Chapter Text
Thirty minutes later
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When their Force bond activates again Kylo doesn’t immediately notice it’s happened.
Usually he’s at least as attuned to their bond as Rey is. This time, though, when the Force reconnects them, Rey finds Kylo lying on his back in his bed, eyes glazed and staring up at the ceiling. He doesn’t turn to look at her. In fact, he shows no sign he even knows she’s here. His lips and chin are coated in a strange, pink goo—which, Rey guesses, probably came from the half-eaten melon he’s cradling, almost lovingly, to his chest.
She’s stumbled upon Kylo in some pretty strange situations before, but this…
She notices that the lights in his quarters are dim, and soft music is playing.
Kylo Ren listens to music ? What is going on here?
She takes a tentative step closer to his bed. And then another. It’s isn’t until she’s a foot away from him that she realizes his black leather pants are undone and pulled down over his hips, and his free hand is gently stroking his…
Her eyes go wide.
“ Kylo ?”
At her voice, Kylo Ren—the Supreme Leader of the galaxy; one of the most Force-sensitive people to ever live—leaps from his bed and to his feet so fast he nearly trips over his shoes.
“Rey,” he says as he recovers his balance, his voice rough and deeper than it usually is. He’s frantically pulling up his pants. Tugging at his zipper. His hair is a disaster, and he runs a hand through it distractedly a half-second before realizing his hand is just as much a sticky pink mess as the lower half of his face is. He quickly yanks his hand from his hair with a loud, frustrated groan.
Then he stares at it, furious. Like his right hand is his mortal enemy. “Fuck. Fuck .” He shoots Rey an absolutely wretched look.
And then, reluctantly, he looks lower, at the crotch of his pants.
He groans again, even louder this time.
Because while he’s decent now, in the sense that his… his parts are all covered up again, there is absolutely no mistaking the absolutely enormous erection he’s got right now beneath his black leather pants.
Rey flushes, her mind rushing back to all those passages in Sands where the Supreme Leader used that part of his body to bring the Scavenger pleasure. How many times has she wondered in the weeks since she started reading what it would feel like to take that part of Kylo Ren inside her?
And, more to the point: how many times has she wondered whether that part of him would even fit ? She’s never been with any man before, let alone with a man with a cock the size of a space cucumber. While she suspects the author took a number of liberties in their descriptions... she’s seen Kylo’s cock before. She’s seeing it now, in fact, his erection straining hard against his pants. A beef baton it might not actually be—but there’s no denying that Kylo Ren is very well-endowed.
Meanwhile, she’s never managed to fit more than two of her own slender fingers inside herself before.
But she’s getting ahead of herself. Before she can think about his cock like that there’s an important conversation they need to have. A conversation she’s wanted to have ever since the last time their Force bond shorted out.
Had he meant what he’d said earlier, about the Supreme Leader wanting to pleasure her with his mouth? Had he been talking about himself, or the Supreme Leader in the story? She could always probe their Force bond to get the answers she’s looking for. But he’s kept a careful distance from her thoughts these past few weeks. She knows she should respect the same boundaries.
She squares her shoulders. Gathers her courage. For his part, Kylo looks about five seconds away from finding the nearest airlock and throwing himself from it.
“Ben,” she says, at the exact moment he says, “ Rey,” in a choked voice.
They pause, staring at each other. Rey takes a deep breath, and tries to will her racing heart to slow.
She opens her mouth to continue, but he beats her to it.
“I’ve rehearsed this,” he mumbles, cryptically.
Rey blinks at him. “What?”
He huffs out a low breath. Reaches up to run his sticky hand through his hair again before thinking better of it and letting it drop back down to his side. “I’ve... practiced. What I was going to say to you, and how I would…”
He trails off, cheeks suddenly so red she can see his blush through the goo covering his face.
“But I can’t do it like this,” he continues, gesturing vaguely to his head. His lips. “Can I just… can I just spend a minute the ‘fresher to get cleaned up?” His eyes plead with her. “I’ll just... please. Don’t go anywhere. Okay?”
He knows as well as she does that their connection does whatever it damn well pleases, whenever it damn well pleases. She has no more control over whether she will still be here in a few minutes than she has over the wind patterns on Jakku.
She nods her agreement all the same.
“Sure,” she says. She gives him what she hopes is a reassuring smile. “I’ll wait.”
Tension seems to leave him at her words. And for the first time in recent memory... he smiles back.
