#top!Hux

[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

It's, like, so funny but not funny to me how Hux harps on about the New Republic being 'dishonest.' Even in his private thoughts he lists this as one of the biggest problems of the New Republic, that they were dishonest. Dearest darling beau I'm not so sure you're the picture of honesty yourself

[hannibalzero]

Since y'all asked ❤️….

Arthur Morgan!

Arthur Is deeply family-motivated and actually good with kids ❤️

OBI-WAN KENOBI

I mean just look at him…

LOGAN HOWELTTE

ain't explaining this one teehee

ARMITAGE HUX

1980s Ceo power trip, cat loving, bad guy. That hates everyone but his babies and said cat.

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

SOLY HUX Skull Print Notched Neck Sleeveless Top in Black from Amazon - shirt is not available in black but other colors are available for starting at $9.99-$19.99)

[casp1an-sea]

someone told me to draw him in a mesh top with top surgery scars so I indulged. I Always love some trans Hux

Ik it’s slopppy but yk when Isn’t my art sloppy? I didn’t make him as skinny as I he is actually but I like it. I think he must have swapped styles with Kylo for the day lmao He’s definitely flipping off Kylo

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[forcedhesitation]

mr. hux. hello... mr. hux

[viciouscreatures]

My new method of trying to fight executive dysfunction: imagining Hux saying "Well, I suppose if it's for morale then we must" to encourage me to do the thing.

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

the TLJ experience

[arachnidtub]

:))

[techniiciian]

❛ An eight pack? ❜ He barely refrains from rolling his eyes. ❛ Too bad all of that development bypassed his brain. ❜

the look of utter offense and annoyance on his face speaks volumes. the words ‘how dare you’ hang unspoken in the air between them.

Matt wants nothing more than to rise to the defense of his brother at such an unimpressed insult. maybe if it had been a simple trooper, or a petty officer, or even a fellow technician then the blond might have raised his hackles in verbal retaliation.

but no, this was the General casting out sassy remarks. and even Matt had to admit that out of everyone in the First Order it was Hux that deserved the right to insult the Knight of Ren. after all, Kylo did happened to cause the ginger nothing but constant stress and irritation.

so instead of snapping back Matt’s face softens into a slight pout. he opens his mouth to give a retort but nothing comes to mind so he just huffs out a disgruntled sigh. ". . . i guess you have a point. . . so does that mean you aren't interested in the super secret kylo ren abs and mask calendar?"

[culthuluu]

my live reaction of seeing the notification of a new fic you posted

Telltale

Singularity x Reader

Hiiii. It's been a while, I know. I won't get into it 'cause it doesn't matter, but sorry for basically abandoning my blog lol.

Obviously not my best work, but just trying to get back into writing (especially because I'm kind of just taking a break from my original story I've been developing ^^). I hope you guys at least find this decent, thank you for reading :) I just wanted to try my hand at some things with Hux because he's been on my mind a lot lately

Words: 1,840

Warnings: Typical canon violence mentioned(tell me if I need to add anything else!). Edited but I should have edited again lol

Hate. It was the perfect word to describe how he felt about the rats who called themselves humans. No: rats was too good of a  word for them.

He hated these…parasites. Hated every bit of them. Hated the way they thought themselves mightier than all. Hell, he even hated the way they sounded.

In fact, Hux especially hated the way they all sounded. 

Their conversations were obnoxious, as was the way they chewed and drank. The way they breathed in the oxygen in his presence; it was atrocious. And it was especially awful when their breathing blew out traces of fear. And with fear in their systems came the sound of their hearts. Oh, the beating of their frail, little hearts always managed to increase his fury.

When it wasn’t the ear-shattering screams piercing the Entity’s realm that brought such a fury, it was the quick, dull drumming against their chests.

The screams, the shrieks, the cries….those were all momentary. They were released once flesh was impaled by rusted hook, and they ended once Hux’s voicebox demanded they quit the squabbling. 

