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Hux is always cold.
Kylo remembers watching him standing on a walkway above the construction site that would one day become the command room of Starkiller Base. A slender, lonely figure in the dusk of Ilum, heavy greatcoat done up to his chin against the chill, his shoulders stiff with the weight of responsibility and the trembling desire to prove himself to the world. The light of the construction droids shining through the falling snow lit up his hair, making it glow like a red halo, and Kylo wondered how soft those coppery strands would feel to the touch.
As much as Hux adored his brainchild, he also hated being planetside, and Kylo would often overhear him complaining about the cold to one of his aides. He, on the other hand, had always looked forward to their Snoke-mandated inspection trips. Being on Ilum meant ample opportunity to observe Hux unnoticed, for the first time since they met the year before. He would still avoid staring for too long, even with his mask on, lest he give away how conscious he was of Hux’s presence every time they were in the same room.
Being on Ilum also meant being in close proximity to quintessence. Quintessence in its purest form was like a drug; it amplified Kylo’s control over a more precise manipulation of the Force, his ability to tap into the Dark. On Ilum, the Force danced around him, curling close, the swirls of power wrapping him in a tight embrace, heightening his senses. And the feeling only seemed to become stronger when Hux was near: the air around Kylo changing, growing warmer. Sharper, but with an elusive softness underneath. It was addictive. It was a connection he never wanted to lose.
Back then, he wasn’t ready to understand what it meant.
He was not yet ready to be honest with himself.
“Supreme Leader.”
The voice of Captain Madine brings Kylo back to the present, to the snow clouds gathering over the freezing sunset of Tokmia.
Six years after he had first set foot on Ilum, he is once again standing on the landing pad of a First Order base on a snow-covered planet, the icy fingers of the wind tickling his neck under his collar.
The circumstances, however, couldn’t be more different.
“We have received reports of an incoming blizzard,” Madine says as Kylo turns toward him, his posture taking on that air of unease that officers always seem to adopt in Kylo’s presence. “Might I suggest you and the Grand Marshal spend the night planetside? Conditions should clear by sunrise, in about five standard hours.”
“We did not plan to stay,” Kylo says.
Indeed they had no intention to make more than a flying visit to the base. Construction has been progressing according to plan, with the majority of deadlines met. But when seemingly everything is going well, a quick visit from the High Command serves two purposes: first, it boosts morale among the troops; second, and this is equally important, provides an opportunity to root out dissent.
And the Supreme Leader and the Grand Marshal are the perfect men for the job.
“Apologies for the inconvenience, Supreme Leader.” The Captain hesitates for a moment, then continues, “but comms are down and we can’t reach the Finalizer. We believe it would be dangerous for your shuttle to take off, especially at nighttime. Weather on this planet can be unpredictable.”
Kylo has no reason to doubt the man. After all, his troops have been stationed on Tokmia for the majority of ten standard months, overseeing ore mining and the construction of the base while also providing security for the newest First Order stronghold in the Anoat Sector. If there is anyone who knows this planet like the back of their hand, it’s the Captain, and Kylo has no interest in challenging him just so he can have the last word. Something else that has changed in the past six years.
“What is this I hear about a delay in our departure, Captain?” The hangar doors hiss open and Hux strides through them, black fur coat billowing along behind him. Kylo’s mouth twitches at the dramatic entrance, but Madine straightens his posture immediately, his face going pale.
“Beg your pardon, Grand Marshal. As I was just informing the Supreme Leader, a snowstorm is approaching rapidly. Our comms are down and the command center has advised us to—”
Hux makes an impatient gesture with his hand, cutting off the Captain. His eyes flick to Kylo in silent question.
“We’re staying, then,” Kylo says, addressing Madine. “What about shelter?”
“I suppose they can put us up in the officers’ barracks,” Hux says.
That didn’t even cross Kylo’s mind. He would have suggested sleeping in the shuttle before the barracks, not that he believes for a second that Hux’s doting officers would allow their Grand Marshal to spend the night in a hangar curled up in a chair. It’s strange to think that Hux, now so fond of his luxurious vices, had spent years living in a military dorm and isn’t fazed by the prospect of rooming with five stormtroopers.
“We would not request such a thing of you, sirs,” Captain Madine says quickly. As expected. “Your crew can bunk in the barracks for the night, but I believe we can arrange a better situation for you two. If you would follow me.”