(When he closes the door behind him and she hears the water in the ‘fresher turn on she absolutely, positively, does not imagine what he must look like right now: naked, and wet all over, standing under the hot shower spray.)
True to his word, Kylo is only gone a few minutes. He comes out of the ‘fresher dressed differently, wearing a black, loose-fitting tunic tied closed with a soft-looking fabric belt. It leaves his legs bare below the knees, and Rey has to force herself not to gape at his muscular legs.
“You stayed,” he says, a little incredulous.
“I did.” Occasionally, the Force gives them a small break. She smiles again, and she watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
Kylo nods. He clears his throat, and crosses the room until he reaches his bed.
He pauses, and turns to look at her.
On all of Rey’s previous visits here Kylo’s bed has been neatly made, sheets tucked in and corners folded with military precision. Today, though, his bed looks... used . Rumpled. Slept in. It’s strangely intimate seeing it like this, even though they’re both fully clothed and standing ten feet apart.
Kylo watches her silently for a long moment. And then, slowly, he sits down on the edge of the mattress.
“I… we…” He shakes his head as he fumbles for the right words. “Can we… talk?” A pause. “Here?”
He pats the spot beside him on the mattress, eyes never leaving her face.
Rey’s heart leaps into her throat at the invitation. But he doesn’t have to ask her twice. She walks across the room and perches on the edge of the bed beside him. Less than an inch of charged space separates them now; his body is closer to her than its been since that night in that hut on Ahch-to.
She can hear Kylo’s breath stutter a little when, feeling bold, she takes one of his hands in hers and twines their fingers together.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asks.
Rey knows, she thinks. She spent all kriffing day going over those final moments before their connection was severed. The way he looked at her when he made his confession has been seared, perhaps permanently, in her mind’s eye. And right now, he’s looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky. Like he can’t quite believe she is real, and that she is here, sitting next to him on his bed, holding his hand.
His jaw works.
“I just wanted to tell you that…” He swallows, and looks down at their joined hands.
He doesn’t continue. But Rey knows now, with certainty, that he’d meant what he’d said to her earlier.
When still he says nothing—just continues to stare at their hands, at the floor—she decides to take the next step herself. Slowly, the way she might approach a frightened habercat back on Jakku, and with the sound of her own heartbeat roaring in her ears, she leans in and presses a whisper-light kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Ben,” she whispers against his cheek.
It’s like a switch goes off inside him. All at once, his arms come up around her to pull her close, and then—
And then, his lips are crashing down on hers.
The kiss isn’t like anything Rey thought it would be all the times she’s lain awake in bed, imagining this moment. For one thing, it’s immediately clear that she and TheUltimateGinger had both been wrong: Kylo has no clue what he’s doing. There’s no finesse when he shoves his tongue between her lips, no subtlety in the way he drags his large fingers through her hair. He’s clearly enthusiastic, though. Right now, for her, that more than makes up for his lack of skill.
Besides--it’s not like she has any idea what she’s doing, either.
“Rey,” he breathes. He’s moving quickly as he touches her, runs his large, warm hands over her arms and shoulders. It’s almost too fast, the way he’s moving--like he’s worried that if he slows down or stops for even a second she’ll change her mind. Or disappear. He presses heated, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down the slim column of her throat--and when he bites down, gently, on her collarbone, it pulls a groan from her that surprises them both.
He starts babbling, his voice trembling, nervous.
“Rey.” His breath fans out against her throat, sweet and warm. “Oh, Maker. Rey. I want, I want—”
“I want it, too.”
A beat. “Rey. Are you… do you mean… what are you...?”
She tilts her chin a little and kisses him quiet. He whimpers against her lips, the sound of his helplessness at her touch sending a bolt of unexpected pleasure right down her spine.
They kiss for what feels like hours, experimenting, tasting, touching. But just as he’s pulling her down beside him on the bed, the scene she walked in on when their bond activated earlier this evening flashes before her eyes again. She freezes in his arms.
“Actually, wait,” she says, her tone breathier than she’d expected. When he keeps kissing her, pulls her even closer to him on the bed, she puts both palms flat on his chest and pushes a little. “Hold on a second.”
Kylo freezes and pulls back a little. His pupils are blown wide, but behind the desire she sees in his eyes he looks absolutely terrified.
“What... what is it?” He’s breathing hard now, even harder than she is. Through their bond Rey can sense lust—and fear—pouring off him in waves. “Am I doing something wrong? Do you… do you not want to--”
“What were you doing with that melon?”
