[For all the viciousness shown, he's not immune to Hux's trembling arms or the flush that stains his skin: aggression is followed by uncharacteristic softness, the memory of humanity carried from a time when Kylo Ren lived under another name. His left hand settles across Hux's chest, cradling him high near the crux of his sternum, pinning him to the muscle of his own body where he kneels at the general's back. It isn't the first time he's used care with physical intimacy on the table - TX-701 was the first punch of emotional clarity to break the surface, and for months now the pilot has coaxed Ren beyond his own perceived boundaries in tangent with the broiling friction he and Hux have unwittingly fostered in its wake. So when his right hand sinks down across freshly bared skin, skirting down from Hux's hip, it's with practiced precision. Adopted care.
Tempered, not tepid.]
I would have no use without it. [The truth, as sincere as the pain that needles in under his skin at the admission. Brief and fleeting and forgotten when he tips his profile further in against the span of Hux's neck.] You of all people should know that.
[Because this time, when his fingertips bury themselves between the General's thighs to grip the base of his cock, nothing inhibits those inherently demanding strokes. Leather sliding over soft, velveteen skin.]
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Date: 2016-03-29 12:31 pm (UTC)Tempered, not tepid.]
I would have no use without it. [The truth, as sincere as the pain that needles in under his skin at the admission. Brief and fleeting and forgotten when he tips his profile further in against the span of Hux's neck.] You of all people should know that.
[Because this time, when his fingertips bury themselves between the General's thighs to grip the base of his cock, nothing inhibits those inherently demanding strokes. Leather sliding over soft, velveteen skin.]