“How often do you touch yourself, Lieutenant Sevier?”
Hux smirks at his own question, lapping up the sight of his officer’s blush
as he sits at Hux’s desk in his office, attempting to finish his reports. With
no way of completing his work after his datapad had mysteriously gone
missing, Hux had offered his shy Lieutenant the use of his personal office to
continue his work. And like a fly to a honey-trap, Paul has been caught.
“Sir,” Sevier says, pushing his
glasses back up his nose. “I-I don’t believe that’s an appropriate question for
me to answer—”
“Its appropriateness is for me to decide, as your superior officer,” Hux
replies. He walks with a rigidly-straight back around the desk, from the front
to the back, sliding his gloved fingers across its surface until he’s standing
beside Sevier’s chair. “And I believe it’s a perfectly appropriate question. I’m asking from a medical standpoint,
Lieutenant. Of course.”
Regardless of Hux’s attempt at an explanation, Sevier doesn’t answer. His
lips open and close for a few moments as though contemplating his response but
the words are lost somewhere.
“Once a week?” Hux sits himself on the desk and allows one of his hands to
push Sevier’s datapad from his hands. “Twice a week? Every day? And what thoughts are in your mind as you fondle
yourself, I wonder?”
“I-I don’t—”
Sevier’s throat is dry; Hux see how hard his Lieutenant swallows, as though
there’s an invisible lump stuck there. The blush on his cheeks is almost
luminous by this point, and Hux has him just where he wants him.
“I hear the talks in the canteen, Lieutenant, and a lot of them prove quite
interesting. Especially those between yourself and your friend, Matt.”
Sevier stands up abruptly, almost stumbling back over the chair as he moves,
but Hux is quick to grab the front of his jacket to pull him back enough that
they’re almost nose-to-nose.
“General, I’m sorry—” Sevier’s eyes glance down from Hux’s own to his lips.
His need is palpable.
“Do not apologise for your body’s desires, Paul,” Hux says, and feels Sevier
quiver at the sound of his name on Hux’s tongue. “You’ve likely guessed that I
didn’t invite you here to finish your work.”
“Yes, sir. I…understand.”
“Then take what you need, Lieutenant,” Hux says, releasing the front of
Sevier’s jacket, intrigued to see what his next move will be. Will he begin
touching himself first? Or will he reach for Hux’s growing erection and focus
on his release first?
To Hux’s surprise, Sevier licks his lips and leans forward, moving in to
give Hux a gentle kiss on his cheek before moving to his lips, moving softly.
Hux’s eyes widen before he melts into the kiss, shocked that the man who’s had
such dirty thoughts about him has chosen
to kiss him so gently.
But Hux smiles. Obviously, Sevier’s innocence isn’t tainted enough. Yet.
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