[ Ren is pressed close and he just wants him closer. To fully feel the mixed body heat, a guard against the chill he feels starting to creep under his skin. The Finalizer is not a warm place, this he knows. Neither should this exchange be, though there's no stopping the lingering effects of the human body.
As Ren's forehead settles between his shoulders, he sighs. A breath that's taken immediately back in and held as soft leather slides across his stomach. The touch is ghosting, near teasing—not enough. Hux lets go of the wrist he'd been keeping close, allowing Ren to do what he wanted. Those bruises are starting to sting and it's sweet when mixed with the low press of the other man's palm. Anxious, his fingers curl into the bedding, grip flexing. ]
Keep going. [ Not quite a demand, as it's tempered by a rushing exhale. Still, his voice is firm. ]
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Date: 2016-03-25 07:29 pm (UTC)As Ren's forehead settles between his shoulders, he sighs. A breath that's taken immediately back in and held as soft leather slides across his stomach. The touch is ghosting, near teasing—not enough. Hux lets go of the wrist he'd been keeping close, allowing Ren to do what he wanted. Those bruises are starting to sting and it's sweet when mixed with the low press of the other man's palm. Anxious, his fingers curl into the bedding, grip flexing. ]
Keep going. [ Not quite a demand, as it's tempered by a rushing exhale. Still, his voice is firm. ]