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Hux never would have thought he’d find himself in such a position. Not physically, of course. He’d found himself in a lot of strange positions ever since he’d started having sex with Kylo Ren on a semi-regular basis. And he certainly wasn’t lacking occasions to enjoy those either. And he also never lacked options when Kylo Ren wasn’t available for some reason.
No, all in all he definitely had no reason to complain about his sex life. He got off a couple of times a week, solo or with someone else’s body to aid him, and that was enough to give him the balance he needed for the demanding job as the commanding officer of a large vessel such as the Finalizer. No questions, no commitments, no regrets. That’s the way he liked it and this was more than enough.
Only, it wasn’t. Recently. Hux had come to realize that finding himself pounded into the mattress several times per week with his knees next to his ears wasn’t enough to truly satisfy him anymore. Even with a lover as insatiable as Kylo Ren.
He got hard just thinking about the way Ren managed to consume him completely each time he came to see him in his quarters. No words were required. Just the hushed rustle of fabrics as they were pushed aside and, yes, the occasional jingle of chains attached to various appendages. And moans, of course. Lots of them. And screams, too. Of pleasure and sometimes of pain. The good kind.
Belatedly, Hux realized that he was already stroking himself. Figures. Now he needed to finish himself off before being presentable for appearing on the bridge. He knew from experience that a boner received by thinking about Ren wasn’t going to go away that easily. He sometimes secretly suspected that Ren had manipulated him somehow, making him always hard in his presence and now, by expansion, when thinking about him. But maybe it was just Hux’s way of trying to shift the blame.
Cursing himself and the dark Knight of Ren, Hux started masturbating in earnest, thinking about the way Ren’s lips stretched around his cock, the way his insufferably messy hair swayed around his head as it bobbed up and down his length, the genuine pleasure Ren experienced from going down on him. With a muffled groan, Hux came into his handkerchief which he had placed over the head of his cock out of habit. There was nothing he hated more than making a mess out of himself.
Still panting softly from this moderately satisfying climax, Hux cleaned himself up in the washroom, soon reverting back to the state of General Hux, fearless commander of the Finalizer and hopeless fool. And a fool he was, because despite all his attempts of convincing himself of the opposite, Hux had to accept the fact that he didn’t want just sex from Ren anymore. He wanted his smiles, his attention, his thoughts and maybe even… No, not that. But that was quite enough already.
He never thought he’d see the day where he’d be craving for someone else in a way that couldn’t be fulfilled easily. So yes, this was quite a strange position in indeed. But Hux was nothing if not resourceful when it came to drawing up plans and devising strategies. So he did what he did best and started a list.