Hux shoots Kylo a look, but he follows Madine back inside. Kylo trails along behind them, listening to Hux interrogate the Captain about the details of the blizzard and the comm status in a clipped voice.
Madine leads them to one of the lower floors of the base, which makes Hux raise a silent eyebrow. Kylo himself is starting to wonder about this potential solution, more so when Madine asks them to wait in the corridor before disappearing into what looks suspiciously like a janitor’s office.
There is a brief commotion behind the door, three voices conversing in quick, hushed tones in a language Kylo doesn’t recognize. When Madine returns, he is ushering two diminutive white-furred aliens in front of him.
Oku. Kylo is familiar with their appearance, if not their language, having studied the native species of the planet before the First Order launched their takeover campaign. He must commend the captain for being able to converse with the aliens without a protocol droid, the Oku being barely sentient. Which, of course, serves Kylo’s purposes perfectly. Ever since the Figg mining company abandoned Tokmia back in the days of the Empire, having exhausted the planet’s resources - or so they believed - the Oku have been waiting for new benefactors: burning fires in patterns reminiscent of landing lights and prophesying that the magical starships of their offworld visitors would someday return.
Well, they are here now.
Madine says something to the older one of the two aliens, and the Oku’s eyes go wide. He takes a step forward, then falls to his knees in front of Kylo and touches his lips to the hem of his cape. He tries to do the same thing with Hux, but Madine manages to grab him by the scruff of his neck and yank him back to his feet.
“Enough,” Kylo says, although he doesn’t miss the satisfied gleam in Hux’s eyes. Pleased by this theatrical display of deference. “Captain Madine. My patience is wearing thin. What is this about?”
Madine flushes bright red, and the Oku hastily babbles something in an excited voice.
“I– Forgive me, Supreme Leader. The Oku have cabins in the forest, the closest about a five minute speeder ride away. It should have all the necessities you two may require. And this one here,” he shakes the furry alien a little, “says it would be a great honor for them if you’d choose to spend the night in one of their guest rak s. They will provide you with the best one and a droid to take you there.”
Kylo glances at Hux. He wonders if Hux would still prefer the officers’ barracks to an alien hut in the woods, but Hux gives a slight nod with his head, so Kylo says: “Very well. Take us to the speeder.”
By the time they reach the hovercraft hangar, the sky has turned an ominous shade of gray and large, wet snowflakes are starting to drift down. Within minutes they are flying thicker and heavier, and the Oku motion anxiously for Kylo and Hux to hurry up, pointing to their seats in a parked landspeeder. Fortunately the vehicle has a closed passenger compartment, because when the navigation droid settles into the front seat, the snow is already falling so thick they can hardly see anything.
The droid starts up the craft with a beep, and then they are off, the wind whipping around them with a vengeance.
—----
The rak - as the Oku called it - is a squat little log cabin nestled amongst tall, evergreen trees. With its sloping roof, painted door and wooden exterior, it could almost be described as quaint, although Kylo doubts Hux will have the same opinion.
It’s been a while since he himself has spent time in a forest. He remembers a child’s bed, in a thatched hut that clung to the thick trunk of a conifer tree like a nest. Fifteen meters above the ground, the stars seemed like an arm’s reach away, and he peeked at them through his splayed fingers, imagining he could close his hand around them. The whole Galaxy, in the palm of his hand. He listened to the sounds of insects as he drifted off, the flickering light of torches keeping watch over him in his sleep.
He never set foot in that place again. Maybe it was nothing more than a dream.
Kylo shakes his head and the image disperses, replaced by a white flurry of snowflakes.
The droid drops them off in front of the cabin then steers the speeder towards the adjacent shed to park it.
Kylo is the first to open the door, and he lets out an amused huff at the sight that welcomes him.
The cabin, like the Captain said, is perfectly suitable for two people. Two people who prefer to share a bed, that is.
Damn these aliens. Or maybe Captain Madine, assuming he had been to one of these huts before and knew how they were furnished. Smart man.
Apart from the bed situation, the room lacks no luxury. Adorned with woven tapestries, a plethora of rugs and furs - a few draped across the bed and one large white pelt in front of the fireplace that immediately captures Kylo’s attention - it’s an oasis of serenity.
“Absolutely wretched weather,” comes Hux’s voice from behind him. He pulls the door shut and wrinkles his nose. “Why is it so cold in here? Do they expect us to manage without a heat source?”
