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Hux muffles a snort behind his hand, but when he raises his eyes from where he’s been watching his fingertips trace light patterns across Ren’s chest, Ren isn’t smiling. “You’re serious,” he says, feeling his brows draw together.

“I’m serious,” Ren confirms. His lips are flush and wet from being wrapped around Hux’s cock, and his eyes are bright and intent, and for a moment Hux lets himself imagine it, imagine running away with this ridiculous beast of a man who decides he wants to be Supreme Leader one day and decides he wants to leave it all behind the next.

Ren reads Hux’s answer before he can say it; Hux can’t stand to watch the light fade from his eyes, so as Ren’s arms tighten around him, he tucks his face into Ren’s neck.