But Hux found the sound of their hearts maddening, and he would never admit his own fault to this madness. The price for such heightened senses was paid with every irritating sound that was capable of physically paining him. 

Trials proved vexatious with how often he was subjected to the beatings of their hearts. Nobody could hear these things like he did; nobody experienced the pain that came with hearing such an awful, repetitive noise. And the sounds only continued when he got out of every trial and returned to what could be called his “home”. Once his stroll involving the harmless sounds coming from Dvarka’s lifeforms came to an end, he was met with sounds from within the inhabited Huxlee Caracas III. 

Hux could only stand in the doorway of the ship, twitching more than the usual as his systems caught the sound of a heart beating.

“Find it.”

That voice. How it startled him every time. Even after all this time, Hux had not yet grown accustomed to the voice inside him.

“Terminate it.” 

Hux refrained, still standing as he searched for that voice as if he didn’t know who it was spoke to him.

“But it will come back.” he countered, practically feeling the heart’s beats pounding from within his own head. “It comes back every time.”

“Then terminate it again.”

Hux quickly whipped his head to the side where the heart’s beats proved to be loudest.

“And again.”

Finally he moved; jumping in place before hurrying up the steel stairs that connected the ship’s levels. The heart sounded louder now that he was up the stairs and in the second story; it was as though the heart pounded in his very chest.

“There it is.”

“There it is.” he repeated once his sensors scanned the area, having caught sight of the body of the singular survivor that was ever allowed in his realm when not in trial. Not like he really left them the choice to leave.

Hux stood in the doorway of the new floor; his movements having ceased as he pondered and listened to the voice in him.  It was insidious how stealthily he remained in place, so stealthy that the survivor never once noticed his arrival, never once noticed how he crept closer to the pile of futons they lay curled upon. 

“Terminate it.”

And with the thumping drumming loudly through his systems, Hux obliged and brought himself even closer towards the human. In fact, desperation had entered him and prompted him to raise his scythe up high, aimed at the human who had still not become aware of him. 

What a fool. 

He had moved so fast he sliced into the wind without a sound, so fast that he nearly plunged his scythe into the human. Almost, for his scythe was forcibly hindered midair. 

“Why did you stop?”

It was a rather good question provided by his inner voice. Why did he cease what he had already performed various times? He never hesitated to do it in the past when he questioned why this human had caught his attention. But now…

Hux found himself motionless once more, frozen as he processed the sounds this human made. The breaths they inhaled before exhaling it back out as carbon monoxide; even their bodily functions expelled waste. The soft groans their lips released as their eyes and eyebrows twitched in reaction to whatever dreadful things they dreamt of. The blood running through each and every vein that connected to their core.

He isolated the sound of their heart. That sound…it was what forced him to hesitate. It was tantalizing how it beat inside of them in a way he would not be able to see unless he proceeded with his previous actions. It enticed him how the heart beat in a rhythm he could actually distinguish as something not recognizable.

The heart did not beat fast. It only beat loudly when Hux finally processed it, and it wasn’t pounding against his innards. Instead…it was in a state of diastole, pumping blood in a relaxed manner. There was no terror or hate present in it. 

Hux finally lowered the frozen claw back to his side, as it stood in his sights and did not allow him to examine the survivor. His sensors gave them one good scan, taking note of the lack of fright in their snoozing expression. With such an expression, it was as though they believed there to be no danger in their presence. As if nothing in the Entity’s realm would ever harm them.

“What a fool.”

Both Hux and the voice in him spoke as he glazed over the survivor. It was then that he noticed something peculiar.  In their arms was a miniature box he recognized as a monitor belonging to the ship. And in between the sounds of the human’s soft heartbeats and a gentle groan, he caught the sound of the monitor’s humming. Quite reminiscent of the sounds that came from his perfect body. 

