He always tensed when he orgasmed. His whole body would spasm, shiver, and his muscles would contract, leaving Hux with a very tight ass. He didnt really mind; previous partners had loved it, and even if it made playing with toys a bit more challenging, it was worth it most times.
Not now.
Hux stared at the datapad in his hands with eyes that would burn a lesser human, but the pad didnt react. He was laying on his bed, lubed up and cum drying on his sheet and stomach, but with no time to waste.
Resistance fighters had been spotted heading their way. The General was needed on the bridge, if not to order the counterattack, then to inspire his officers and their fighters.
But his ass was too tight right now to get the toy out.
Hux had planned this flawlessly; he had half a cycle to himself. He had no meetings or calls, and every logistic hiccup had actually been solved, except minor things not worthy the time of a General. He actually had some real free time.
He’d taken a bath. Eased himself open with toys, fingers, letting himself moan and using more lube then was stricktly needed. He very rarely indulged in this kind of behaviour; at most, it was a quick wank in the refresher, maybe some fingers up his ass and if he had time over, the smalles of the plugs.
Now he’d used the biggest. The widest one, the one that went deeper then anyone else.
His orgasm had been magnificently powerful.
Then the call came through, just as he was riding the high down.
The bridge. Now. Resistance fighters inbound. Morale is low. Kylo Ren is threatening the officers. He’s already strangled Mitaka.
Fuck.
The planned bath would need to wait. The half hour or so needed for Hux’s body to relax enough to get the plug out would have to be carried out later.
As he sat up, then stood up, he felt it shift in him, pushing up against his prostate. Shit. He would have gotten hard had he not emptied his supply just a few minutes ago.
A quick rinse in the refresher, and Hux actually tried to pull the plug out, but the muscle was unyealding, and his cock actually managed to get almost half hard. It was clearly not working as he wanted it.
As he dressed, every move was on the verge of making him moan. Getting his pants on, he needed to pause, letting his body calm down, feeling the plug shift inside him, settling back against his prostate, making him bite his lips. His pad chimed, for the third time, and Hux sighed.
Once dressed and ready, the walk was easier then imagnied. His body had adjusted to the plug, and it shifted inside him with every step, but it was manageable. He was still coming down from his orgasm, so at least he wasnt hard, and as long as he didnt do anything too fast, he would be able to keep his moans at bay.
Hux actually felt quite good about it all, feeling that he was pulling this of without fault, as he walked into the control room of the bridge.
Where he met the eyes of Kylo Ren.
The Knight was furious. His eyes dark with rage, his body broad and towering, filling the whole room with his prescence.
Hux stopped in his tracks when he met the full force of that rage, head on. In the middle of a step. The sudden move had his body shift, and the plug inside him followed suit, and pressed in deeper inside him.
Hux had to summon all his schooling to not let his eyes flutter. For a moment, he lost all focus, and when he regained it, the look on Kylo’s face had changed.
It was calculating. Confusion flew over his overly expressive face, his helmet nowhere to be seen, and then a smile.
A slowly broadening smile. A little tilt of his head. Eyes intensely locked with Hux’s.
Fuck.
He forgot about Kylos ‘magic’ tricks. He totally forgot about it.
He looked away, too late now to walk back, and Kylo’s eyes burned as Hux turned, and walked over to the space he usually occupied, trying to ignore the Knight.
“Status update.” Hux barked, now completely turned away from Kylo.
“We’ve spotted several fighters, enough for a small guerilla type attack, and some of our lesser ships has begun to loose shields.”
“Get attack team 5 to 8 ready for flight, and post the rest in defensive position.”
“Roger that, sir.”
Hux stood straight, his legs not as wide apart as usual, but he still felt good. Whatever Kylo had noticed was of no matter now; his crew knew how to handle a few fighters, and he being here was more for show then strategy, so there was no need to worry about what the Knight might think of him.
Suddenly, something bumped against Hux’s ass. Just a quick, small push, but it was somehow placed exactly over the butt of the toy, making it push deeper inside Hux.
It took all his control to keep from uttering a moan right then, and he quickly turned, ready to berate whatever lowly officer that might have stumbled into the General of…
Behind him, a smirking Kylo Ren stood towering over him, looking down, standing a bit too close.
“Sorry. Lost my step.”
Hux just stared. That the famed Force wielder had lost balance even for a moment was laughable. With all his bulk, height and long limbs, he was incredibly nimble and in control of his body.
Kylo smirked at the General, and then turned to the officer before them.
“Is my ship still in hangar 5C?”
The officer checked, then answered in the affirmative. Kylo barely noddes in response, and Hux glared. Of course Kylos ship where still where he’d left it, if nothing else he could check it himself. Instead he had taken time from Hux’s officer to affirm something he already knew.
