[ He attempts to deny himself much more than this. Some days are more successful than others, though frustratingly, he feels no gladness when he wins over his impulses. There's something wrong about the scenario; first being that he shouldn't be thinking about Kylo Ren while he's in his room. Not when he has anything other than anger to give the other man, as it had been in the past. That's shifted, slowly, like a change of course.
Now his thoughts of Ren are tinged, sullied. Anger still exists as a layer, but it's not primary. Instead, there's a warmth that blooms in his stomach, a rush of his pulse that he hates. Hux considers himself a person who knows exactly what he wants, but this wasn't something he'd ever considered before.
Today sees his fingers hovering over the rest of the clasps on his jacket, tempted to pull them apart. To shrug both layers off and leave his skin bared. He's still considering this when the door swishes open, though he's too startled to do much else other than sit up straighter in his chair. As Ren stalks in, he opens his mouth to tell him to get out, but no sound comes forth. The words die in his throat and his thoughts as soon as the other man's hand presses along his neck. Leaning back some, he turns his glower up to Ren, mouth pulled down at the corners. ]
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Date: 2016-03-19 11:55 pm (UTC)Now his thoughts of Ren are tinged, sullied. Anger still exists as a layer, but it's not primary. Instead, there's a warmth that blooms in his stomach, a rush of his pulse that he hates. Hux considers himself a person who knows exactly what he wants, but this wasn't something he'd ever considered before.
Today sees his fingers hovering over the rest of the clasps on his jacket, tempted to pull them apart. To shrug both layers off and leave his skin bared. He's still considering this when the door swishes open, though he's too startled to do much else other than sit up straighter in his chair. As Ren stalks in, he opens his mouth to tell him to get out, but no sound comes forth. The words die in his throat and his thoughts as soon as the other man's hand presses along his neck. Leaning back some, he turns his glower up to Ren, mouth pulled down at the corners. ]
There had better be a good reason for this.