The monitor in the survivor’s arms was up and running, though it merely displayed a blue screen awaiting a command. It was strange that they removed the box from its place to hold it like some trinket.

“Hux?”

This was not his voice. No, this voice belonged to the survivor whose eyes now opened, eyes fluttering like the alien organisms that flew around the base. He watched them release the monitor with a single hand to rub said eyes, vision clearing enough before it resulted in something new. 

The thumping against their chest, that same annoying sound was back with how their heart rate increased. Yet…the rhythm once again proved itself different from what he would typically hear in trials. Once again, it lacked terror and hate, and it was very apparent to Hux.

“Were you gone for long? I’m not even sure when I shut my eyes.” the human stretched their arms out before sitting upright with the monitor in their lap. 

“Answer unknown.”Hux promptly replied. “Explain.”

“Explain?” they asked with a few blinks of their eyes, soon realizing that Hux was referring to the monitor once he placed the tip of his claw on its surface. “Oh! Well, I was just waiting to be called in for a trial and decided to play around with the stuff here.”

They offered him a grin, but soon turned away rather sheepishly.

“I somehow found myself getting drowsy and just…held it as I dozed off I guess.”

“For what purpose?”

“Oh, I dunno…I guess it was just…comforting.” they offered a shrug with their fingers tapping against the monitor. “Sounds kind of like you. Helps me center myself when all these sounds are around me. I guess I just love the sound of you.”

“But you hate the sound of them.”

“No.”

“No, what?” Both his voice and the human questioned his response. “Hux?”

He quickly whipped his body around to face a nearby crate, and he used his same claw to stab into it.

“Sit.”

Clearly not needing to be told twice, the survivor immediately stood from their makeshift nest to take a seat on the crate. From their new, higher point that matched something close to Hux’s chest, they watched him circle until he stood before them. Almost immediately, he hunched over to look them directly in the face.

He honed in on their sounds once again as he ignored the noises from within the Huxlee Caracas III and the noises from the organisms outside of it. And just as he did that, he heard their heart increase in rate again. 

Did they finally feel fear? The fear that struck them every time he hunted them down before the Entity forbade them from ever facing each other in trial…was it back?

Hux heard their heart slow down as he noticed their facial features grow soft, a small smile now present on their face as they hesitantly reached a hand out to his head.

“Can I?” they whispered into the visor that hovered inches from their face, not getting any response from Hux which was his form of consent. They placed their hand on the side of his head, listening to the machinery attached to synthetic flesh. Their warm fingers delicately rubbed circles into his flesh; that he could also hear.

And soon enough they brought their arms around him, enveloping his head that was brought to their chest.

“I love moments like these,” they breathed out, and even with Hux’s senses they weren’t overwhelmingly loud. It was nothing like the screams of all those other worms that mixed with the mechanical sounds of the generators being worked on, nor was it like the whispers of the Entity speaking to him as a false guide during trials. 

No, this was the contrary of all the other irksome sounds that drove him to madness. It was almost something that helped him ground himself amongst the big world he was thrown into. Something that would turn down his god-like senses, allowing him to rest from Entity’s mockery.

“Did something happen?” the human spoke to him, interrupting the sound of their own beating heart that now actually pounded against Hux’s head once he pressed his head against their chest. It was as though that hideous thing spoke to him through their chest, very well knowing he was on the other side.

“Stop squabbling.”

“Okay.” Hux did not look at their facial features, but the way they moved against him and tightened their hold told him that their smile only grew. He felt them rest their head upon his, listening to every one of the parts that moved inside and outside of him. 

They were clearly at ease with how they inhaled, soon releasing their breath as a warm air that covered Hux’s head. It was foolish of them, but this foolishness was more than enough to help him forget about the sounds for just a moment.

