Were it not for how Hux’s eyes were locked onto his dick and the constant drag against his own prostate as he bounced on his lap, Kylo would have thought him completely uninterested.
“You’re slacking,” Hux drawled as he brought his whiskey to his lips. “Or is this the best you can do?” A long sip, followed by a low hum as the burn slithered down his throat. Kylo’s mouth went dry as he watched the bob of his Adam’s apple, the distraction causing him to slow his pace so as not to overbalance.
Hux set down his glass on the arm of his chair. “If that’s the case, I should find another fuck toy. Someone who doesn’t disappoint me with lackluster performances.” Hux finally looked up at Kylo’s face through his lashes. “I’d make you watch, you know. So you could learn how to actually fuck properly. You wouldn’t be allowed to come until you learned how to be a perfect little slut.” Kylo’s eyes squeezed shut as a spark of lust landed in his belly, barely catching a moan before it passed his lips.
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