He was also standing too close, still. Hux was not comfortable with this.
Even less so when Kylo turned, about to walk past Hux, but stopped right behind him.
In front of Hux was the lowered desks of his flight officers, and he couldn’t take a single step forward unless he wantwd to fall down in their arms.
So when Kylo stopped behind him, that black cloak billowing behind him, almost covering them both, there wasn’t anything dignified to do when Hux felt a hand on the low of his back, stroking down his cleft, and firmly press the butt of the extra large plug resting between Hux’s cheeks.
Staring straight forward, Hux forced his eyes to stay still, and bit the inside of his mouth hard enough to taste iron. The pressure pushed the plug deeper, and angling it slightly, forcing it down harder against Hux’s prostate.
Hux involutairly felt his eyes flutter, but bit his tongue to hinder the moan from escaping.
Behind him, Kylo was moving to the side, holding onto the plug, forcing it to turn as he walked past Hux.
Hux could feel his cock filling up again already, the treacherous thing. Kylo let him go, but only took another step, and then leaned in against the Generals ear.
“Let me assist the next time.”
Then he walked off.
Hux tried to force the heat of his face, not sure if he succeded. Kylo wasnt looking back at him, but the words had been clear.
Next time.
Hux shuddered, and promised himself to never again repeat this failure ever again. He’d rather abstain from any pleasurable activities before he let Kylo into his toy box.
He soon changed his mind tho, especially after seeing Kylo naked, for the first, time later that cycle
So, because I am an idiot (okay, I have been sneezing most of my semi-essential brains out for four days. I don’t know what is blooming, but I HATE IT), it has taken me days to upload this stunning commission from @elviscl. I commissioned kylux from a future scene in my AO3 fic, Nodus Tollens.
I spent so much time squeeing over the lineart and the finished product, I can’t even tell you. And she was even nice enough to tag which of the images she sent me was best for uploading; because I otherwise wouldn’t have had a clue.
Acclaimed author Kylo Ren decides to adapt his best-selling biographical book on his grandparents into a musical and convinces his childhood friend, the composer Poe Dameron, to help. When Poe recruits director Armitage Hux, of both West End and Broadway fame, egos clash and tensions fly high. Meanwhile, the new musical attracts the attention of many hopeful actors. Finn, a dancer, convinces his best friend Rey, a newcomer, to audition with him. Though she wants the part, another actor at the auditions catches her eye: Rose Tico.
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.
Music was a constant in the Hux household, whether it was symphonies on the radio or Brendol playing the piano for get-togethers. And as of his ninth birthday, the sound of young Armitage practicing his saxophone.
Brendol resented Armitage’s constant playing, especially when his son got older. Whenever there was a get together at the home, Brendol would go to the piano and play songs for people to sing along to. Armitage would escape for a little while to his room, and come back with that horrid thing dangling from a strap on his neck, as well as some sheet music that usually had the word “blues” or “swing” written on it.
Although Brendol was against the idea of his son playing in front of the dignitaries, they would be on the boy’s side, saying things like “let the boy play!” Armitage would smile lightly, place the music on a stand, take a breath, close his eyes and play. Most of the time they were soft pieces or parlor melodies, but once he played some loud and vulgar music called “jazz” for the amusement of the guests. Brendol was furious.
so there’s a place near me opening up
soon called Solo Thai Ice Cream and it made me think of a BenArmie highschool
AU where home-schooled Ben works in the family-owned shop that also happens to be frequently
visited by Hux (because it has his favorite flavor, or because of the tall,
handsome, dark-haired boy working behind the counter? hmm😏)
At promptly nine o’clock, Ben hops over
the counter (a feat perfected thanks to long lanky legs and months of practice)
and turns the OPEN sign off. Turning on his heel, he grins at Hux. “C’mon,
I wanna show you something.”
Hux follows wordlessly as Ben guides
him behind the counter and into the chilly back room. “There’s a new flavor we’re
experimenting with,” he tells Hux as he pulls the appropriate tub from the
freezer. “Want to try it?”
Hux ignores the fact that he’s out
later than usual – Brendol will surely give him an earful about it, despite the
fact that he’s a junior and the shop is just a few blocks away – and instead
studies the way Ben’s hair curls distractingly around his large ears. “Yeah. Of
course.”
For the last few years Kylo Ren has been supplementing his income by taking part in paid market research panels. Usually this involves nothing more strenuous than answering a lot of repetitive online surveys. When he finds himself temporarily unable to work through no fault of his own – thanks Rey! – he throws himself into taking as many surveys as he can. One particular company keeps sending him the strangest questions though…
TechieHux 