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Hux isn’t sure how it all came about. One minute they’re screaming orders on the bridge - both trying to out-do the other, trying to wrestle for control over the Order with passive aggressive comments and sometimes (on Kylo’s end) outright violence - and the next they’re in Kylo’s quarters, rutting up against each other and battling for dominance in a wholly different way. It’s messy and dangerous and entirely unprofessional; Hux has never wanted anything more.
He pulls away before things can escalate any further. He needs to think, to figure out what the fuck just happened.
It was after their pissing contest on the bridge and after Hux had taken a shot of Nabooian whiskey to calm his nerves and stop himself from doing something that might end up getting him cut in half like Snoke. Yes, he’d had the whiskey and then he’d had the idea to try and talk some sense into Ren. To maybe try and find some middle ground since clearly, Hux’s command wasn’t - and isn’t - going to last that long without some sort of agreement being made between the two.
And now he’s here, in Ren’s room, hard in his pants and looking more fucked out than he has any right to be. He’s a fucking mess and it’s exclusively Ren’s fault. Hux is sure it was that Grandpa-fetishising, goth-phase crybaby that made the first move; Hux would never do something so beneath his station as to press his mouth (and his cock) against a man that is essentially his boss.
No.
Must have been Ren.
Well, if Ren started it.
“Bed,” Hux orders, his throat clicking and voice ragged. Kylo isn’t very good at kissing and that’s something that comes as quite a surprise to the young General; despite all their fighting and brief attempts a murder (this times it’s on Hux’s end), Hux has always been aware of Ren’s beauty. He’s handsome in a way you don’t often see - not one of those poster child pretty boys the Resistance like to plaster around cities to try and entice young people to join their cause. No, Kylo is different and gorgeous and Hux simply can’t believe he’s shit at kissing. Surely someone like him must have had a lot of practice?
Much to Hux’s surprise and delight, Ren does as he’s told. The man climbs onto the bed, shuffles himself up the sheets and sits with his back against the headboard looking a whole ‘nother level of uncomfortable. It’s like he doesn’t know where to settle his gaze and keeps looking around his vast quarters (the fact that Ren’s room his bigger than Hux’s does not fail his notice), looking anywhere except Hux who’s stood at the end of the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt. Ren fiddles his hands and Hux rolls his eyes.
“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Hux lets his words roll off his tongue in a condescending droll. He’s looking at Ren with a mixture of irritation and exasperation and suddenly Ren is glaring right back at him, making the General blanch.
Kylo sneers, which isn’t a look he often sports and meets Hux’s gaze with the same level of disdain as the General had been wearing previously. “Do you really think you’d still be breathing if you commanded me to do something I didn’t already want to do?”
That’s a fair point.
“Then what’s the problem.”
Just like that, Ren is back to looking uneasy - awkward, even. He’s shifty in a way that draws Hux’s interest in, eager to learn what could possibly make a man as lethal as Kylo Ren act like a nervous teenager about to have their cherry popped.
“I haven’t,” Ren starts - and then his face closes off. It’s like he’s just forced his own personal shield barriers up and expects them to somehow keep Hux, or whatever he assumes Hux’s reaction is going to be, out. “I haven’t done this before.”
Hux frowns and for once in his life his brilliant brain fails to do the math and refuses to come up with any answer at all. “You haven’t done what before?”
At that, Ren looks positively homicidal. “Don’t play stupid,” He bites and almost rises from where he’s sat. It takes a lot for Hux to hold his ground and not back away.
“Ren, I don’t-” And then he stops. He takes in Kylo’s quickly colouring cheeks, the way his legs are crossed like he’s unsure if he should be being open about his package and the shitty kissing.
Oh, the shitty kissing.
“Ah,” Hux says, nice and slow. He hasn’t done this before. Hux thinks that maybe he hasn’t done anything before. Maybe not even kissing. Oh, God, was Armitage his first kiss? He doesn’t want to admit it, but that thought sets something inside him alight and he knows, soon enough, that there’ll be a fire raging inside him. Hux is a possessive man and the prospect of an innocent Kylo Ren all for him to deflower for his own pleasure is more enticing than anything he’s ever experienced sexually before. “You’re a-”
“Don’t say it.”
“-virgin.”
They sit in it for a little while. It’s all very troublesome.
After they’ve both suffered in the silence for a little while, Kylo clears his throat. When Hux looks at him, really looks at him, he can see the worry in his eyes - the concern. His face is pale and his lips chewed red until the point for puffiness: a nervous habit Hux noticed years ago but suddenly sees in a whole different light. He likes it. Kylo clears his throat again and asks: “Do you not want to have sex with me anymore?”
Hux raises a brow and gets back to work on his buttons, loosening them until his shirt falls off his arms and crumples to the floor. He stalks Ren, slow and careful until he’s mad his way to the side of the bed, looking down at his new leader. “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
When they fuck, it isn’t slow, isn’t gentle, isn’t at all aesthetically pleasing like it is in those holo drama movies Phasma likes to watch with a glass of wine on an evening. Hux is fucking Kylo and he wants - no, he needs - to make sure nothing and no one can ever live up to Kylo’s first time. In years to come, when Ren is being ploughed by some other lover, Hux wants his name on the younger man’s lips and the memory of Hux’s thick cock stretching his ass. He wants Ren to remember the pain, the pleasure and the way he bowed to his General - how he was such a good boy.
He wants Kylo to remember - and so he gives him everything he has.
They don’t talk about it in the morning, mostly because Hux isn’t there to talk about it with. When Ren is asleep, passed out with an arse full of cum, he sneaks off to his quarters and lays there for the rest of the night, eyes glued to the ceiling and something strange churning in his belly.
Ren isn’t as stubborn on the bridge anymore and Hux thinks that maybe, if it keeps his Supreme Leader this sweet, he should pay a visit to Ren more often.