“Wait until you see there is only one bed,” Kylo says, grinning when Hux rolls his eyes. He gestures at the fireplace. “But we do have a heat source.”
Hux shudders like a miffed cat, then peers at the hearth and the pile of firewood next to it with evident distrust. “A few logs on an open fire? Apparently we’re spending the night in a Resistance camp.”
“You’ve become much too comfortable on your temperature controlled starship, Grand Marshal.”
“Yes, and I’d argue it’s the only proper way to live.“
Kylo bends down to study the fireplace. It’s in working condition albeit a bit faded with age and rust. He lifts the heavy fire grate to brush it clean of old ash. “Come on, Hux,” he says, too absorbed in his task to mind his words, “You have to admit this has a certain charm. Never gotten cozy by the fireside on a cold Life Day night?”
There is a momentary silence when the air seems to freeze around them, then Hux clears his throat and says, in a voice tinted with steel: “No.”
Kylo’s stomach flips. He rises to his feet, turning around to find Hux staring at the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest in what is probably an unconscious attempt to remove himself from the conversation.
It’s new, this thing between them, still a bit raw and precariously delicate. Not without challenges either, considering that neither Hux nor him have much expertise in discussing feelings.
Or the past.
Five hours until they can return to the meticulously controlled environment of the Finalizer. Five hours in a blizzard in a log cabin. They might spend a relaxed night or they might kill each other, leaving only their bodies for their subordinates to find in the morning. With Hux, this can go either way.
The awkward tension is broken by a metallic rap on the door. Kylo opens it to find the navigator droid hovering outside, swaying in the strong wind, the snow already piling up on its domed head.
Kylo furrows his brow, but the droid floats past him without even acknowledging his presence, and heads straight for the hearth. It extends two mechanical arms with a chirp.
“What’s that?” Kylo asks, his annoyance flaring at the droid’s casual dismissal.
“It says it’s supposed to build the fire for us,” Hux replies. Of course he would understand even a lowly worker droid.
Kylo holds out a hand and the droid is yanked back abruptly, its many legs and arms flailing as it spins around its axis, suspended in midair. “Leave us. I’ll take care of it.”
The droid lets out a series of affronted beeps. Kylo ushers it outside and slams the door shut behind it.
He shrugs off his cloak, brushing the snow from the hynax fur collar before tossing the garment onto a chair. After brief consideration he removes his tunic and shirt as well, stripping down to his undershirt and leggings.
Hux is silent, but he is watching intently as Kylo kneels down by the fireplace to stack the logs in a pile. Kylo inspects the flue, making sure that there is no debris obstructing it, then arranges a few dry, thin strips of wood at the bottom of the grate to serve as kindling. Thankfully, the wood of the Tokmian trees is dense and dry, the kind that once ignited will burn slow and long, and well into the night.
There is some tinder laid out next to the hearth, a pile of dry grass and shaved bark. Essential if one wants to build a good wood burning fire.
But Kylo has no need for it.
He extends a hand toward the fireplace. Closes his eyes. Concentrates on the twigs of wood, focusing on their essence, the air surrounding them, the molecules within. In constant motion, vibrating, rotating - and finally transforming, bent to his will. The kindling crackles. Kylo feels his fingertips tingle with the sizzling energy… and the fire comes to life with a loud whoosh.
He hears Hux’s soft gasp behind him as the flames shoot up in the hearth, biting into the logs. How many years since he himself had seen this ability on display for the first time? He was just as spellbound then as Hux must be now, as he watched his mother conjure a tiny flame through the Force to light a lantern by his bedside in their thatched hut, in the village nestled within the evergreen trees.
A long time has passed since then, and Kylo mastered the very same power. And so much more. Things his mother couldn’t even dream of.
He piles a few more logs on the fire. The flames are now strong enough to keep burning, so he puts the iron fireplace guard back in place and rises to his feet, dusting off his trousers. For a moment he thinks Hux is going to ask, but he doesn’t. He is only looking at Kylo in puzzlement and quiet awe, his eyes betraying nothing else.
Kylo reaches out a hand toward him, conscious that it’s the very same hand he just used to generate fire out of nowhere. “You have to give it some time. Come here.”