[forcedhesitation]

people getting mad at them adding bots to 2vs8...I get that survivor queues in 2vs8 are actually incredibly fast. I would know, because killer queue times during 2vs8 are so fucking long that I never even bother trying to play killer when this game mode is active, despite heavily preferring that role. now imagine this queue time problem with Wesker involved...

also...be so very honest with yourself. do you really think the bots are going to be worse than the 2-3 sables you get in every single lobby? do you think they will be worse than the new players that a RE-themed game mode with a free testing period for all RE characters will bring in? do you think they will be worse than the entitled assholes who refuse to participate in normal gameplay and deliberately sabotage their teammates because they are unhappy with [insert something trivial]?

keep in mind that the implementation of bots would also mean that certain situations in which a killer would be able to put pressure on survivors by trying to take advantage of altruism will not matter if the survivor being used as bait is a bot, or if the killer mistakenly attacks a bot instead of a real player attempting a rescue. the bot's feelings cannot be hurt if you do not rescue them, or if you get them hooked. while I don't think this is going to have a massive impact on the gameplay (especially not with how gleefully spiteful and cruel some killer players can be), there will be instances where you might find yourself able to escape a chase, or the trial, because there is no shame in leaving the bot behind, or in sandbagging them.

[leviathanspain]

do you think i could request a kylo ren x reader smut, please? whatever happens is up to you but something filthy would be great, very dominant kylo please <3

bonus points if the reader is a lil bit of a brat and forced into submission (only if you're comfy with it).

(p.s. no rush. take your time <3)

spit it out

kylo ren x reader

synopsis: your disobedience earns you a punishment

his body weight was crushing you with every thrust. you stifled a moan as he bottomed out, his balls smacking against your ass as you struggled to breathe. you gripped at the sheets under you and heaved for a breathe, but kylo was relentless. he had been controlling your breathes, using the force to choke you as he wanted.

you had cum at least twice already, reluctantly as you refused to give him the satisfaction. but kylo knew what you were trying to do, pissing him off was only hurting you more.

he gripped your legs, shuddering as you squeezed your cunt around his length. “fuck-“ he grunted, and continued to drill into you.

you looked at him, teeth gnashing as he moved to grab at your jaw. he held you tightly, “cum. cum!” he yelled, but your refusal was evident.

you let your eyes roll back into your head as you ignored the knot in your belly. he felt so fucking good inside of you, you wanted to cum, wanted to feel him inside of you while you skyrocketed into pleasure, but you refused.

kylo had overlooked you for a mission, instead letting a group of young stormtroopers go instead. you had been unable to contain your anger and yelled at him in front of his crew, in front of general hux. the embarrassment alone had earned you a spanking. but your attitude had earned you a place under him, struggling to breathe and stuffed with cum.

he smacked the flesh of your ass for encouragement, “fucking cum!” his words echoed in your mind and you contemplated letting go, giving him what he wanted. but kylo did not give you what you wanted, and refused to explain himself to you.

you ignored him and felt the air constrict in your lungs, “the stormtroopers i sent will die. it’s a deadly mission, you think i wanted you on that?” he looked down at you, breathing heavily as his hand moved down to your clit.

he thrusted at an angle, focusing the force on choking you, “you didn’t think about that, you dumb fucking baby.” he insulted you and smacked your ass again.

you felt the pressure release off your throat and you heaved for a breath. you felt tears prick at your eyes as his hand brought you to your orgasm. as much as you wanted to keep being stubborn and upset, there was truth in his words. of course he would not let you die, and you were dumb to think he would.

you reached out to grip his arm, moaning loudly as he made you cum.

kylo settled back for a moment, watching you shudder as the pleasure washed over you. as your defeat lingered, kylo got on top of you again, “we are not done.” he whispered, thrusting into you suddenly.

[tiredandkindaoverworked]

HC: How the Redacted boys and their partners sleep together/night routine

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David and Angel: Angel rests their head on his chest. David lays on his back and has an arm wrapped around their waist. David’s a moderately light sleeper and any time that Angel moves or makes noise, David will lull them back to sleep gently before falling asleep himself.

