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exhuxperation) wrote2016-01-26 07:41 pm
exhuxperation) wrote2016-01-26 07:41 pm
xx. musebox
this is actually for donna
[Replaced again by the insistent press of his thumb as it seeks out the slick warmth of Hux's tongue. Harder this time - not enough to draw out pain, but enough to be unyielding when he makes it clear that he has no desire to wait for Hux to eagerly comply. For the moment, they share power;for the moment, he is hungry. As eager as he'd previously suggested.
His own mouth sinks lower, he scrapes his teeth along the edge of Hux's ear, breath feverishly hot.] Suck on it.
His own mouth sinks lower, he scrapes his teeth along the edge of Hux's ear, breath feverishly hot.] Suck on it.
[ Ren presses again, nearly unforgiving. He's only momentarily annoyed by the motion, but complies, mouth opening and allowing the digit to settle on his tongue. There's the lightest scrape of teeth along the shell of his ear and he shivers, unable to suppress how much this affects him. The other man's words are heated, breath a gust of warmth against his skin.
Hux doesn't waste time deliberating on the power imbalance. On how taking this command feels like giving in even though he shouldn't. At the moment what matters is the heady desire thrumming through his veins, a thrall that tips even further as he obeys the firm words. His mouth closes as he sucks, conforming to the shape and tongue running across the pad of Ren's thumb. It's oddly erotic, something he moans around as he continues, feeling his pulse tick up with every swipe of his tongue.
(He doesn't think about how he'd like to do this to more parts of him, to use only his mouth to garner a reaction). ]
Hux doesn't waste time deliberating on the power imbalance. On how taking this command feels like giving in even though he shouldn't. At the moment what matters is the heady desire thrumming through his veins, a thrall that tips even further as he obeys the firm words. His mouth closes as he sucks, conforming to the shape and tongue running across the pad of Ren's thumb. It's oddly erotic, something he moans around as he continues, feeling his pulse tick up with every swipe of his tongue.
(He doesn't think about how he'd like to do this to more parts of him, to use only his mouth to garner a reaction). ]
[And for that compliance, Ren's other hand begins again: a series of short, shuttling tugs across soft skin-- leading him forward, forward-- it leaves the General settled on his hands and knees once Ren finishes coaxing him along, the pad of his thumb heavy as it gently rolls across Hux's tongue.
As he dips his face to kiss along the line of Hux's spine, kneading and pulling and pressing like he means to devour the other man piece by piece. The soft scent of sweat and faintly perfumed skin from grooming, the beauty of those muscles, strained and wanting. How blind he'd been for so long to what he could have possessed, rather than controlled.
And then Ren withdraws completely. Falls to the bed at Hux's side, dark curls in a tangle around his flushed face as still-gloved fingers peel down the waistband of his own trousers. As he spreads the slickness of Hux's spit to his palm and curls it tight around himself with as much determined desperation as seems appropriate for someone so chaotic. So driven.
He's breathing through his teeth; he's watching Hux without daring to look away.]
As he dips his face to kiss along the line of Hux's spine, kneading and pulling and pressing like he means to devour the other man piece by piece. The soft scent of sweat and faintly perfumed skin from grooming, the beauty of those muscles, strained and wanting. How blind he'd been for so long to what he could have possessed, rather than controlled.
And then Ren withdraws completely. Falls to the bed at Hux's side, dark curls in a tangle around his flushed face as still-gloved fingers peel down the waistband of his own trousers. As he spreads the slickness of Hux's spit to his palm and curls it tight around himself with as much determined desperation as seems appropriate for someone so chaotic. So driven.
He's breathing through his teeth; he's watching Hux without daring to look away.]
[ The hand encircling his cock slides forward again, teasing in the strokes. His hips arch into each tug, gravity and friction and pressure pushing him forward. Soon enough, he's on his hands and knees again, mouth still busily attending to the finger against his tongue.