A long pause.
“What?”
“When I showed up earlier. What were you doing?” She bites her lip. “You were cradling it to your chest. Its juice was all over your face when I got here. And you were stroking your...”
She doesn’t finish her sentence. But she doesn’t have to. At her words, Kylo tears his gaze away from her and looks down at the floor. The big, strong arms that had been wrapped around her body just a second ago drop to the mattress.
“It’s…” He trails off, and sits up again. Glances at her before looking away. “Can we… can we please not talk about it?”
“Why not?”
“Just… just because ,” he sputters. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut and presses his fists into them. “It’s… it’s embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” She cocks her head to the side. “How do you mean?”
When he looks at her again his expression is desperate. “ Please , Rey.” He’s pleading with her now. “Just… drop it. Please.”
As he pleads with her, Rey thinks back to the cucumber she stole from the cafeteria at the Resistance base the other night. She remembers all the things she’d done with it, and all the things she’d tried to do.
Her face is burning again when she says, to the floor: “Okay, Kylo. I will.”
Rey isn’t even fully undressed yet before Kylo’s face is pressed between her thighs. She’s struggling to take her top off and she’s still wearing her underwear, but her legs are bare, the lower half of her tunic lying on the floor in a messy pile beside his shirt.
Apparently the sight of her bare legs is enough, all on its own, to spur him into action.
“I want to show you,” he gasps wetly against her skin. He turns his head to the side and presses a hot, needy kiss to her inner thigh that curls her toes. “I want to show you how wrong that story was. About… about so many things.” He’s kissing her hard now, needy and desperate and bruising, like he can’t get enough of her, his lips and tongue proving to her in a way words never could that he wants this. That he wants this more than anything. It feels better than anything Rey has ever experienced in her life.
And then—
And then, his nose nudges tentatively at the damp fabric at the apex of her thighs. He takes a long, deep breath, and his eyes shutter closed..
“Oh, fuck ,” he groans. He breathes in again, moaning on the exhale. He looks up at her, eyes heavy-lidded and dark. “May I—”
She’s leaning back on her elbows now, watching him hovering over her lower body. He’s so… beautiful , his chest heaving and bare as he works up the nerve to ask for what he wants.
She doesn’t trust her voice right now. She’s too full of emotion, too full of something that she doesn’t have words for. So she nods wordlessly instead.
He laughs a little, dry and nervous. He slips his fingers beneath the elastic band of her underwear and gently slides the fabric down her legs.
When at last she is completely bare before him, his eyes go very, very wide.
He pauses, just... looking at her.
And then, he says, very quietly: “Oh.”
Rey lifts her head off the pillow and cranes her neck so she can see him better. She hadn’t thought to be self-conscious about her body before they’d decided to do this. But his reaction to her sex is not at all what she’d expected. Not after how desperate he’d been to get her into his bed tonight, to take off her clothes.
He sounds, looks…
Surprised by what he sees.
“What is it?” she asks, her nerves suddenly getting the better of her.
Kylo doesn’t respond. He touches her gently with the tip of his index finger, sliding through the wetness that has pooled between her thighs with an almost reverent grace.
“You’re so… small, Rey.”
He doesn’t sound disappointed, exactly. But it’s clear from the tone of his voice that she isn’t quite what he expected, either.
Fighting back tears, Rey throws an arm over her face. “Is it... am I too small?” She thinks of the ten-inch cock she’s read about all these weeks, and worries, suddenly, that Kylo finds her lacking in some fundamental way.
“Oh,” he says. He sounds dazed. Disoriented. “No. No, not at all. I just thought… I mean. I just assumed …”
He leans forward and licks at the source of her wetness, trailing his tongue through her slick until he reaches the bundle of nerves that brings her the most intense bursts of pleasure. She hisses, toes curled, as he swirls his tongue around and around it experimentally. For a moment Rey forgets how to breathe.
“I just assumed you’d be... bigger,” he murmurs against her opening. He probes it, testing, with the tip of his tongue. Rey makes a sound in the back of her throat that’s barely human.
When she finds her voice again, she says: “Bigger?”
“Yes,” he says. A pause. “Bigger. Or like… you know. I thought maybe there’d be be… um. Tentacles.”
Her eyes go wide. “ Tentacles ?”
But then his mouth is on her again, her head falls back onto the pillow, and all conversation ends.