Asher and Baaaabe: Asher sprawls himself all over Babe, one leg spread on top of them. Babe absolutely loves that Asher does this. It makes them feel so protected and safe. Some nights, Babe traces the scars on Asher’s chest until they fall asleep.

Milo and Sweetheart: Milo loves to be the big spoon with Sweetheart. He often has a hand up their shirt, either gently tracing patterns into their skin or just holding onto them. He loves the skin contact.

Darlin’ and Sam: Due to Darlin’s stress and anxiety, they don’t quite have a normal sleep schedule, though that’s changing thanks to Mr. Collins. On nights where Darlin can’t sleep, Sam takes them both to the couch, puts on a movie, lays them back against his chest and they both fall asleep to Sam gently stroking their arms and sides.

Huxley and Damien: Damien dislikes being the little spoon because he’s always afraid of being too hot for Huxley. Hux insists he loves the heat, but doesn’t mind feeling Dames’ arms wrapped around him either. Before bed though, Hux is cradling Damien in his arms and giving him kisses.

Lasko and Dear: Lasko and Dear actually don’t sleep cuddled up a lot of the time. They sleep in the same bed, cuddling for hours before ending the night with a kiss and turning over. It works delightfully well for them, but there’s never a complaint in the morning if one of them ends up cuddling with the other.

Freelancer and Gavin: Gavin LOVES being pressed up against FL’s side. He absolutely adores the way he can tangle his hands in their hair and gently massage their scalp. They spend most nights wrapped in each other’s arms, face to face. Gav, not actually needing to sleep, will sometimes wait until FL falls asleep and commit himself to remembering every painstaking detail about Freelancer’s resting form.

Avior and Starlight: They sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms, legs tangled together. One might occasionally have their head on the other’s chest, but it’s usually Avior. Since he doesn’t have to sleep, he likes to lay his head on their chest and listen to their heartbeat, reminding him that they’re still there with him.

Aaron and Smartass: Smartass loves being pressed up against Aaron’s side, wrapping their arms around his waist. He’s somehow always the perfect temperature and the smell of his lotion leaves them wonderfully sleepy. Aaron also loves this because it gives him an excuse to give them his patented nose rubs.

Ollie and Baby: Baby often either gets very sleepy or actually does fall asleep when watching Ollie do things or play games. The quality time and watching Ollie do things he enjoys makes Baby all warm inside and in turn makes them super comfortable. Once Ollie’s done, he’ll gently get them to bed, tucking the both of them in, heads gently pressed together.

Guy and Honey: Guy LOVES sleeping on top of Honey. I’m not talking head on chest, he loves being their personal weighted blanket. Man’s a walking blanket fortress, bundling the two in many sheets, making a fort of cozy. Buuuuut, if fate is SO cruel to force this loving adoring man off of his Honey, he’ll enjoy being their little spoon.

Blake and Bestie: Full old timey nightgown, complete with the little hat and slippers. May even have an oil lantern. Sleeps vampire style, stiff as a board, arms crossed over chest.

KIDDING.

Blake loves having Bestie lay back against him, their head resting against his shoulder/upper arm. It gives him the perfect access to give them gentle temple kisses whenever he wants. He'll gently caress Bestie's sides until he feels them fall asleep before allowing himself to sleep as well.

Sometimes D’Deridahn’s also there in his mind, but Blake does his best to block him out and ignore him when his attention is on Bestie.

Priorities, amirite?

[darthlenaplant]

Personally I think it's weird how apparently only twinks are allowed to bottom, but on the flipside everyone else in a given fandom might think that I am weird for preferring my problematic twinks to top.

Why is THIS character always woobified and femme’d and bottom-coded! Why not this OTHER guy?? Is it racism somehow??? No it’s because he’s a fucking twink why is this so hard for people to understand. You don’t have to like it but stfu about how it’s problematic it isn’t you’re just being weird.