It should fill him with wonder how Hux steps into the circle of his arms with ease, and it does - he is still not fully used to it, almost expecting Hux to flinch back, to shut down and pull away like he sometimes does in Kylo’s nightmares. Remorse is not an emotion Kylo entertains often: the past is the past, and there is no use to dwell on it. But when he wakes from his strange dreams it’s like he is emerging from a dark pool of water, with something akin to guilt squeezing his ribcage like a durasteel band.
He wills his hands to stay steady as he closes them around Hux’s waist. He holds his breath for a moment, but Hux is still there, not a spectre, but warm and real, cheeks pink from the cold and eyes glittering, his heavy fur coat soft under Kylo’s palm.
Kylo smoothes a hand down his back, cautious. “Do you hate it?”
Hux sighs, closing his eyes. “What?”
“I don’t know. This.” He gestures vaguely around them. This hut. Being stuck here with me. Everything .
“No, Ren.” Hux glances up to meet his gaze, hands coming up to rest on Kylo’s chest. “I don’t.”
Kylo fights back the frustration welling up inside him. “I just want to know what’s on your mind.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard for you to find out.”
“You know I won’t do that,” Kylo says. Not with you . “So don’t even try to goad me.” He draws Hux closer, just enough so he can put his mouth to his ear, brush his lips over the sensitive spot below it. “And I’ll warm you up, don’t worry.”
Hux tilts his head to the side, allowing him access. A magnanimous gesture. “Who says I’m worried?”
Kylo huffs and presses his cold nose into the crook of his neck, chuckling when Hux yelps at the unexpected sensation.
Hux’s mouth is now tilting down at the corners in that peculiar way that signals he’s at least somewhat amused, and Kylo places tiny kisses along his jaw with newfound relief until he reaches those full lips. He draws the bottom one between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth, and Hux opens to him readily, hungrily. His tongue tangles with Kylo’s, and suddenly the air between them is electric, the earlier playfulness replaced by a sense of urgency. Heat tingles down Kylo’s spine, blood rushing to his limbs in a way that has nothing to do with the warmth of the fire, but everything with Hux’s lips.
Hux moans softly into the kiss, and Kylo’s mind goes a little fuzzy. Hux’s wants and desires being so similar to his own is another thing that will take some time getting used to. Hell, just the fact that fussy, stick-in-the-mud Armitage Hux actually has desires that center less around galactic domination and more around Kylo’s cock. Not that galactic domination is far from Hux’s mind at any given moment, but he has demonstrated exceptional commitment to getting Kylo up to speed on how he likes to be kissed. Touched. Held. Fucked.
And Kylo is eager to learn.
He tugs at the back of Hux’s coat. “Undress. I want you naked. Now.”
“Is that an order, Supreme Leader?”
And he’s smirking, the bastard. Kylo leans in and runs his tongue along the shell of his ear. “Yes. So obey me, Hux.”
Hux shudders with barely concealed delight and shrugs off his coat. He is wearing travel clothes today instead of his uniform, a gray muunyak wool sweater that makes his eyes look strikingly green, and perfectly tailored black trousers. Kylo could look at him forever, but right now he also wants to look at Hux without his clothes on.
He gathers him in his arms for another kiss, slipping a hand under that soft sweater to feel his thin ribs, the heat of his skin.
“Mhm,” Hux says, arching into the touch. “Shower first?”
“Shower first,” Kylo agrees.
—----
The bathroom, at least, seems to have gained Hux’s approval. Although barely more than a large cubicle, it’s surprisingly neat for a forest hut: with varnished wood paneling and a water tank - Kylo should question why aliens living in tribes have plumbing, but he is too excited about the hot water to care - and a shower head tall enough for both of them to fit under comfortably (another surprise, considering the Oku are a species on the shorter side).
After being outside in the cold for hours, a hot shower is a welcome luxury, and Hux too, groans in appreciation when the water hits his neck and shoulders. Kylo refuses to let go of him for a second longer than it takes for both of them to clean themselves. It’s a rarity to have access to running water instead of a sonic, and wet, sudsy Hux is a sight that Kylo’s going to think about often in the coming weeks. Maybe he should look into having a water shower installed in his quarters on the Finalizer. There’s a thought.
They end up kissing furiously under the warm spray, hands roaming everywhere they can reach: Hux is stroking Kylo’s cock while Kylo kneads the soap-slick globes of his ass, and things almost escalate beyond the point of no return when Kylo remembers he should check on the fire in the bedroom. With a final quick kiss to Hux’s lips he steps out of the shower. He grabs a rough woven towel from a stool, wrapping it around his hips as he goes.
