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*crashes in* I heard the word cloaca? ( ✧w✧) But we can go deeper. Kylo is exploring Mer!Hux’s erection for the first time in awe, and while he’s idly stroking it with his fingertips, distracted by a kiss, he finds Hux’s prehensile cock is trying to wrap around them and stroke him back.

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emperor-huxxx:

solohux:

oh…my god

just imagine Kylo being startled by whatever is trying to grasp his fingers, all the meanwhile Hux is moaning louder suddenly and Kylo doesn’t know it’s Hux’s prehensile cock trying to pleasure its ‘mate’ too! And when Kylo sees, all he can think about is letting it wrap around his cock and jerk him off…

Kylo gasped, the sound eaten by the rhythmic crash of waves around them. Sand caked his skin. Layers washed away with each surging lap of the cold water only to be replaced with more by each little squirm, the weak bucking of his hips. He should be freezing yet he feels like his body is being consumed by fire.

Out here in the open, on the very public beach, Kylo should be paranoid of being caught, for multiple reasons; but his entire awareness is drawn down to the single point between his thighs where a very alien cock is wrapped around his.

He can’t look away as the slick muscle glistens in the moonlight with each deliberate curl. He doesn’t want to. A chilly Hux is pressed against him side on the sand, his equivalent groin gently grinding into Kylo’s hip as his prehensile cock worked his lover over. The thick, slowly writhing column of muscle that was Hux’s tail draped over his thigh and curled around his leg, which had gone numb a few minutes back, but he neither noticed nor cared.

All that mattered was watching Hux’s cock dance around his. It’s movements were sluggish but it’s grip was almost worryingly powerful. Each wet stroke squeezed the life out of him until he was on the brink of begging for mercy. And when the word nearly tumbled from his lips Hux would retract his length to tease him with little rubs of the pointed tip of his glans until Kylo sobbed.

Back and forth it went until the stars seemed to swim above them. Desperate for release Kylo fucked up into the inhuman grip as best he could under the weight of Hux. Eventually it was enough. The fire that had been pooling in his gut surged, his orgasm a long time coming yet still taking him by complete surprise. Crying out within the writhing hold of Hux’s cock, Kylo’s own visibly twitched with each spurt of cum that streaked across his chest to splatter against the underside of his chin and the sand below.

And just as he’d finished painting himself Hux’s grunts melted into luxurious moans. Kylo could feel the contractions roll down Hux’s length for several seconds before his lover too orgasmed, drenching them both in thick, hot cum that just kept flowing until Hux collapsed in the sand next to him with a heaving sigh.

“Fuck…”

His voice was as cold and alien as the rest of him, sounding rusty from disuse as Hux’s clumsy accent imitated Irish for a second.

Light-headed, winded, and dripping, Kylo laid there in the sand, a lopsided grin plastered over his face.

“Fuck is right.”

It didn’t take long for them to drag themselves back into the water to wash clean, giggling like school girls all the while between salty kisses.

// The fact that I got on my sideblog and wrote monster porn to expand upon this is entirely your fault, Lottie.

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creepycreepyspacewizard:

Point Of No Return by Squire

In a galaxy far far away where Snoke never existed, Ben Solo still manages to make the worst decisions he could. 

Kylo huffed in the frustration. Then it occurred to him that Hux might be scared that Kylo would blow his cover… if he was a secret Resistance sympathiser…

Or Kylo was being paranoid and seeing too much into things. After all, he was Kylo Ren, the unparalleled ace, the heartthrob of the troops. Maybe Hux’s acerbic attitude was just him playing hard to get and he really cared if Kylo got airlocked or not. Kylo really shouldn’t find that idea as pleasant as he did.

“Did you have a… personal interest in my mission, perhaps?” he tried, innocently enough.

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obiwanjedi:

hux & poe // animal shelter au // a follow-up to this and this // for gingerpilot week, day 3 – fake/pretend relationship

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“And here’s the happy couple!” Someone yelled across the room as soon as Hux and Poe entered through the gate. Hux clutched the bowl of casserole closer, nudging into Poe, who’s one hand was on his shoulder, already giving encouragement. Poe had a six-pack of beer in the other, but he didn’t sacrifice the one on Hux’s shoulder to wave at everyone gathered in the yard.

They were invited to a first-day-of-summer type outside picnic one block over. And since Poe was on good terms with every neighbor in the vicinity, it was obvious they were invited.

While Hux would rather spend the day together with Poe, or at the shelter—now that he had finally quit his job, after a very long talk with Poe about their lives, and listing pros and cons about all of it. He felt already more settled only a week after he walked out of the firm’s offices for the last time. At the moment he took it easy, giving himself a long overdue vacation. He had eyed several times the ‘employees wanted’

poster at the shelter—he would not work at the same one as Poe, but since Poe was in charge of all three shelters in this city, he did travel from one to another frequently.

They had moved in together almost three months ago, when coincidentally their both leases were up in the same week. So now they were in a lovely cottege-type house right in  between all three shelters, cutting down on the commute time.

Hux took a deep breath and followed Poe where he had walked faster to reach the hosts of this little get-together.

It took only a short conversation for someone to ask their intended wedding date. Hux was about to respond that they weren’t even engaged yet, when Poe wrapped a hand around his middle and in a very loud voice announced a date in late August.

When they got through several congratulations and three toasts, Hux dragged Poe to sit by the poolside.

“And I didn’t get to tell you I do.” he whispered in Poe’s ear, kissing the cheek.

“Do you want to?” Poe smiled, running a hand up and down Hux’s shoulder.

Hux lightly swatted at Poe’s chest, in a mock affront, “I expected a bit more romance, perhaps you getting on your knees.”

Poe hummed at that, “I can still do that.”

“You better!” Hux leaned closer to Poe and kissed him.

31 + Techienician!

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huxlikespink:

prostitute/client au

Matt was shivering and rubbing his hands at his usual corner of a back alley and the street filled with big corporate buildings, on a cold night. From his experience, those computer nerds were the kinkiest. He had this regular a while back, a tall, slim, evil, redhead mother fucker. The pay had been incredible, but it always ended up with Matt covered in bruises and bitemarks. The guy clearly had a thing for someone else, he kept calling him Kylo during their dalliance.

Not that he missed the asshole. He could use the money he was making back then. The marks and rough treatment not so much. Having a regular had been good for his finances, rent was paid on time and he didn’t starved. Then on day Redhead had stopped showing up. Parts of Matt hoped he finally got this Kylo dude to let him do whatever the redhead fancied.

It had been a few rough months following the interruption of the redhead patronage. Matt was getting desperate, he was so hungry. Rubbing his hands together barely brought heat back in his numbed fingers. He was about to give up and go home when a black sedan with tinted windows pulled next to him. Matt’s heart was beating so fast, so suddenly, it felt like the organ would leap out of his chest. He knew that sedan so well, and he tried to stomp the hope down as he leaned over the car as the window rolled down.

The red hair he remembered was the same shade, if longer. What shocked him, was the the blue eyes that met his. Matt clearly remembered Redhead’s eyes to be a cold, calculating green. Instead he was met with a pair of warm, worried, benevolent eyes, with the same shade as the sky. The man smiled gently at him, unlocking the door.

Matt slipped in the car, and that night was the last night he spent on that corner.