[ He can still feel Hux moving inside of him, stroking him and bringing him closer to finish. The closer he gets the more he feels shame in looking at Rey, letting her see or experience any of this--
Could she feel it?
There's more panic and for a moment he struggles until Hux shoves him down again.
'Maybe if you had behaved I would have sucked you dry--'
He tries to blot the words from his mind, blink away the tears, not be such a fucking wreck. What the hell was going to happen after this? He has to imagine the only reason he's so lucid is because Rey is here. Was he supposed to just forget? Was Hux planning on trying to make this a regular thing?
Or had he finally planned on ending him?
He can't gather those thoughts so neatly as they float in and out of his mind. Instead he focuses on her again. What he can see and feel of her. The images of her hair brushing her shoulders, the look of her in that small box when she came for him, how it felt fighting by her side, her hand-- He tries to hold on to that as Hux's hips gain tempo, a more punishing rhythm, harsh and bruising. The feel of him coming inside of him.
His eyes squeeze shut because now that Hux is finished, all he has left to feel is his hand jerking him off and-- He doesn't want to come. Not with Rey watching. Not like this. ]
I have receipts. I can look this shit up
Could she feel it?
There's more panic and for a moment he struggles until Hux shoves him down again.
'Maybe if you had behaved I would have sucked you dry--'
He tries to blot the words from his mind, blink away the tears, not be such a fucking wreck. What the hell was going to happen after this? He has to imagine the only reason he's so lucid is because Rey is here. Was he supposed to just forget? Was Hux planning on trying to make this a regular thing?
Or had he finally planned on ending him?
He can't gather those thoughts so neatly as they float in and out of his mind. Instead he focuses on her again. What he can see and feel of her. The images of her hair brushing her shoulders, the look of her in that small box when she came for him, how it felt fighting by her side, her hand-- He tries to hold on to that as Hux's hips gain tempo, a more punishing rhythm, harsh and bruising. The feel of him coming inside of him.
His eyes squeeze shut because now that Hux is finished, all he has left to feel is his hand jerking him off and-- He doesn't want to come. Not with Rey watching. Not like this. ]