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.
Just passed 200 kudos on my first kylux. Would love feedback
go check out this fic if you’re in the mood for some naughtiness, needy supreme failure!Kylo Ren and hot mess!Hux. I have a slight kink for Hux succumbing to substance abuse to deal with the dumpster fire that is his life, before realizing that Kylo’s dick is the only drug he really needs.
Hux runs one hand over his face, sitting bolt upright in his bed and trying to brush sweaty hair off his forehead. His shoulders are clammy, and his back aches, as though he’s spent the night flat on the deck, instead of in his own soft bed. He blinks, trying to banish the cobwebs of his dreams from his mind.
He’d seen Phasma there. She’d glared at him, every inch of the young scavenger she’d been when they’d first met. Her voice had been high and panicked as she called out to him, the mask of her anger falling away as she’d tried desperately to reach him. I died for you, she’d said. I lived my entire life for you, killed for you, fought for you, and then I died for you. Why didn’t you save me?
Hux had tried to go to her in his dream, running across a wide open plain, but she’d disappeared into the distance, vanishing into a storm of dust and wind, as Brendol’s laughter washed over Hux from behind. He’d turned then, and his father’s pursed lips and beady eyes had knocked the wind out of him. It’s your fault, Brendol had said. I knew you’d fail. You could have been Supreme Leader, and look at what you are instead. A pet, kept on a leash, a figurehead to the troops.
I’m not, Hux had tried to protest, but Brendol had only laughed, his voice washing over him. Hux had woken then, and now he sits in a cold sweat, trying to shake away his dreams.
The sound of the sonic fades away, and Hux straightens his shoulders. By the time Ren walks back into the room, he’s managed to brush his hair back, and square his soft sleep shirt. He purses his lips, hoping to look annoyed.
Ren stops in the middle of the room, in only his leggings, staring at Hux. Then he comes over, moving softly across the room as he only does this early in the morning. He slides onto the bed next to Hux, one hand coming to rest on Hux’s back and the other threading through Hux’s wet hair. Hux grimaces. It must feel disgusting. Ren doesn’t seem to mind, though.
“Another nightmare?” he asks.
“No,” Hux says flatly. “Nothing like that.”
“I can feel it when you lie.” Ren shuffles around until he’s sitting behind Hux, his legs spread and Hux cradled between them.
“I’m not lying about it,” Hux says. “It was just a dream. It’s no more than I deserve.”
“What does that mean?” Ren asks, his fingers clenching in Hux’s hair and tugging a few strands tight enough that Hux grimaces. Ren makes a soft noise and relaxes his hand, petting the place he hurt.
“I dreamt about Phasma,” Hux admits in a small voice. “And my father.”
“No more dreaming of the dead, Hux. They’re gone. They don’t matter. They’re nothing to you,” Ren says flatly.
“Phasma mattered,” Hux protests. “Phasma matters. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
Ren wraps an arm around Hux’s waist, pulling Hux back against him and nuzzling into Hux’s throat. “I wish I didn’t. The Force knows that I wish I didn’t understand. But I do, Hux. I do. Only… no more. I can’t do this any more, can’t feel this much.”
“Neither can I,” Hux admits, and tears finally cover his cheeks.
It was a shockingly easy decision to make. His apartment was a shit hole, he didn’t really have any friends, Hannah had failed to come running after him, despite what he considered a fantastic, confident kiss, and most importantly, Sofa Solutions was offering him a significant raise if he relocated. The only part that made him pause was the location: West Virginia. Stensland knew he couldn’t even point it out on a map if asked.
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