The fire is crackling away happily around the logs, now giving a pleasant, steady heat. The room too, feels much more welcoming bathed in warm light. Kylo squats down to stir the fire with the poker, wiggling his toes into the lush fur rug, enjoying the heat of the embers on his skin.
Hux comes out of the bathroom shortly after, also with a towel wrapped around his waist. He runs his fingers through his damp hair, smoothing back a few errant and suspiciously fluffy strands. “I’m impressed, Ren. I’m sure some nerfherders would commend you on your fire building skills.”
”Don’t flatter me too much. And nerfherders are quite capable at survival, so make of that what you will.”
Hux snorts but steps closer to the fireplace. He holds his hands out carefully, mesmerized. The firelight plays over his features, highlighting his sharp cheekbones, throwing half his face into brightness and the other half into shadow.
Kylo silently moves himself behind him. Brushes a droplet of water from Hux’s lightly freckled shoulder. His mouth soon follows his hand: dropping kisses on Hux’s heated skin, tracing a line up his neck and to his ear. It’s a little flushed and begging to be tasted, so Kylo gently takes the lobe of it between his teeth, nipping the soft flesh.
Hux makes a low noise in the back of his throat. He shifts back against Kylo, shivering. Kylo wraps an arm around his midsection, holding him steady as his other hand makes quick work of the towel around Hux’s hips. He undoes his own towel next and lets it drop to the floor; and then their bodies are sliding together, Kylo’s bare erection pressing against the supple globes of Hux’s ass.
Hux hums softly and turns in his arms, letting his own hard cock press against Kylo’s abdomen. He leans in for a kiss, but Kylo cups his jaw instead, tilting his head back.
“Let me tell you what’s on my mind, then. I want it to be just us tonight. No titles. No pretend protocol. The hours we have until sunrise, I want to spend it with you, Hux. Not my Grand Marshal.”
“But I am both, Ren.” Slender fingers comb through Kylo’s hair, smoothing it back behind his ear, their touch gentle, but firm. Driving the point home. “Your Hux and your Grand Marshal. Us sharing a bed, or in this case, a rug in front of a fireplace, doesn’t change that fact.”
You knew it was not going to be that easy.
Maybe Kylo should be displeased with this answer, but his brain is too busy latching onto the two words echoing in his head: Your Hux.
“So you admit you’re mine.”
Hux doesn’t answer, but his eyes burn hotter than the flames, the heat of his gaze seeping into Kylo’s skin.
“This system is just the beginning,” Kylo tells him. He pulls Hux close with an arm around his waist. “I will give you the Galaxy. And your planet too.”
It’s ridiculous to make grand declarations while standing buck naked in a forest hut in the middle of nowhere, but Kylo means every word. It’s more than an empty promise, too. This will all come to pass. He feels it in his bones and veins and blood: the Dark singing to him with the same clarity it did through the quintessence on Ilum. Hux is the key. It took far too long for Kylo to realize it, and his blindness almost led to their demise. With Hux by his side, he will finally become what he was always meant to be. With Hux by his side, nothing is impossible. He will take Arkanis, then every star system where living creatures draw breath.
Hux presses up against him, winding his arms around Kylo’s shoulders and Kylo lowers them both to the rug. He rolls Hux onto his stomach so that he is lying prone and Kylo has perfect access to his ass. Hux’s pleased sigh turns to a gasp when he realizes what Kylo is about to do, but Kylo is already diving in, spreading Hux’s buttocks and dragging his tongue in a long lick up his cleft.
Hux makes a sound halfway between a moan and a squeak. He quivers in the most delicious way when Kylo runs his tongue from his ass down to his balls and nuzzles the smooth flesh of his taint.
“You taste so good,” Kylo murmurs. Overcome with sudden passion, he slides a hand up Hux’s shivering back to grasp the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He continues to tease him with slow, warm and wet licks, alternating between swiping the flat of his tongue along the cleft of his ass, and flicking his rim lightly, until Hux is whimpering and writhing on the rug, making little bucking motions with his hips.
Kylo rolls him onto his back and palms him open. He splays a hand over Hux’s soft stomach to feel his breath there, then slides it lower, trailing his fingers through that downy bright red pubic hair. Settling between Hux’s thighs, he takes his cock in his mouth. Glances up to check Hux’s face as he starts to suck on his cock slowly, delighted to find it twisted in pleasure.
