it doesn't leak beyond himself and Ren, but it's there. The rush is overwhelming, a mix of the past shames, things withheld and the expectations that kept them there. Boundaries that no longer existed here– he has more control over himself than he ever has.
So where Ren is tension, Hux opposes him (as always, always), humming soft appreciation with Ren still in his mouth. He takes hold of Ren's other hand, guiding it to set at the back of his neck even as he pulls away to breathe. With a soft touch, he traces his fingers from Ren's knee to his upper thigh, palm settling there warmly before he leans back in to continue. ]
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Date: 2016-10-18 06:30 am (UTC)And Hux, he lets go.
It's like cutting a wire, emotions and feeling snapping out from the tension that held them in. He's careful to keep it contained enough where it doesn't leak beyond himself and Ren, but it's there. The rush is overwhelming, a mix of the past shames, things withheld and the expectations that kept them there. Boundaries that no longer existed here– he has more control over himself than he ever has.
So where Ren is tension, Hux opposes him (as always, always), humming soft appreciation with Ren still in his mouth. He takes hold of Ren's other hand, guiding it to set at the back of his neck even as he pulls away to breathe. With a soft touch, he traces his fingers from Ren's knee to his upper thigh, palm settling there warmly before he leans back in to continue. ]