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There were many ways to describe these trysts between them.
Phasma, when catching the two of them after a particularly tense briefing, had called it depraved.
Naturally, she remembered her place and submitted herself to be reconditioned for such insubordination, but… to the casual observer, she was right.
The way Hux yearned for Kylo to take him, hard and fast, all bared-teeth and a storm in his darkened eyes. Uttering filth in that deep voice of his, words dripping with venom as Kylo ripped him apart and devoured all that he had to offer. Depraved.
It always started with threats, anger, force… it didn’t take much to provoke Snoke’s little pet.
And Hux felt positively electric whenever the Commander pried his mouth open with gloved hands. The taste of leather always made him instinctively bite down hard on Kylo’s ridiculously large fingers. For that, he’d be rewarded with a grunt and the hardest smack across the face he’d ever received. It leaves his ears ringing, vision swimming and wet. But he doesn’t bite again when his mouth is wrenched so far open, it’s like his lips are going to rip at the corners.
Kylo’s cock is quickly thrust to the back of his throat, immobilizing his tongue, locking his mandible in such a way that he couldn’t bite down again if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t, Hux would never dream to do so when this is exactly what he wanted. The heavy, pulsing hot weight of Kylo on his tongue and in his mouth was something of a fixation. His greatest desire when he’s on the bridge, all crisp and sharp, in-command of the Supreme Leader’s entire fleet. And, contrary to what it may sound like, Hux didn’t desire this treatment because he wanted to feel small or powerless, nor did he want to feel submissive or weak.
No, to be so brutally fucked by Kylo was in fact Hux’s greatest show of power.
Snoke’s prized apprentice, the summation of the Skywalker legacy, heir of the galaxy… rendered to a mindless animal, a lustful beast. All that training, all that well-spokenness and education, all that control shattered by a few barbs and narrowed eyes.
Truly, Hux was the one that held all the power here.
Even with Kylo digging his fingers into his shoulders, bruising the delicate pink and freckled skin there, holding him still while the dark Jedi fucked his face, Hux felt almost drunk on the influence he had over the other man.
Tears streamed down his cheeks from the assault, from the wracking coughs and gags that Kylo’s cock prevented from freeing themselves, but Hux was smiling in his mind.
Absolutely depraved.