[Even with the advantage of leverage, there's little room for maneuverability where hemlines are concerned. Aside from the fact that Ren isn't small, dipping his broad hand as low as he'd like between Hux's stirring cock and those absurd trousers doesn't come easily- even smooth fabric catches across his gloves when he draws back at the tail end of each circling pull. Hux's willingness to meet him dulls the edge (spurs him on, heartbeat high in his throat) but eventually even that gentle friction can't match the wellspring of emotion coiled hot within Ren's chest in the face of obvious frustration. His grip cinches, free hand dragging Hux closer until their hips rest flush, and then-- stutters. Flexes. Unflexes.
All punctuated by a pinched noise that dies off in the base of his throat.
Were this their usual, disruptive engagement, he'd have no problem hooking his thumb between belt loops and ripping them free. As it stands, however, chances are slim that Hux would either tolerate or appreciate that solution. Meaning in the interim, he's forced to rely on exercising patience.
Or generally being a nuisance until Hux gets the idea.]
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All punctuated by a pinched noise that dies off in the base of his throat.
Were this their usual, disruptive engagement, he'd have no problem hooking his thumb between belt loops and ripping them free. As it stands, however, chances are slim that Hux would either tolerate or appreciate that solution. Meaning in the interim, he's forced to rely on exercising patience.
Or generally being a nuisance until Hux gets the idea.]