[ The lack of mockery indicates the change in tone. He'd already acknowledged the difference, but that was akin to the final nail in the coffin. Hux watches patiently as Ren pulls away, hands coming up to take his helmet off. Latches release with a hiss of air and he's left studying the planes of Ren's face. He's pale and dark, sharp and soft. Contradictory in every way.
Ren stares back and it's his turn to hold up the end of their deal. Easily, his fingers undo the rest of his jacket, letting the weight of the fabric part. The shirt underneath is tugged up, exposing smooth skin, only marred by the healing bruises. Some are still mottled purple, but the color has faded over the days. Ungently, he presses his fingertips into the marks, breath catching in his throat the harder he pushes. Chin tilted back a little, he pulls his hand away only to do it again, having memorized where to touch. It should be awkward, having an audience, but Ren's heavy gaze just makes heat curl in his stomach, creeping down between his legs. ]
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Date: 2016-03-21 07:55 am (UTC)Ren stares back and it's his turn to hold up the end of their deal. Easily, his fingers undo the rest of his jacket, letting the weight of the fabric part. The shirt underneath is tugged up, exposing smooth skin, only marred by the healing bruises. Some are still mottled purple, but the color has faded over the days. Ungently, he presses his fingertips into the marks, breath catching in his throat the harder he pushes. Chin tilted back a little, he pulls his hand away only to do it again, having memorized where to touch. It should be awkward, having an audience, but Ren's heavy gaze just makes heat curl in his stomach, creeping down between his legs. ]