[It isn't according to his own plan, but there's a beauty in it that even Ren can't deny, sucking in a tight breath as he feels the fevered heat of Hux's mouth closing down around him by steady, hungry degrees. Cheeks hollow for how he draws himself up, edging in deeper towards the base of his own tongue. Ren sees it. All of it.
They are not parallels, TX-701 and the General. For all that he endeavored to press Hux to his limits, never once did he truly entertain the idea of putting the man to his knees to be used the way he did his pilot. Even when the scales tipped and viciousness set in, it was always about vengeance more than it was baser humiliation (though the line blurred at times, he'll admit). A steady pause and Ren lifts his hand to curl it in the thick tangle of pale, red hair at the base of Hux's skull. Tentative pressure, leading into the heaviness of his own palm, down farther along the length of his tense cock than perhaps Hux might have immediately preferred.
[ This is not how he envisioned this going. But then, he thought his time was going to be spent alone, a leisurely enjoyment without an audience. Ren had disrupted his solitude as usual and now here they were. His tongue presses insistent along the underside of Ren's dick, cheeks intermittently hollowing as he goes.
While he might be the one on his knees, it's the other man who he gets to watch lose control. The sharp intake of breath and steady weight of his palm tell him as much. He's pushed down a fraction before he resists, swallowing at his own pace. If Ren expected him to just follow his every whim, he was in for disappointment.
Hux gets as far as he can without choking before he slides back up, tip of his tongue laving at the head. With more of a sharpness, he takes him in his mouth again, using his free hand to settle on Ren's hip. His other goes to the bruises, pushing with a soft groan. ]
Edited (Autocorrect.....) Date: 2016-05-01 01:08 am (UTC)
[Ren winces once, a hiss slipping between teeth as Hux tenses, flexing back against the weight of his own palm. It's the closest he comes to expressing discontent with the General's refusal to be steered blind; in truth, there's no mustered indignation or rage so long as Hux's contact stays constant and generous, fingers a warm, steady pressure and his mouth--
His mouth.
Had Ren a better reach, more advantageous positioning, he'd aggravate those bruises. A gift, despite the conflict that'd sparked their origin. Another clipped noise, another moment of unforgivable satisfaction and Kylo Ren finds himself wishing the General's grip wasn't so stern or sensible - free hand clamping down overtop of slender knuckles, adding pressure to pressure, craving the painful bite of aggravated skin.
The sweetness of his tongue.]
More... [He manages at last, teeth bared, flinching.]
[ 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: 2016-04-30 07:19 am (UTC)They are not parallels, TX-701 and the General. For all that he endeavored to press Hux to his limits, never once did he truly entertain the idea of putting the man to his knees to be used the way he did his pilot. Even when the scales tipped and viciousness set in, it was always about vengeance more than it was baser humiliation (though the line blurred at times, he'll admit). A steady pause and Ren lifts his hand to curl it in the thick tangle of pale, red hair at the base of Hux's skull. Tentative pressure, leading into the heaviness of his own palm, down farther along the length of his tense cock than perhaps Hux might have immediately preferred.
They are not equals, TX-701 and the General.
But in this, at least, they are close.]
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Date: 2016-04-30 07:54 am (UTC)While he might be the one on his knees, it's the other man who he gets to watch lose control. The sharp intake of breath and steady weight of his palm tell him as much. He's pushed down a fraction before he resists, swallowing at his own pace. If Ren expected him to just follow his every whim, he was in for disappointment.
Hux gets as far as he can without choking before he slides back up, tip of his tongue laving at the head. With more of a sharpness, he takes him in his mouth again, using his free hand to settle on Ren's hip. His other goes to the bruises, pushing with a soft groan. ]
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Date: 2016-05-05 08:47 am (UTC)His mouth.
Had Ren a better reach, more advantageous positioning, he'd aggravate those bruises. A gift, despite the conflict that'd sparked their origin. Another clipped noise, another moment of unforgivable satisfaction and Kylo Ren finds himself wishing the General's grip wasn't so stern or sensible - free hand clamping down overtop of slender knuckles, adding pressure to pressure, craving the painful bite of aggravated skin.
The sweetness of his tongue.]
More... [He manages at last, teeth bared, flinching.]
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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. ]