Kylo doesn’t know what he’s doing here any more than he did with the kissing. But he’s a quick study, using the little moans and whimpers she makes as he licks her as a guide. And when he finds the right amount of pressure to use to make her body contract and her vision white out, Rey can’t tell which one of them is moaning.
When she regains her breath, Rey turns to Ben and whispers: “Is there anything else you wanted to try?” She licks her lips nervously, and she can tell she’s blushing again—but she can’t find it in her to be embarrassed about that. Not after what he just did to her. What he just made her feel. “Is there… anything else you think the story got wrong?”
She’s thinking about his cock, of course. She wants to know what it would feel like inside her. She’s dying to know if he’s wondering the same thing. But he’s already one step ahead of her. When she opens her eyes again he’s already kicked off his pants. They’re lying in a pile with the rest of their clothing.
She looks lower, and sees his hand wrapped so tightly around the base of his cock it has to be painful.
“Rey,” he murmurs. His voice is ragged and strained. He pushes her knees apart with one hand and quickly moves between them. “ Please .”
He takes his hand off his cock to awkwardly caress her inner thigh—
—and then Rey sees it, for the first time, up close.
It’s even bigger than she’d thought it was, jutting out from his body at an almost comically sharp angle. She studies it a long moment, tries to focus on her breathing and on staying calm.
It doesn’t really work. Because while it might not actually be ten inches long, it has to be at least eight. Maybe even nine.
That is never going to fit inside her.
“Ben,” she gasps. She rears back a little on the bed reflexively. “Kylo. Is that… is that your…cock?” She knows it is, of course. She knows it’s his cock. But it’s right there , no longer a mere abstraction, and the sight of it, the feel of it pressing up against her thigh, hard and insistent, fills her with so much nervous anticipation the nonsense words tumble out of her before she can stop them.
Kylo buries his face in his hands and lets out a long, shuddering sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I’m so sorry.”
She swallows. “It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. I just… I just don’t know if—”
“You must be so horribly disappointed.”
Her heart sinks. He’s having the exact same concerns that she is, then.
With a lump in the back of her throat, Rey gets up on her knees and wraps herself around him as best she can. She presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. She smooths back his hair from his forehead. He keeps his face buried in his hands.
“It’ll be okay,” she murmurs. “We’ll figure it out.”
“But it’s just… it isn’t what you were expecting.” He looks at her. The torment in his eyes is so palpable it tugs at her heart. “It’s so much… I’m so much smaller than you were expecting, and—”
“Wait. Just… wait a minute,” she says, cutting him off. She blinks at him, trying to process what he’s telling her. What is he saying ? “ Smaller ?”
He nods. “I’m not… I’m not as big as the story said I was.” He shakes his head. “I... checked. I’m only eight-and-a-half inches.”
At his words, an image of Kylo the way she found him the other day—a ruler in one hand; his giant cock in the other—flashes before her eyes.
Suddenly, everything clicks into place.
Slowly, gently, Rey puts a reassuring hand on his cheek. She kisses the corner of his mouth.
“We can figure it out together. Okay?”
Rey lies back down on the bed and spreads her legs again. She doesn’t miss the way his eyes rove over her, taking in every inch of her body.
She reaches for him, and takes his eight-and-a-half inch cock in her hand, so big and so thick she can hardly wrap her hand around it. She slowly slides her palm up, and then back down again, marveling at how smooth his skin is here.
Kylo lets out an involuntary whine as a bead of moisture leaks out of his tip. Without missing a beat, Rey gently runs her finger through it before popping it into her mouth.
Hm , she thinks, licking her lips. Kind of salty. But not bad.
“Rey,” Kylo groans. He’s watching her suck on her finger with a hungry expression that would make her weak in the knees if she weren’t already lying down.
She settles back down on the pillows.
“I think,” she says, smiling a little, reaching for him. “I think we’ll be able to make this work.”
“Like… like this?”
He’s hovering over her, balancing on his forearms to keep her from having to bear most of his weight. The tip of his cock is finally, finally nudging at her entrance but Kylo’s just… lingering there, like he doesn’t quite know what he’s supposed to do next.
Then again, neither does she.
“I… I think so?” The story had been really vague about exactly how this next part was supposed to go. There was always a lot of thrusting and shrieking and thrashing around, but virtually nothing at all about angles, or rhythms or…
Or anything useful.
“I’m just going to…” Kylo pauses, licks his lips. Closes his eyes. His hands are fisting the sheets on either side of her head; when Rey turns to look at his hands she sees his knuckles are white. “I’m just going to… to push in, and—
He does.
