#ben solo: ft. cason hux

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@mvltis​ sent a transmission :  there's always something about Ren that makes Hux crave something. crave being with him in some manner, so it's no surprise when they find themselves in situations like this. generally, it's some sort of bickering that ends in them being like this, but for once, Cason doesn't push the other out of the bed. instead, he leans a little toward him, and decides to hide his face against a broad shoulder, thinking Ren is asleep. for once, he can pretend to not be alone.

          IT WAS SOMETHING HE GOT USED TO.    Just like a play,  the moment the curtain fell it was over,  it was time to go.    It wasn’t surprising,  how could it,  the knight know all too well that their relationship wasn’t quite the normal one,  complicated at best,  it had always balanced on a very thin thread,  one wrong step in their careful dance and everything would blow in their faces.    Wasn’t that the reason why they kept ending in such situation  ?    Over and over again.    But he was also to blame,  he really needed to stop it and yet,  he just couldn’t,  there was just something that kept drawing Kylo to the other,  like a moth to a flame.

          However,  it was different this time around,  he was still there instead of being on his way toward his own quarters,  his mind dwelling of such thing,  having him wondering if he should just leave without being prompted by the other or if perhaps,  he could push his luck just that bit more because truth to be told,  he didn’t mind being there,  the presence of another body next to him was comforting in a way.    Kylo’s attention drifting away from his thought at the feeling of Cason moving,  the words on the tip of his tongue swallowed back when he felt the gentle brush of his breath against his own skin as he settled against his shoulder.

          He tensed up,  if only for a moment,  he wasn’t made for tender touches and gentle affection,  neither of them were  ( or so that was what he believed ) and yet,  as if having a mind of its own,  his arm carefully found its way around Cason’s frame,  fingers idly tracing random figures over pale skin as he turned his head,  nose pressing against the top of the other man’s head.    He didn’t speak,  not yet,  not wanting to be the one breaking the silence and the spell that seemed to have been cast over the two of them.