[ He realized early on that his propensity for high collared shirts and complicated closures on spurred Darkling on further. There was an unspoken challenge. A whisper of come look if you can. Of course, by the time he got around to wearing lower cut shirts, Darkling had already developed a taste for his skin.
So frankly, that experiment had been moot.
Still, they both got something out of this. Hux had never been one to dally or bother with indulgence of the flesh before. As General he hadn't had the time nor the patience. Here– he has the time and the patience is a growing factor. ]
Mm, I thought not.
[ Darkling crowds his space immediately, hand circling his wrist, mouthing at the flicker of his pulse. Familiar with this game, he sets the datapad aside on the nightstand. No more work would get done, no matter how much he resisted Darkling's advances. Besides, he could use the distraction.
Tugging his hand out of Darkling's grip, he acquiesces to the demand, unbuttoning his dark shirt and letting gravity slide it off his torso. The air in his apartment is chillier without the layer of fabric and he shivers from both that and anticipation. All the bruises are there on display, including the ones that remain hidden no matter what top he wears. One is fading around a peaked nipple, its twin still more fresh and dark. ]
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Date: 2016-12-07 06:27 am (UTC)So frankly, that experiment had been moot.
Still, they both got something out of this. Hux had never been one to dally or bother with indulgence of the flesh before. As General he hadn't had the time nor the patience. Here– he has the time and the patience is a growing factor. ]
Mm, I thought not.
[ Darkling crowds his space immediately, hand circling his wrist, mouthing at the flicker of his pulse. Familiar with this game, he sets the datapad aside on the nightstand. No more work would get done, no matter how much he resisted Darkling's advances. Besides, he could use the distraction.
Tugging his hand out of Darkling's grip, he acquiesces to the demand, unbuttoning his dark shirt and letting gravity slide it off his torso. The air in his apartment is chillier without the layer of fabric and he shivers from both that and anticipation. All the bruises are there on display, including the ones that remain hidden no matter what top he wears. One is fading around a peaked nipple, its twin still more fresh and dark. ]
Well?