[Normally it would read as a demand. It might– even in the moment– translate to one now. If it does, it fails to slow the slide of his thumb where it edges in beneath Hux's waistband, catching the clasp with ease and knocking it loose with one deft flick of his wrist.
A single inhale pierces the silence, parallels the digging warmth where his palm dips down low between Hux's legs, rising with a heavy pressure that buckles the muscle of Ren's forearm. It's not necessarily kind— but it's also far, far apart from any idea of cruelty. There's no teasing, no skirting the line between want and tolerance they way they've done time and time again in the past.
It's a gift. It must be.
Punctuated with a kiss, struck neatly across bared vertebrae.] As you wish.
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Date: 2016-03-26 08:45 am (UTC)A single inhale pierces the silence, parallels the digging warmth where his palm dips down low between Hux's legs, rising with a heavy pressure that buckles the muscle of Ren's forearm. It's not necessarily kind— but it's also far, far apart from any idea of cruelty. There's no teasing, no skirting the line between want and tolerance they way they've done time and time again in the past.
It's a gift. It must be.
Punctuated with a kiss, struck neatly across bared vertebrae.] As you wish.