kesstiel:

i would die for kylo slowly earning back hux’s trust, hoping against hope that they can repair what he so hideously ruined. touching him gently and only when out of sight of anyone who could leverage this against the general. letting hux skitter away when he raises his hands to do anything and pretending not to notice. sitting more often so as to let hux have a height advantage. never letting on that he knows about the hidden blade ever close at hand and desperately trying to be as patient as possible waiting for hux to approach him again.

when hux finally comes to his quarters; holding him loosely, hux’s back to his front so that he feels like he can escape. caressing his neck soothingly, waiting until hux has stopped trembling to kiss his throat softly and murmur apologies into his shoulder. finally realizing he can breathe again when hux pulls him closer, wants him deeper, and makes pleased little sounds at the way ren fucks into him slowly, mercilessly, reverently.

shivering against hux’s back when they’re finished, sliding down to eat him out until hux is helpless to do anything but come again, gripping the sheets and begging to be fucked over and over until ren slides so easily into him again and it all starts anew. waking in the early hours to a mouth on his cock. letting hux hold him down and take him apart. crying out when hux comes inside him and mewling when hux pushes three fingers back into him to finally bring him over the edge.

waking to hux scowling at the mess they’ve made and pulling him back into bed despite the squawking because the galaxy can wait until its supreme leader has satisfied his emperor once more.