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[armitagehuxsleepschedule]

sometimes i wonder if part of why hux hates kylo so much is because not only do kylo's tantrums cost time, money, and work to repair, but also because THEY LIVE IN SPACE.

can you imagine being an astronaut on board the ISS and your coworker keeps like. destroying equipment and slashing up the walls whenever they get mad. the vacuum of space is fatal within minutes and causes permanent damage in less than that! the finalizer isn't just a warship, she's a city. and a sort of walled city where going outside the walls without the right protective equipment means almost-instant painful death, at that!

on top of that, you'd think hygiene/sanitation matters a whole lot more on a spaceship. not just because there's no fresh air to clear out the stench if someone smells like BO and blood all the time, but also because anything infectious would sweep through the ship real fast for the same reason, and even a mild epidemic could spell disaster.

sure, the common cold isn't gonna kill or permanently disable anyone, but imagine if the entire population (or even the majority) of an entire city (a city with a 0% unemployment rate!) all got a cold at the same time! one guy (or seven guys) tracking mud and filth from all sorts of different planets everywhere isn't just gross, it's a potential threat; they can't possibly know there's nothing infectious to humans in all that grime!

i'm just saying, if i was a citizen of a space nation, and i had to deal with this one guy who (a) has zero regard for cleanliness and (b) has violent outbursts that potentially threaten the functionality and/or structural integrity of the floating city i live and work in, i'd probably hate the guy's guts too.

[nosecrinklewrites]

hux who falls head first into subspace at the drop of a hat

(bonus point if he doesn't know that that's what's happening)

they're tactile friends. kylo mindlessly touches hux's hair while they're watching tv and hux goes all gooey. he leans into kylo's touches, heavy lidded and content. kylo asks about it and hux brushes it off, says that's just what happens when people touch his hair.

kylo is silently amused. he knows exactly what's happening. he cups the back of hux's head and scritches his hair. hux tilts his head back and parts his legs a bit. kylo doubts hux is aware he's doing it. he casually asks if hux knows what bdsm is.

hux mewls softly. he knows what bdsm is, but he's never done it. he's seen some bdsm porn, but he doesn't think it's his thing, he mutters.

kylo uh-huhs and bites back a laugh. hux is slowly fusing with the sofa, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. kylo extends his touches and scritches to hux's neck. it's not about his hair - kylo knew it wasn't - hux reacts the same way when kylo sticks his hand down the back of his t-shirt and rubs the top of his spine. kylo tells him he should put his head in his lap. hux doesn't pause to question it, but does as he says right away. he barely opens his eyes to do it and rubs his face on kylo's thigh, before settling down and curling his legs up toward his body.

kylo didn't expect hux to just ... do it. hux is prickly at the best of times. if kylo had known head scritches was all it took to get hux to agree with him, he would have done it a lot sooner.

hux is pliant. kylo barely has to touch him to encourage him to roll onto his back. hux blinks up at him with heavy lids, completely unconcerned about what is happening. kylo puts one hand low on hux's belly and pets him soothingly; the other he puts back in hux's hair. they lock eyes and for a brief moment kylo thinks hux will come to his senses and hit him - but hux just closes his eyes again and arches his back, asking for more belly touches.

kylo huffs a soft laugh and hikes hux's shirt up, so he can scritch his happy trail. "you're being awfully ... submissive," kylo says pointedly.

hux snorts and swats his chest, either not getting the subtext or not wanting to dignify it with a response. since kylo isn't doing anything untoward, he keeps petting hux, instead of clarifying what he meant. hux tilts his head, trying to guide kylo to a certain spot. kylo avoids it on purpose, until hux starts to whine. "do you want something?" he asks teasingly. hux wiggles his whole body, struggling to form sentences. kylo begins to question if he should continue. it doesn't feel right. kylo stops petting him and removes his hands from hux's body. hux whines softly and asks why he stopped. kylo gently tells him he thinks he's in subspace. hux makes a face; doesn't know what it is. kylo tries to explain it, says it's a bit like being high hux blinks owlishly up at him, says his name.

