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“Look at me.”
Hux’s eyes roll sluggishly in their sockets before resolving into another lax stare.
“Never mind. Just shut your eyes.”
For the minute that works, Kylo luxuriates in Hux’s flexibility, how his thighs lie flat against the mattress with his heels kissably close and his hole high and deeply accessible. It’s good, slow, and impossibly intimate… or it would be if Kylo enjoyed fucking dolls.
“Am I hurting you?” Kylo asks of his pacified lover.
“Nnngh,” Hux drones.
“Then touch yourself,” Kylo commands, “and do something with your face.”
Hux untucks an arm to masturbate exactly as pathetically as Kylo recalls, and he fixes his lips into a little ring, perfectly completing the dollish aesthetic. Kylo tries regardless, giving Hux a few exquisitely long thrusts before his cock softens and his temper rises.
“Steadfast?” Hux gasps.
It’s only a thought, only a flicker, but somehow Hux sees Kylo’s fist and startles. He wasn’t going to hit him. That might’ve stirred some life into him if Kylo hadn’t promised to do better… but Pryde made no such vows. The memories of his insults, his narcotics, his swagger stick — some twenty years old — make Hux squirm beneath the heavyweight pinning him, make him wriggle Kylo almost all the way out before stilling, exhausted, but for feeble cries.
“Used too much,” Hux mumbles through one of them. “Need… antix. Tox,” he attempts. “Andoxin. Please…”
This isn’t what Kylo wanted, but pushing Hux’s mind down any further could prove irreversible, so Kylo relies instead on the verisimilitude of his assigned role. “Don’t stop, boy. Show me how much you like it.”
Hux resumes fiddling uselessly with his limp penis. The effort is so odd that it’s arousing in a way. Or maybe it’s just Hux’s newfound animation that allows Kylo to plunge back into him with renewed vigor. He has no doubt this time it does hurt. No amount of lube or practice could entirely correct for Kylo’s girth and the speed at which he slams it into the trembling form trapped beneath him.
“Steadfast, please,” Hux huffs. “I’m scared.”
No, that’s it — the terror. Kylo’s previous partners savored the best nights of their lives, but Hux only withdraws. Kylo thought he hated this, but if it feels wrong, that’s only proof that he needs this darkness. He likes it when Hux whimpers, prefers it. He tells himself so until he comes.