At first, the discomfort is overpowering. Rey is full nearly to bursting with him, and she hisses at the pinch and stretch as her body struggles to accommodate the intrusion. When she moves a little, trying desperately to make room for him inside her body, Kylo groans, long and loud, his whole body trembling above her, already on the verge of losing control.
But then, suddenly, everything… softens. Kylo starts to move inside her, in and out, just a little—and the pain mellows and ebbs into something Rey thinks she can tolerate.
By the time their bodies and their minds are both in sync at last, their hips moving in an unexpected, blissful tandem, she wonders if maybe TheUltimateGinger didn’t get a few things right after all.
In the end, she decides she’s glad for the chance to find out.
Two months later
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General Armitage Hux reads over his final chapter with a critical eye.
This will be his final installment of the story that changed... everything.
It needs to be perfect.
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LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS
Rating: E
Author: TheUltimateGinger
a/n: It is with tears in my eyes that I write this author’s note. Finally, at long last, we have reached the end. Over 1,230,000 words. Thirty-five chapters and seventeen epilogues.
I cannot believe this day is finally here.
I could never have done this without you. Thank you to EVERYONE who has shared this story with friends and comrades, left comments and suggestions and compliments, and created fanart and interpretive dances inspired by these two complete and utter morons. I have treasured each and every one of them, just as I have treasured each and every one of you.
Many of you have asked what I plan to do next. My next story will not be posted here on the First Order Intranet. Instead, I am looking into self-publishing through Kablam, as that seems a reputable way for new authors to get their words out to a larger audience. I’m working with NotMitaka on some cover art, and… well. Let’s just say I am VERY excited.
I’d like to leave you with some parting words that I have always found inspirational:
“When I find myself in times of trouble / Mother Mary comes to me / And in the end / the love you take / is equal to the love / you make.”
The words are not mine, but I couldn’t have said it better myself.
All my love,
T.U.G.
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Epilogue #17
A newly redeemed Ben Solo took his big thingy out of his pants and held it in his giant hands.
“You like this?” He waggled his eyebrows. Then he waggled his cock. “You want this in your butt?”
Rey could only moan by way of response.
“Yes, please,” she groaned. “Yes, Alpha.”
He put it in her butt.
“I want it in there,” he groaned.
“MORE,” she growled.
He fucked her tiny little butt all night long. And it was amazing.
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Hux reads the final epilogue again. And then again.
And then, he sighs. Pushes his datapad to the side.
There are still hundreds of reviews in his account that he hasn’t responded to. Some—if recent history is any guide—will be critical. Some will be nitpicks over his descriptions, or certain words he’s used, or any number of other minutiae that seem to obsess a small but vocal minority of his readers.
But most of the comments, he knows from experience, will be positive. Some, in fact, will even be reverent. Right this very second he has hundreds of unread messages praising his writing, praising his plot…
… or, simply praising him.
He still can’t believe he is here.
Because at first, of course, this had been nothing but an elaborate ruse. He and Mitaka had decided the only way to overthrow the Supreme Leader would be to distract him. And what better way to distract him, they’d agreed, than to throw his painfully obvious affection for Rey the Scavenger right in his smug stupid face via a salaciously-written story about her, and him, doing graphically graphic sex stuff to one another?
The plan had been to horrify and distract the Supreme Leader, convince the rest of the First Order to stage a coup while his back was turned…
Which, in turn, would pave the way for General Armitage Hux to fulfill his destiny and, at long last, become the Supreme Leader the galaxy deserved.
To Hux’s great surprise, however, he quickly realized he actually quite enjoyed the writing process. That he craved it, in fact, when long days spent organizing meetings and battles and strategies kept him away from his datapad for too many hours at a time.
He and Mitaka started researching various sex positions on the intranet, one thing led to another—and now here he is, six months later, with adoring fans spanning the galaxy.
The people of the galaxy—people from the core, the Outer Rim; kriff , even from within the Resistance!—they love him for what he’s doing.
They love him .
Hux reads over the epilogue again, and then a fourth time, before finally deciding that he’s satisfied with the final product.
He quickly types an intranet message to Mitaka, and attaches the epilogue. The culmination of everything he’s worked so hard for these past six months.
Mitaka’s reply is almost instantaneous:
WE DID IT!!!
Hux reads his friend’s words silently to himself. Then he leans back in his chair, and smiles.
Like Sands Through the Hourglass might be over. But Armitage Hux knows his story is only just beginning.