[Hux is a tactician: every step he takes is with purpose (to have come so far with no innate, unnatural talent such as the Force is the truest testament to it) and Ren knows full well-- more than anyone-- just how unyielding that purpose can be. It comes with warmth across his tongue, with the pleasant, digging pressure that coaxes his own unguarded hips forward just by careful degrees.
But just as the General is predictably driven, Kylo Ren is ever a hair's breadth away from snapping without warning. Without reason at times, like a feral animal prone to unpredictable bouts of violence borne of instinct alone. A cyclical pattern that paints Ren as divided as the conflict broiling under his skin.
So where Hux decisively seeks mutual gain, something sleeping between his ribs stirs, dark and hungry and committed to those beautiful, aching bruises. The softness drains from his mouth, his fingertips; Ren's hands become a bitter vice, biting down with nearly as much force as he'd used before, teeth sharp and merciless, dragged over the General's tongue, clamped down on his lower lip to the taste of iron. He shifts his weight. Leans forward and shoves Hux backwards, not abandoning his hold, but instead using momentum to twist him on his heel— bare back to Ren, breath hot across his shoulders.
The bed is close enough; his weight, bearing down, is a wordless declaration of want.]
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Date: 2016-03-24 06:36 am (UTC)But just as the General is predictably driven, Kylo Ren is ever a hair's breadth away from snapping without warning. Without reason at times, like a feral animal prone to unpredictable bouts of violence borne of instinct alone. A cyclical pattern that paints Ren as divided as the conflict broiling under his skin.
So where Hux decisively seeks mutual gain, something sleeping between his ribs stirs, dark and hungry and committed to those beautiful, aching bruises. The softness drains from his mouth, his fingertips; Ren's hands become a bitter vice, biting down with nearly as much force as he'd used before, teeth sharp and merciless, dragged over the General's tongue, clamped down on his lower lip to the taste of iron. He shifts his weight. Leans forward and shoves Hux backwards, not abandoning his hold, but instead using momentum to twist him on his heel— bare back to Ren, breath hot across his shoulders.
The bed is close enough; his weight, bearing down, is a wordless declaration of want.]