Though, he's distracted from his work as the other man kisses down his spine, each brush of his lips an electric feeling. He can feel his muscles tensing and shifting with the touches; oddly he wants it to keep going. There's not an ounce of violence or anger, none of their usual power hungry trips. But, he craves it anyway, can sense it like an ache in his bones.
Ren's warmth disappears and he shivers, mouth open in a bit of surprise. Weight shifts on the bed, and he has to take a minute to compose himself before he looks over. Hux is greeted with the sight of Ren laying there, dark hair fanned out around his head like an imitation of his cowl. It contrasts against his skin, still so pale even with the beginnings of a flush coloring his cheeks all the way down to his chest. His eyes dart down and he can feel his pulse spike as he watches Ren touch his own cock, the dark of his glove making it even harder to glance away.
Mouth suddenly feeling a bit dry, he swallows, moves to settle back on his heels. Reaching over, he pulls Ren's hand away and replaces it with his own, fingers curling around the base before he bends down, taking him in his mouth. ]
Though, he's distracted from his work as the other man kisses down his spine, each brush of his lips an electric feeling. He can feel his muscles tensing and shifting with the touches; oddly he wants it to keep going. There's not an ounce of violence or anger, none of their usual power hungry trips. But, he craves it anyway, can sense it like an ache in his bones.
Ren's warmth disappears and he shivers, mouth open in a bit of surprise. Weight shifts on the bed, and he has to take a minute to compose himself before he looks over. Hux is greeted with the sight of Ren laying there, dark hair fanned out around his head like an imitation of his cowl. It contrasts against his skin, still so pale even with the beginnings of a flush coloring his cheeks all the way down to his chest. His eyes dart down and he can feel his pulse spike as he watches Ren touch his own cock, the dark of his glove making it even harder to glance away.
Mouth suddenly feeling a bit dry, he swallows, moves to settle back on his heels. Reaching over, he pulls Ren's hand away and replaces it with his own, fingers curling around the base before he bends down, taking him in his mouth. ]
[It isn't according to his own plan, but there's a beauty in it that even Ren can't deny, sucking in a tight breath as he feels the fevered heat of Hux's mouth closing down around him by steady, hungry degrees. Cheeks hollow for how he draws himself up, edging in deeper towards the base of his own tongue. Ren sees it. All of it.
They are not parallels, TX-701 and the General. For all that he endeavored to press Hux to his limits, never once did he truly entertain the idea of putting the man to his knees to be used the way he did his pilot. Even when the scales tipped and viciousness set in, it was always about vengeance more than it was baser humiliation (though the line blurred at times, he'll admit). A steady pause and Ren lifts his hand to curl it in the thick tangle of pale, red hair at the base of Hux's skull. Tentative pressure, leading into the heaviness of his own palm, down farther along the length of his tense cock than perhaps Hux might have immediately preferred.
They are not equals, TX-701 and the General.
But in this, at least, they are close.]
They are not parallels, TX-701 and the General. For all that he endeavored to press Hux to his limits, never once did he truly entertain the idea of putting the man to his knees to be used the way he did his pilot. Even when the scales tipped and viciousness set in, it was always about vengeance more than it was baser humiliation (though the line blurred at times, he'll admit). A steady pause and Ren lifts his hand to curl it in the thick tangle of pale, red hair at the base of Hux's skull. Tentative pressure, leading into the heaviness of his own palm, down farther along the length of his tense cock than perhaps Hux might have immediately preferred.
They are not equals, TX-701 and the General.
But in this, at least, they are close.]
[ This is not how he envisioned this going. But then, he thought his time was going to be spent alone, a leisurely enjoyment without an audience. Ren had disrupted his solitude as usual and now here they were. His tongue presses insistent along the underside of Ren's dick, cheeks intermittently hollowing as he goes.
While he might be the one on his knees, it's the other man who he gets to watch lose control. The sharp intake of breath and steady weight of his palm tell him as much. He's pushed down a fraction before he resists, swallowing at his own pace. If Ren expected him to just follow his every whim, he was in for disappointment.