"mm?"

"am i hard?"

kylo glances at hux's lap. he's rubbing his thighs together. "you can't tell?"

hux shakes his head, looks pinched. "i don't know."

"have you ever felt like this before?" kylo asks quietly and brushes hux's hair back. hux is slow to answer, kylo's hand on his forehead is claiming all his attention.

he shakes his head. "don't think so. maybe. kind of."

kylo laughs softly. "think you can snap out of it?"

"don't want to," hux says and curls into kylo's stomach. "feels good." hux is hard and the fact that he can't tell worries kylo a little. he's seen people in subspace before, but hux is quite deep, considering they've barely done anything. kylo is surprised at how comfortable hux is with him; with this. hux doesn't exactly make a habit of being vulnerable in front of other people - at least not him. hux and kylo are close, sure, but not as close as hux is with phasma. kylo is not the one hux kisses when he's drunk

"tell me if you want to stop, ok?" kylo says. hux nods and mumbles a little. he pulls kylo's hand close to his mouth. they're effectively holding hands and hux nuzzles the back of kylo's hand, lost in the sensation of how kylo's skin feels against his own. it's sweet. kylo smiles and wonders what kind of stuff hux would react to if he ever did bdsm properly. he doubts it would be pain.

it's not something they talk about, but their friend group knows what brendol was like.

kylo runs his free hand over a welt on hux's lower back. hux wiggles his hips away from kylo's touch. he's ticklish. he would probably be into sensation stuff, kylo thinks. like feathers and blindfolds. maybe vibrators. kylo abruptly stops that line of thinking before he becomes hard, too. kylo pulls hux's shirt back down, covering his middle. "you look cute like this."

"like what?" hux asks, face smooshed to the back of kylo's hand.

"curled up in my lap. like a kitten."

hux opens one very judgmental eye and slowly opens his mouth and threatens to dig his teeth in. kylo raises a brow and calmly states, "if you do that, i won't pet you anymore."

after a moment, hux huffs and covers his teeth. "you're no fun."

"no?" kylo challenges and slips his hand up under hux's shirt, running his fingers over hux's side and back, scritching. a shiver goes down hux's spine and he moans softly. he's going pink in the face and down his neck. if kylo were to guess, the blush extends down his chest, too.

hux mewls "please" and kylo freezes, hand halfway to hux's nipples they're hard and showing through his thin t-shirt, practically begging to be touched.

kylo licks his lips. "please what?"

hux makes a string of nonsensical sounds and writhes, but doesn't answer. kylo keeps touching his chest softly, brushing against his nipples every so often. kylo lowers his voice, "tell me what you want, hux. i'll do it, but you have to tell me."

"you," hux mumbles. "want /you/, kylo. please."

kylo gapes. his ears burn. they probably match hux's in colour.

with kylo frozen above him, hux finally opens his eyes. "please, kylo?" he whispers, eyes hooded and dark. in a moment of clarity, hux rolls onto his back, his head still firmly in kylo's lap. with a flick of his wrist he opens his belt and jeans. "please," he says again and drags kylo's hand down his belly.

hux's belly is quivering under his hand. they haven't done this before. they flirt sometimes, but hux has never shown interest.

kylo swallows thickly. hux is looking up at him pleadingly - how is he supposed to say no to that. sliding his hands down hux's belly, down into his briefs feels like the most natural thing in the world; like he's done it a million times before. hux's skin is so warm and soft. kylo curls his fingers around the base of hux's cock and hux doesn't break eye contact. it's thicker than he had imagined. hux makes a soft, wounded sound. his hips buck instinctively; just the once. kylo doesn't know if he should just go for it. this has got to be crossing some sort of line. is he really about to risk ten years worth of friendship?

