The Dawn Comes and the Knight Goes
Kylo was thankful for his connection with the Force as he gently removed himself from under Hux’s sleep-warm arm. The motion would have certainly jostled the man awake if not for the quelling and fuzzy thoughts Kylo directed to Hux’s slumbering mind.
Slowly and quietly Kylo made his way around Hux’s quarters, deftly collecting the previous evenings discarded clothing and pulling them unceremoniously back on as he remembered the evening they had shared. The unexpected gentleness of Hux’s pale delicate hands as they roamed Kylo’s bared flesh, the way Kylo had so readily submitted to his co-commander, how Kylo revelled in the sensation of their skin sliding desperately against each other.
The sweet release.
In his reverie, it took a moment to locate his helmet, which had been kicked under the bed. Kylo took a moment to sit at the foot of the mattress to pull on his boots. Instead he watched Hux breathe deeply and regularly; appreciating the young general’s relaxed features, unguarded -vulnerable- in his sleep. He’d looked too long, Kylo had to go. Pulling on his boots and replacing his helmet Kylo rose and strode to the door…. he didn’t do morning afters.
A fill for this @kyluxcantina prompt submitted by @fruhallbera!
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