Hux gets as far as he can without choking before he slides back up, tip of his tongue laving at the head. With more of a sharpness, he takes him in his mouth again, using his free hand to settle on Ren's hip. His other goes to the bruises, pushing with a soft groan. ]
While he might be the one on his knees, it's the other man who he gets to watch lose control. The sharp intake of breath and steady weight of his palm tell him as much. He's pushed down a fraction before he resists, swallowing at his own pace. If Ren expected him to just follow his every whim, he was in for disappointment.
Hux gets as far as he can without choking before he slides back up, tip of his tongue laving at the head. With more of a sharpness, he takes him in his mouth again, using his free hand to settle on Ren's hip. His other goes to the bruises, pushing with a soft groan. ]
Edited (Autocorrect.....) 2016-05-01 01:08 (UTC)
[Ren winces once, a hiss slipping between teeth as Hux tenses, flexing back against the weight of his own palm. It's the closest he comes to expressing discontent with the General's refusal to be steered blind; in truth, there's no mustered indignation or rage so long as Hux's contact stays constant and generous, fingers a warm, steady pressure and his mouth--
His mouth.
Had Ren a better reach, more advantageous positioning, he'd aggravate those bruises. A gift, despite the conflict that'd sparked their origin. Another clipped noise, another moment of unforgivable satisfaction and Kylo Ren finds himself wishing the General's grip wasn't so stern or sensible - free hand clamping down overtop of slender knuckles, adding pressure to pressure, craving the painful bite of aggravated skin.
The sweetness of his tongue.]
More... [He manages at last, teeth bared, flinching.]
His mouth.
Had Ren a better reach, more advantageous positioning, he'd aggravate those bruises. A gift, despite the conflict that'd sparked their origin. Another clipped noise, another moment of unforgivable satisfaction and Kylo Ren finds himself wishing the General's grip wasn't so stern or sensible - free hand clamping down overtop of slender knuckles, adding pressure to pressure, craving the painful bite of aggravated skin.
The sweetness of his tongue.]
More... [He manages at last, teeth bared, flinching.]
[ Ren's discontent is easy to pick out– the quiet hiss between his teeth is answer where words fail. Somewhere, Hux is sure that TX-701 would never fight back. He follows, taking orders to the very end, no matter how conflicted it might make him feel. Perhaps it's too bad for the Force user that he won't be the same sort, regardless of his military affiliations. He's used to his rank being respected and followed. Going in blind is not an option.
He applies the same reasoning here. Pressure is even keeled, fingertips on the other man's hip digging in just enough. His mouth sinks back down and as he swallows there's a bit of aching discomfort. It still sends a roll of quiet want through him, magnified as Ren pushes his hand over his, voice just shy of pleading. After a few easy motions, rhythmic and purposeful, he pulls away entirely, licking his lips reflexively.
Shifting, he tugs his hand out from under Ren's, sliding it to his stomach as he settles across his hips. Both knees planted on either side, he presses down, letting out a breath in a rush at the contact. ]
He applies the same reasoning here. Pressure is even keeled, fingertips on the other man's hip digging in just enough. His mouth sinks back down and as he swallows there's a bit of aching discomfort. It still sends a roll of quiet want through him, magnified as Ren pushes his hand over his, voice just shy of pleading. After a few easy motions, rhythmic and purposeful, he pulls away entirely, licking his lips reflexively.
Shifting, he tugs his hand out from under Ren's, sliding it to his stomach as he settles across his hips. Both knees planted on either side, he presses down, letting out a breath in a rush at the contact. ]
[Mara Jade is twenty. The second Death Star will burst into flame in two years, but she doesn't know that, no one does. All she knows is that the Emperor has sent her on an important mission, and she'll die before failing him. She walks through the halls of the Imperial Palace, and tries to find Captain Armitage Hux.]
[He's a rising star in the ranks, about her age, with his own ship to command in the fleet. There are rumors that he's just riding his father's coattails, but Mara's seen the records, and she doubts that seriously. He's obviously talented with command, and his men seem to respect him.]
