[ Whatever it translates to, Hux is moderately grateful. The latch on his trousers is loosed and then Ren's hand dips low. His palm is heavy against his straining erection and Hux swallows reflexively, dry mouthed, when he digs in. When he drags back up in a long stroke. It's not enough. His back arches with the motion, trying to press as close to the contact as possible.
Logic and reason have flown from him completely. All that remains is this. Whatever it is. Because it's not the viciousness that they normally reserve for each other, no matter how much his lip had bled from the kiss. Or from the stinging bruises. No, those are willfully inflicted and taken. There's a word for this, but he skirts around it, checking it off as pure lust.
(Though the soft kiss to his spine says something different). ]
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Date: 2016-03-26 09:06 am (UTC)Logic and reason have flown from him completely. All that remains is this. Whatever it is. Because it's not the viciousness that they normally reserve for each other, no matter how much his lip had bled from the kiss. Or from the stinging bruises. No, those are willfully inflicted and taken. There's a word for this, but he skirts around it, checking it off as pure lust.
(Though the soft kiss to his spine says something different). ]