Kylux – Consummation of the Supreme Leader
Before the battle of Crait, Kylo Ren and General Hux had just enough time to consummate the new supreme leader.
Hux used to threaten that he would only fuck him “Over Snoke’s dead body” never thinking Ren could do such a thing. That day came sooner than Hux thought…
Hux was already down on his knees anyway…. Long live Supreme Leader Ren. Keep your enemies close.
//happy st armitage day 2018 to our favorite irish man-donut ❤ cheers Kyluxers!
The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.
Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.
Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.
Shit!
Techie smiles slightly and takes her hand in a loose handshake before saying, “Thank you. That’s… Y-You’re my first friend in a, uh, long time.”
An incoherent, drooling, love-struck mess; Techie nods feverishly and wraps his arms secure around his brother’s neck, pulling them so close together that Techie’s leaking cock rubs up on Hux’s stomach. It’s the best, most addictive feeling in the world, this closeness. They’re together, in every meaning of the word.
Voice hoarse, he moans possessively, “I want y-your cum all for myself, Armie,” and the mere idea pushes him over the edge; he’s spilling hard between their bodies and the slight incline to his hips means cum can land as far as his chin. He screws his eyes shut with a sob and clenches hard around his brother’s length, greedily milking him for all he’s got. He’d stay here happily for the rest of his life, cradled in Armitage’s arms like a precious gift and bringing him nothing but pleasure.
Boneless and fucked sweet, senseless, silly, Techie flops back onto the bed and leisurely lets his twin chase his own pleasure while Techie whispers soft, dirty promises into his ear. “I’m yours, d-darling. All yours. Use me.”
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Tagged by: my friend @kelleyxmarie!
Relationship status: In a mutual crush but nothing official yet.
Favorite color: dark purple!
Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick all the way!
Three favorite foods: quesadillas, bananas, all desserts EVER
Last song I listened to: Stupid MF – Mindless Self Indulgence
Top three shows: Parks and Rec, Star Trek DS9, Twilight Zone
Top three bands/artists: Marina and the Diamonds, Sia, Owl City
Book I’m currently reading: Fics, not regular books!
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The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.
Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.
Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.
Shit!
Techie stared at Phasma blankly. “I don’t h-have any friends. Not really.” Who the hell would he tell? His dealer?
15. Do you like someone?
Yes…
16. The last song you listened to?
A banned remix of the Imperial March.
17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
See you later, Leslee!! I’ll give myself a raise while you’re gone 😉
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
Myself
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
I wouldn’t have any slaves, thanks. I was one.
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
There’s nothing all that great about me.
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