[No, the problem is his father. Some of the numbers in his accounts don't match up, and signs point to some sort of corruption within the ranks. The Emperor never tolerates embezzling, and it could be tempting for a man who thinks he's secure, cloistered away at the Imperial Academy.]
[Mara has reviewed her leads, and she thinks a good place to start the survey is his son. If they're not close, that could tell her something important. If they are, it could tell her even more. So she had one of her contacts set the young captain up on a blind date with a young actress from Corellia, and dresses to impress.]
[They meet at one of the many fashionable dining venues for people their age in Coruscant. Mara wonders if Captain Hux has been there before. She has, but only once, four years ago, and alone. She rarely goes to the same place, and never with company. Too likely to be recognized. Too dangerous.]
[The table is conveniently in a corner and Mara's back is to the wall. The entire restaurant is shining glass and elegant silver, all the better to see an attacker coming. Yet her persona is calm and collected, showing none of this suspicion and anxiety. Arami Lunara, the alias she selected for this mission, is too calm and collected for that. She waves politely when she sees Hux approach.] Oh, Captain! I hope you don't mind me getting here earlier. A bad habit from the theatre.
[He's a rising star in the ranks, about her age, with his own ship to command in the fleet. There are rumors that he's just riding his father's coattails, but Mara's seen the records, and she doubts that seriously. He's obviously talented with command, and his men seem to respect him.]
[No, the problem is his father. Some of the numbers in his accounts don't match up, and signs point to some sort of corruption within the ranks. The Emperor never tolerates embezzling, and it could be tempting for a man who thinks he's secure, cloistered away at the Imperial Academy.]
[Mara has reviewed her leads, and she thinks a good place to start the survey is his son. If they're not close, that could tell her something important. If they are, it could tell her even more. So she had one of her contacts set the young captain up on a blind date with a young actress from Corellia, and dresses to impress.]
[They meet at one of the many fashionable dining venues for people their age in Coruscant. Mara wonders if Captain Hux has been there before. She has, but only once, four years ago, and alone. She rarely goes to the same place, and never with company. Too likely to be recognized. Too dangerous.]
[The table is conveniently in a corner and Mara's back is to the wall. The entire restaurant is shining glass and elegant silver, all the better to see an attacker coming. Yet her persona is calm and collected, showing none of this suspicion and anxiety. Arami Lunara, the alias she selected for this mission, is too calm and collected for that. She waves politely when she sees Hux approach.] Oh, Captain! I hope you don't mind me getting here earlier. A bad habit from the theatre.
The one I wore to Saffit's political event? It should be in my closet; why?
[ He doesn't like when people touch his things, as a general rule. He likes it even less when they touch his things and then lose them. A cape it's a small thing on the list of priority items, but he matched it specifically to Ren's and– whatever, it was his and he wanted it back. ]
I see.
Where exactly did you wear it? I'll start there, ignoring the obvious "why did you take it without asking" question for now.
I see.
Where exactly did you wear it? I'll start there, ignoring the obvious "why did you take it without asking" question for now.
[ Oh god, he's that kind. The Ritsuko kind who gets upset over things not being in their perfect little places. How do people live like that, seriously? ]
sorry... went for a drink, it was cold out! i had a few
[ A beat. ]
actually i dunno where i am rn how about we start there
sorry... went for a drink, it was cold out! i had a few
[ A beat. ]
actually i dunno where i am rn how about we start there
[ Sorry Misato he's super that kind of person. It's been drilled into him since he was a child and now it's just inescapable. ]
How many is a few.
Give me a few landmarks, I'll come find you.
How many is a few.
Give me a few landmarks, I'll come find you.
It was rhetorical.
That's not the only reason. I'd like to find my cape, too : )
That's not the only reason. I'd like to find my cape, too : )
Excuse me?
[ Sinking feeling commence. He even pauses in putting his coat on, squinting up at the ceiling as he concentrates on their conversation. ]
[ Sinking feeling commence. He even pauses in putting his coat on, squinting up at the ceiling as he concentrates on their conversation. ]
It doesn't matter which. News is news. Out with it.
Is there a reason there's a time limit on it?
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