[ Ren's discontent is easy to pick out– the quiet hiss between his teeth is answer where words fail. Somewhere, Hux is sure that TX-701 would never fight back. He follows, taking orders to the very end, no matter how conflicted it might make him feel. Perhaps it's too bad for the Force user that he won't be the same sort, regardless of his military affiliations. He's used to his rank being respected and followed. Going in blind is not an option.
He applies the same reasoning here. Pressure is even keeled, fingertips on the other man's hip digging in just enough. His mouth sinks back down and as he swallows there's a bit of aching discomfort. It still sends a roll of quiet want through him, magnified as Ren pushes his hand over his, voice just shy of pleading. After a few easy motions, rhythmic and purposeful, he pulls away entirely, licking his lips reflexively.
Shifting, he tugs his hand out from under Ren's, sliding it to his stomach as he settles across his hips. Both knees planted on either side, he presses down, letting out a breath in a rush at the contact. ]
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Date: 2016-05-10 11:20 pm (UTC)He applies the same reasoning here. Pressure is even keeled, fingertips on the other man's hip digging in just enough. His mouth sinks back down and as he swallows there's a bit of aching discomfort. It still sends a roll of quiet want through him, magnified as Ren pushes his hand over his, voice just shy of pleading. After a few easy motions, rhythmic and purposeful, he pulls away entirely, licking his lips reflexively.
Shifting, he tugs his hand out from under Ren's, sliding it to his stomach as he settles across his hips. Both knees planted on either side, he presses down, letting out a breath in a rush at the contact. ]