[It isn't a question in any true sense of the word: he doesn't expect a thoughtful answer from Hux-- one hand wrapped tight around him, feeling the fevered heat that seeps clean through as the General's hips buck and shift on some instinctive, driven path-- and he wouldn't still if they were fully clothed beneath the harsh lights of the Finalizer's forward deck. Besides, the grip at his neck is secure where Hux has found traction in dark curls, and against the infrequent grace of contact where Hux occasionally draws back into the press of his own erection, pinned tight and hot; he can't find the willpower to keep his own thoughts from wandering for it.
Conversation is little more than white noise, even if there's truth in it - perhaps that's the only way Kylo Ren could bear it.]
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[It isn't a question in any true sense of the word: he doesn't expect a thoughtful answer from Hux-- one hand wrapped tight around him, feeling the fevered heat that seeps clean through as the General's hips buck and shift on some instinctive, driven path-- and he wouldn't still if they were fully clothed beneath the harsh lights of the Finalizer's forward deck. Besides, the grip at his neck is secure where Hux has found traction in dark curls, and against the infrequent grace of contact where Hux occasionally draws back into the press of his own erection, pinned tight and hot; he can't find the willpower to keep his own thoughts from wandering for it.
Conversation is little more than white noise, even if there's truth in it - perhaps that's the only way Kylo Ren could bear it.]