Hux’s eyes are screwed shut, but his hands still reach for Kylo, his fingers tangling in the thick locks that cascade to Kylo’s shoulders. Kylo’s hair has gotten longer in the past few months. He doesn’t really care, but Hux seems to appreciate it, and Kylo likes it when Hux pets him with those elegant hands. He would enjoy bringing Hux off with his mouth, especially here on this soft rug with the warmth of the fire caressing their bodies, but if the way Hux squirms under him is any indication, he wants more; and so does Kylo.
He releases him and draws back. Hux gives him a quizzical look, probably wondering how this is going to work, so Kylo holds out his hand and summons the packet of lube he keeps in his travel cloak. Hux’s eyebrows raise appreciatively as the sachet floats into Kylo’s hand. It seems Kylo has impressed his Grand Marshal in a variety of ways tonight.
Hux makes a move to roll onto his stomach, but Kylo catches him around the waist and pushes him onto his back again. “No. Open your legs for me.”
“Kriff,” Hux says softly. His voice wavers with some indiscernible emotion, but he draws his knees up obediently. The glow from the fire casts a soft light upon his creamy skin, turning his hair into molten copper. He is perfect like this, legs spread, muscles flexing and releasing, the long, pretty curve of his cock and his hole exposed. His chest and neck are flushed from the heat and the exertion, his nipples hard little peaks.
Kylo reaches down to spread his cheeks with his thumb and forefinger so he can take a better look at his handiwork. The cleft of Hux’s ass is bright red after Kylo’s tongue had its way with it, the skin around his hole a deep, rosy pink.
Hux blushes at the scrutiny, but Kylo is far from done.
He grabs Hux under the knees and pushes his legs back, tipping his ass up until his calves are level with his ears. Hux makes a mortified little noise. His cock twitches and a string of pre-come drools from it onto his curled stomach.
“I’m going to make this so good for you,” Kylo murmurs, feeling a sudden, possessive desire tug at him, “you’ll hate me for it for days.”
Then, without hesitation, he seals his lips around Hux’s hole.
Hux chokes on a cry. His hips jerk when Kylo sucks hard on his little furled opening, but he is trapped in Kylo’s grip, his glistening hole exposed for Kylo to devour with his mouth and tongue.
Kylo glances up. Their gazes connect, and Kylo slowly, very slowly, starts to flick the tip of his tongue over Hux’s hole. Back and forth, with gentle little licks. Never breaking eye contact. Pressing, teasing, stimulating - then finally, pushing in.
“Fuck,” Hux breathes, his eyes going wide. “ Fuck, Ren.“
Tightening his grip on his legs, Kylo shoves his tongue deeper, spearing Hux’s rim. Hux’s hole is still so tight and resistant, but Kylo likes a challenge and besides, Hux falls apart beautifully when he is rimmed hard. The first time Kylo played with him like this, Hux begged him to stop. Then threatened to kill him if he stopped. He sobbed out loud when he finally came and Kylo almost shot his load untouched.
“Ren,” Hux whines loudly, eyes glued to Kylo’s tongue fucking into his ass. “Stop–! It’s too much— I’m—”
Kylo pulls back with a smack of his lips, lowering Hux’s hips back onto the rug, and Hux exhales a breath of relief. He palms the backs of his knees, pulling his legs to his chest, urging Kylo on with a pointed look. Kylo tears the lube sachet open and quickly presses two slick fingers into him, scissoring them as he dribbles the rest of the lube over his cock.
When the tone of Hux’s little moans turns pleading, Kylo withdraws his fingers and wedges his knees under Hux’s ass, lining himself up. Hux’s hands clench on his forearms as Kylo rubs the head of his cock against his opening. “Careful.”
Kylo feels a smile tug on the corners of his mouth as he presses the tip in. He starts out with gentle, easy thrusts, letting Hux’s hole stretch and loosen until he’s sure it is ready to take all of him. Then he slides home in one long, smooth stroke.
Hux’s mouth falls open in a silent gasp.
Keeping his gaze fixed on his face, Kylo pulls out slowly, only to sink back inside a second later. All the way out, all the way in. His next thrust brings his cock in contact with that hidden spot inside Hux, and this time, a cry bursts from Hux’s lips.
“Yes. Hux. You like that?”
Hux‘s answer is only a whimper, so Kylo repeats the motion, driving himself deeper with a grunt and eliciting another breathy moan from Hux.
