[ This is their usual pace. Nothing soft or gentle or slow. They're sharp edges and bitten off words or sounds. And just like Ren, Hux is a creature of routine. This is something he knows and the familiarity is a strange comfort. It doesn't make his heart race, anxious for things he hasn't put names to. The bite against his skin has him breathing in quick and he shudders at the feel of those hands. At the pressure on his hips, because he wants this, wants what's next.
Cloth tears and the shock of it shakes him out of his haze for a moment. Anger flares hot until the chill air sets across his exposed hip and leg. He's left shifting, partially ashamed that he's letting this slide. Later, he'll be furious. Later, he'll exact revenge. For now he's left feeling flush all over, arms starting to shake from holding his weight up. ]
Must you always be so destructive? [ There's no sting to the words, not with his head tipped and loose, lips parted and soft. ]
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Date: 2016-03-28 07:14 am (UTC)Cloth tears and the shock of it shakes him out of his haze for a moment. Anger flares hot until the chill air sets across his exposed hip and leg. He's left shifting, partially ashamed that he's letting this slide. Later, he'll be furious. Later, he'll exact revenge. For now he's left feeling flush all over, arms starting to shake from holding his weight up. ]
Must you always be so destructive? [ There's no sting to the words, not with his head tipped and loose, lips parted and soft. ]