04. mental link

[exhuxperation]

COMMAND over oneself and others	AMBITION nothing will stand in my way
ORDER chaos will not be tolerated	MANY over the individual

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[exhuxperation]

[ The weight of Ren's palm feels nice on his neck. While the extra heat should be unwelcome, he embraces it instead, eyes flicking up to take note of Ren's hitched breathing. He isn't giving off as many outward signs, something he wants to coax from him somehow, someway. And of course, once he puts his mind to something, he intends to achieve it. Maybe not in the current moment, but in the future should this happen again (he hopes it does).

Of course, the gentle touch doesn't last long before the grip tightens, the hair at the back of his head being yanked mercilessly. He breathes out a moan around Ren, feeling a fresh wash of arousal spread through his limbs. Slowly yet eagerly, he eases as much of Ren's cock into his mouth as he can before nearly pulling off. It's a repeated action as he sets an odd rhythm, the fingers circling the base dropping lower to brush the backs of them against the sensitive skin there. ]

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[narcissithstic]

[It's the moan— throaty and humming— that coaxes a more tangible reaction from Ren: has him seizing up with a clipped noise that's entirely involuntary. Devoid of any semblance of control. His jaw shifts beneath it, working to shove hissing breaths between cinched teeth. His vision feels strained when he blinks, spine arching upwards towards the ceiling, dizzy in a way he's never quite known before— not acutely, anyway.

Because it's different than the adrenaline rush that comes from choking the life from his marks, and different still than the pressure of his own fingers over vulnerable contours, alone and desperate, seeking more than the incessant, cyclical rhythm of his every fear and doubt. Ren's knuckles twist where they grip Hux's hair - painfully so. If Hux was ever searching for a sign that he was on the right path, this certainly seems to fit the figurative bill.]

[exhuxperation]

[ This, this is what he wanted. Ren's control slides away, leaving him shifting and gasping under his ministrations. His hips arch and Hux has to pull away to breathe. It's getting more and more difficult, his own iron clad grip on himself slipping. He can taste salt, can feel it starting to coat the back of his throat and lips.

Sighing, he leans into it again, moving one hand between his own legs to palm himself through his pants. They're uncomfortably tight at this point so he undoes them, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear to carefully add pressure. At the same time, Ren is gripping his hair painfully, forcing him down and he groans into it, eyes fluttering shut. His ears feel like they're ringing and his face feels hot, skin feverish. The muscles in his abdomen are tight, pulse loud and anticipatory.

Maybe it should be embarrassing but neither of them are going to last long at this rate. ]