Nothing compares to the feeling of Hux fully yielding to him, that exact moment when his eyes roll back and his muscles go slack. The last push that lets Kylo bottom out, when Hux’s hole pulsing helplessly, completely dominated by his cock. His long, pale thighs trembling under Kylo’s hands. Kylo kneads their pillowy insides, gripping Hux’s thighs with both hands as he begins to move, and soon his cock is sliding in and out of Hux’s slick hole with ease.
“That’s… oh–,” Hux breathes, looking down between their bodies in dazed wonder. He reaches between his legs to give his own cock a few tight strokes. “You got me so open…”
Kylo snags his wrists and pins his arms above his head. Hux growls so Kylo licks his armpit to shut him up, pleased by the way Hux’s entire body shudders when Kylo’s tongue rasps across his armpit hair. “Tell me you want more.”
“...Obviously I want more.”
“How about, ‘please, Kylo’.”
Hux squirms. “Ren —“
Kylo picks up the pace, moving in firm, hard strokes. “Say it or I’ll stop.” Not that he could, at this point, but this is worth a try.
Hux’s nostrils flare in defiance, his pride warring with his lust. He opens his mouth then closes it again. His pale lashes flutter shut as he arches in Kylo’s grip, his wet, rosy lips forming the words, breathy and soft and needy.
Please.
Kylo.
Kylo lowers his mouth to his ear and whispers Hux’s name in return; the name which until recently, he never dared to speak.
There is almost something illicit about it, a secret murmured in hushed tones, cradled close lest others overhear. They are far away from everyone who could, but Hux still shudders wildly, his head lolling to the side and his eyes closing as he whimpers.
Kylo drops down over him, catching the bends of Hux’s knees with his elbows to spread him open even further. He dips his head and captures Hux’s lips, whispering heated nonsense against them as he drives his cock deep into Hux’s quivering hole - that’s it, you feel so good Hux, gonna fuck you so good, gonna make you come - and Hux brings up his hands to reach for him, cradling Kylo’s face in his hands and kissing him back hungrily.
Kylo drops more of his weight onto him, pressing him down into the soft white fur. He pounds his ass hard, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Hux again and again until Hux is letting out those high-pitched squeals Kylo loves, especially when Hux is at the point where he can’t control them anymore.
Kylo did promise him a fuck he wouldn’t forget - and he makes good on his word. He rolls them over with a grunt, pulls Hux on top so he can caress his slender back, grip his hips as he bounces him on his cock; watching the shadows and light from the fire dancing over Hux’s face while Hux rides him with greedy need.
Then he flips Hux onto his stomach again and pins him with his full weight. Sweat is dripping down Kylo’s back, and Hux’s back too, is slick with perspiration, his damp hair curling at the nape of his neck. Kylo licks at him with rapacious hunger, tasting the salt of his skin. He runs his tongue over Hux’s pale shoulder as he straddles his ass and shoves his cock back inside, sinking back into the hot, velvet grip of him, his foot slipping on the rug in his haste. Hux’s hands clench the fur and Kylo leans over him, sucking his soft skin and fucking his tight little hole, his hands roaming Hux’s trembling body.
Release tugs at the pit of his belly, tempting him to let go and spend himself, but he wants to see Hux’s face when he does, so he rolls off of him and onto his back. Hux makes an incensed sound, but Kylo doesn’t let go of him for too long. He pulls Hux back against his chest so that they are both lying on their sides and spoons him from behind. He grabs Hux’s leg under the knee and slings it over his thigh, spreading him open and pushing his cock back Hux’s waiting hole.
Hux melts against him, tipping his head back. He reaches up to wrap an arm around Kylo’s neck.
“You beast,” he pants, upper lip curling to reveal pearly teeth. He looks absolutely fucked out: his hair a mess, eyelids heavy and pupils blown, the corner of his mouth wet with drool.
And there is that wild, possessive urge again, tightening Kylo’s chest.
He nuzzles Hux’s cheek. “Not so cold anymore?” He drives the entire length of his cock into the slick confines of Hux’s ass, again and again, until both of them are groaning with pleasure. Keeping up his steady, firm thrusts, he slips a hand between Hux’s thighs to stroke his tight balls, his taint; caress his sensitive rim where it’s stretched so wide around Kylo’s cock.
“Come inside me,” Hux gasps against his lips. “I need it. Now.”
