[It's a hungry stare that meets Hux's own. Briefly-- too briefly-- as those shadowed eyes flick down to fixate on the soft curl of slender fingers where they fall over tense, contoured muscle. It's punctuated by a shift at Ren's jaw as he swallows visibly, tongue pressed flat to the back of his teeth.
Those bruises were left in a fit: Hux's pale back pinned beneath him, a tangle of vibrant red hair slicked with sweat where his face bored down into the mattress from the strain of that maintained angle. Ren remembers it. All of it. Each mark a map of the handholds he'd kept in the midst of that untempered frenzy, as beautiful as the dizzying sensation of pitching forward into desperate, aching absolution. His hands had been there first.
And Hux craves it now.]
How long did you think you could keep this from me?
[Deceptively soft from where he's standing, barely a whisper that carries only owing to silence.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 08:18 am (UTC)Those bruises were left in a fit: Hux's pale back pinned beneath him, a tangle of vibrant red hair slicked with sweat where his face bored down into the mattress from the strain of that maintained angle. Ren remembers it. All of it. Each mark a map of the handholds he'd kept in the midst of that untempered frenzy, as beautiful as the dizzying sensation of pitching forward into desperate, aching absolution. His hands had been there first.
And Hux craves it now.]
How long did you think you could keep this from me?
[Deceptively soft from where he's standing, barely a whisper that carries only owing to silence.]