"kylo, please," hux whispers and grabs kylo's forearm, digging his nails in just enough for kylo to feel it. "i want it."

kylo tightens his fingers and hux melts. he tries his best to keep his eyes locked with kylo's, but the harder kylo squeezes, the heavier his lids become. hux's briefs restrict his wrist, but it somehow doesn't feel right pulling them down. kylo gets a slow rythm going. he can't tell which one of them is more out of breath. he's always had a thing for hux, but he never thought anything would come of it.

hux doesn't know what to do with himself. he clutches the front of kylo's shirt, keening quietly. "god, you're so big. /fuck/."

it takes kylo a second to realise hux means his hand. he glances at his hand, moving languidly inside hux's briefs. "maybe you're just small," he counters, heat creeping up his neck.

hux /wails/ and clamps his thighs tightly around kylo's hand. he's trembling all over, eyes firmly closed.

"yeah?" kylo smiles and bites his lip. he forces his hand deeper between hux's shaking legs. it's a tight fit, but he manages to cup hux's cock and balls. "you feel that?" he says teasingly. "don't even need two hands to take care of you, do i?" hux whimpers and hides behind his arms. kylo drops a kiss on one of his pointy elbows and says, "open your legs."

hux closes his legs more tightly, thighs shaking with the effort.

"hey, now, don't be like that. you want me to touch you, don't you? get you off?" there's a few seconds' delay, but hux nods. "then you gotta open your legs."

"kiss me."

"... what?"

it's muffled behind his arms, but still audible. "want you to kiss me." kylo can /hear/ the pout. kylo pulls his hand out of hux's briefs and nudges his arms aside. hux is biting his lip and peeking up at kylo through his lashes.

"you want me to kiss you?" kylo asks softly. hux nods and tilts his face up shyly. not kissing him doesn't even cross his mind. kylo cups his face gently. he doesn't have to hunch over to reach, hux surges up to meet him. he wraps his arm around kylo's neck, holding on tightly. kylo instinctively wraps his arms around hux's back and neck, supporting him. hux makes a soft sound and parts his lips, wanting kylo inside. hux's lips are so soft and plush against his own, swollen where hux has been biting them. kylo deepens the kiss. he bites hux's tongue teasingly and he whimpers in his arms.

they should have done this ages ago.

hux removes the hand from his hair and puts it back into his pants. kylo laughs softly, but wraps his fingers back around hux's dick anyway. hux sucks on kylo's tongue, while kylo rubs him off slowly.

hux doesn't need much at all before he's trembling and coming in kylo's hand, keening breathily. hux closes his thighs around kylo's hand again, but with none of the strength from before. hux breaks the kiss and hides his face in kylo's shoulder. kylo cradles him through it, praising him quietly. "good job, baby. you did so well."

hux is still half hard, but he whimpers pitifully, so kylo lets go. he scritches hux's happy trail - smearing come everywhere - and pulls him fully into his lap. "feel good?" kylo grins. hux nods and makes a happy sound. he seems more present now; more alert. he digs his fingers into kylo's hair and tugs him down, demanding a kiss. kylo is more than happy to give it to him. "you /can/ be sweet," kylo says against hux's lips, "who'd have thought?"

hux nips his lips and pulls on kylo's hair. hard. kylo breaks the kiss with a laugh and ruffles hux's hair.

hux freezes. "did you just rub come in my hair?"

kylo snorts. "no. rubbed it in your pubes, though," he winks.

hux sits up and looks into his briefs. he glares at kylo over his shoulder. "you're disgusting."

"and you're beautiful."

hux is visibly taken aback, but pushes it down hastily. "don't be daft," he huffs.

kylo smiles softly. he reaches for hux and pulls him close by the sleeve of his t-shirt. he kisses his cheek and rests his forehead against his temple. "wanna do it again?"

hux curls into him and smiles softly.

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