[ Purpose has guided him this far. It's been in every command, every decision. Everything up to and including this point. While the objectives vary from time to time, they're largely under the same umbrella. This is about a release, about giving up tension and replacing the restlessness he feels with something more languid. Or more harried. He wants to unspool the clenched feeling in his gut and there's no better person to do this with than Kylo Ren. After all, the Force-user knows all about lashing out and letting himself go. To let emotion rush through him like a tide. He's seen it again and again; it's no different here.
Because while he'd made the first move, it's Ren who completes it. This pattern that they've fallen into. There isn't softness between them, regardless of how quiet it'd been a few moments before. All it took was cutting the proverbial string and Ren has been loosed from his internal leash. The kiss goes hard, biting, teeth clicking and blood being drawn. His lip stings from it and he's still reeling from the coppery tang when things blur past one moment and snap back to clarity in the next.
No longer is he facing Ren, his back towards him, exposed. On his sides he can feel those bruises starting to reform from the other man's harsh grip. They aren't soothed by the warm gust of air along the nape of his neck, brushing down his shoulder blades. While Hux doesn't appreciate the switch as much, he knew what he was getting into. Even though predicting Kylo Ren is as easy as understanding the Force of which he uses.
Mind hazed over by the steely grip, he bends to the other man's will. To what he's asking without words. Quietly, he kneels on the bed, though his hand comes to close around one of Ren's wrists, fingers drawn tight as he pulls him with the motion. ]
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Date: 2016-03-24 07:37 am (UTC)Because while he'd made the first move, it's Ren who completes it. This pattern that they've fallen into. There isn't softness between them, regardless of how quiet it'd been a few moments before. All it took was cutting the proverbial string and Ren has been loosed from his internal leash. The kiss goes hard, biting, teeth clicking and blood being drawn. His lip stings from it and he's still reeling from the coppery tang when things blur past one moment and snap back to clarity in the next.
No longer is he facing Ren, his back towards him, exposed. On his sides he can feel those bruises starting to reform from the other man's harsh grip. They aren't soothed by the warm gust of air along the nape of his neck, brushing down his shoulder blades. While Hux doesn't appreciate the switch as much, he knew what he was getting into. Even though predicting Kylo Ren is as easy as understanding the Force of which he uses.
Mind hazed over by the steely grip, he bends to the other man's will. To what he's asking without words. Quietly, he kneels on the bed, though his hand comes to close around one of Ren's wrists, fingers drawn tight as he pulls him with the motion. ]