[And for that compliance, Ren's other hand begins again: a series of short, shuttling tugs across soft skin-- leading him forward, forward-- it leaves the General settled on his hands and knees once Ren finishes coaxing him along, the pad of his thumb heavy as it gently rolls across Hux's tongue.
As he dips his face to kiss along the line of Hux's spine, kneading and pulling and pressing like he means to devour the other man piece by piece. The soft scent of sweat and faintly perfumed skin from grooming, the beauty of those muscles, strained and wanting. How blind he'd been for so long to what he could have possessed, rather than controlled.
And then Ren withdraws completely. Falls to the bed at Hux's side, dark curls in a tangle around his flushed face as still-gloved fingers peel down the waistband of his own trousers. As he spreads the slickness of Hux's spit to his palm and curls it tight around himself with as much determined desperation as seems appropriate for someone so chaotic. So driven.
He's breathing through his teeth; he's watching Hux without daring to look away.]
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As he dips his face to kiss along the line of Hux's spine, kneading and pulling and pressing like he means to devour the other man piece by piece. The soft scent of sweat and faintly perfumed skin from grooming, the beauty of those muscles, strained and wanting. How blind he'd been for so long to what he could have possessed, rather than controlled.
And then Ren withdraws completely. Falls to the bed at Hux's side, dark curls in a tangle around his flushed face as still-gloved fingers peel down the waistband of his own trousers. As he spreads the slickness of Hux's spit to his palm and curls it tight around himself with as much determined desperation as seems appropriate for someone so chaotic. So driven.
He's breathing through his teeth; he's watching Hux without daring to look away.]