“Yes,” Kylo mumbles, sparks dancing across his vision. “Kriff yes, Hux.”
Hux turns his head and crushes their mouths together with surprising fervor, uncharacteristically initiating the kiss. Kylo nips at his lower lip and fucks him harder, his hips pistoning, all tenderness swept away by the need to come.
It is as addictive as pure quintessence, this desire between them, the ferocity with which their bodies meet. Ever since they first came together like this. The day the Order reclaimed Mustafar and Fortress Vader. He knew Hux had been watching the battle, watching as Kylo slashed through the throng of their enemies, mowing down everyone and everything that stood in his path. When he returned to the Finzalizer, exhausted and limbs wobbly with adrenaline, Hux was waiting for him in the hallway. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down Kylo’s spine. His gaze was full of pride and naked wonder and unconcealed desire, as if he had never seen a thing more captivating than Kylo before.
Kylo slammed his fist on the door console of the throne room and shoved Hux inside. The second the door slid shut behind them, he was pushing Hux up against the wall and kissing him with almost feral need, swallowing the wild hitch of his breath. Didn’t care that he was sullying Hux’s pristine uniform with soot and grime and blood. He fastened his mouth to the pale column of Hux’s neck, sucking on it with fervor as Hux’s fingers clawed at the fastenings of his leggings. Kylo dragged him over to the throne, threw himself into the seat and yanked Hux onto his lap. Hux straddled him, fumbling with shaky hands to free his own cock from his jodhpurs, and then they were rubbing against each other frantically, hands squeezing and stroking as they sucked on each other’s tongues. They came within seconds, shuddering against each other, Kylo’s hand wrapped around both their cocks while Hux gripped his hair so hard it hurt.
He will still hold Kylo like that when he is on the brink of release, just like he is doing now, with a grip tight and firm and determined; and Kylo grunts and moans, grasping at Hux like he is a drowning man reaching for a lifeline.
Hux bruises easily and Kylo knows there are going to be marks on his skin tomorrow, imprints of Kylo’s fingers on his soft belly and thighs. Hux’s luxurious clothes will hide the marks from view when they board their shuttle, but Kylo will know , and so will Hux.
He gives Hux’s thigh a hard squeeze as he slams his cock deep, at the exact angle Hux likes, and Hux keens, clutching at Kylo’s neck with one hand and fisting his cock with the other. He comes with a long, shivery moan when Kylo bites down on his shoulder, his ass pulsing hotly around Kylo’s cock as he shoots across his stomach and chest.
With a deep groan, Kylo surges into him, his nerves crying for this feeling never to stop, to go on forever, to build and build until he passes out from the pure ecstasy of the moment. Hux is murmuring something that sounds like a mix of pleas and demands and Kylo’s name, but Kylo is too far gone to hear it. “Oh, stars ,” he moans, unable to help himself, unable to hide how weak he is for this. His forehead comes to rest on Hux’s shoulder, saliva spilling out between his lips as the most exquisite release sends his senses soaring. With one final desperate thrust, his cock explodes deep inside Hux, filling him with his seed.
Reminding Hux who he belongs to.
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They manage to stay awake long enough to clean up. Or, in Kylo’s case, wipe himself clean with a towel and make a quick trip to the bathroom. He slides under the pile of furs on the low wooden bed while Hux disappears in the bathroom, and he is already dozing off when Hux returns and slips in beside him, naked and warm and smelling freshly of soap.
Surprisingly - or maybe not - the bed fits two humanoid sized people comfortably. Maybe they do have to snuggle a bit closer to each other, but Kylo doesn’t mind that at all.
He wakes a few hours later to an incessant droning scraping at the edges of his mind. The fire has died down to glowing embers and the sky is a bright blue, with only the pale early morning sun marring it. The droning sound is getting louder and Kylo opens the curtains to find his shuttle hovering outside above a clearing, a short distance from the cabin. Three TIEs from the Tokmia base are flanking it in a display of power, engines howling, blasting clouds of snow into the air with the exhaust.
He glances back at the bed. Hux is still asleep, only the top of his head visible under the covers.
The navigator droid extracts itself from his nest in the shed and powers up. It floats across to the shuttle just as it lands, to inform the commander to stand by until the Supreme Leader and the Grand Marshal are ready to depart.
Kylo closes the curtain and goes to wake Hux.
It’s a new day.