[ The sound drags out, he can't tell which he's trying to appeal to, Rey or Hux. He tries to prop himself on a hand, but Hux's fingers find his shoulder and shove him down roughly. He's frustrated, frustrated and weak and scared. He tries to brace his palm to Hux's torso to push, but his wrist is pinned down easily as the general's already removed his belt and starts to work on his tunic.
'So many layers, it's no wonder you've never had anyone take you to bed'
It's now that his mind is catching up to the fact that Rey is here and real-- there's a shot of panic... adrenaline. He still can't gather his strength or get a foot hold on the Force. His gaze is glassy and unfocused and squirm as he might he can't get away from the feel of Hux's glove against the exposed skin of his abdomen. ]
S--stop.
[ It's weak, hardly a sound. The best he can do, but he feels Rey crying and he's causing it and his mind is spun out of control.
But-- it works? Or seems to. Hux had lifted him up to remove his tunic, been in the process of throwing it aside and running his fingers under the fastenings for his bracers when he stops to consider his Supreme Leader.
'That wasn't very polite, you can do better.'
Hux lets him go to fall back on to the bed and survey him. Mussed hair, no tunic, every muscle twisting and turning as he breathes and writhes.
He takes a deep breath to try and gain his wits. ]
St-stop. [ A stuttered breath as he closes his eyes and the world continues to spin-- ] Please.
[ There's a moment where Kylo can trick himself into believe such a plea would work, Hux's cold stare as he looks down on him, he can feel Rey's heartbeat in his own chest and then-- Then Hux smiles and Kylo realizes he's given him exactly what he wants.
'That wasn't so difficult, was it Ren?'
Leather-clad gloves find the hem of his pants and start to work there and he feels sick. ]
As it should. kylux is only fluffy when they're in separate beds thinking of how to murder the other
[ The sound drags out, he can't tell which he's trying to appeal to, Rey or Hux. He tries to prop himself on a hand, but Hux's fingers find his shoulder and shove him down roughly. He's frustrated, frustrated and weak and scared. He tries to brace his palm to Hux's torso to push, but his wrist is pinned down easily as the general's already removed his belt and starts to work on his tunic.
'So many layers, it's no wonder you've never had anyone take you to bed'
It's now that his mind is catching up to the fact that Rey is here and real-- there's a shot of panic... adrenaline. He still can't gather his strength or get a foot hold on the Force. His gaze is glassy and unfocused and squirm as he might he can't get away from the feel of Hux's glove against the exposed skin of his abdomen. ]
S--stop.
[ It's weak, hardly a sound. The best he can do, but he feels Rey crying and he's causing it and his mind is spun out of control.
But-- it works? Or seems to. Hux had lifted him up to remove his tunic, been in the process of throwing it aside and running his fingers under the fastenings for his bracers when he stops to consider his Supreme Leader.
'That wasn't very polite, you can do better.'
Hux lets him go to fall back on to the bed and survey him. Mussed hair, no tunic, every muscle twisting and turning as he breathes and writhes.
He takes a deep breath to try and gain his wits. ]
St-stop. [ A stuttered breath as he closes his eyes and the world continues to spin-- ] Please.
[ There's a moment where Kylo can trick himself into believe such a plea would work, Hux's cold stare as he looks down on him, he can feel Rey's heartbeat in his own chest and then-- Then Hux smiles and Kylo realizes he's given him exactly what he wants.
'That wasn't so difficult, was it Ren?'
Leather-clad gloves find the hem of his pants and start to work there and he feels sick. ]