Armitage Hux

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[aggravatedhux]

|| I’m very sorry for my absence. I forgot the password to my account, and only now got around to recovering it. But I’m back now.

[aggravatedhux]

Darth Vader: be careful not to choke on THIS DICK, director

Krennic: *wheezes*

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"Calm down, I'm not going to claim you."- Alpha! Kylo

The Omega scowled at the other, his eyes narrowed yet still showing the slightest hint of fear. And who could blame him? An Omega, just days away from starting his heat. And if Alphas were already beginning to take that sort of notice in him- wait, what? He wasn’t going to claim him…? Armitage allowed himself to relax just slightly, not too keen on letting his guard down fully. Although he had been acquainted with Ren for quite some time (seeing as how they worked together and all), he at least took some comfort in knowing that the Alpha may keep his word on that. But then again - Ren was always known to be unpredictable.

“If what you say is true, stop that. Stop looking at me like that. I may be an Omega, but that does not mean that I’m just some tasty morsel for you to fantasize about having. All you Alphas are the same. Disgusting. Just wanting a quick fuck, some easy Omega that will give in to the urges of wishing to be claimed. Well allow me to tell you something, Ren, I’m not that sort of Omega.” the General growled out from behind clenched teeth. Of course he was going to be defensive - maybe a bit more so than he should have been. It was borderline rude, the things he was accusing Ren of.

Realizing this, his shoulders sagged slightly and he let out a sigh, giving the other an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh with you. It’s just…I can never be too sure…around this time.” he explained.

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The moment that he felt a gentle hand run through his hair, the General wondered how Ren could have figured out that he became instantly soothed when having his hair pet? Or - oh, nevermind. There was really no way for the other to have known that. He must have simply run a hand through his hair in that manner as a calming gesture. And it definitely did its job. The Omega let out a soft sigh of relief, as if a massive weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. And, in a way, it had. For he now had reassurance that he wasn't going to be hurt, that Ren was going to make sure that this was a pleasant experience for him. And he really did appreciate that. But...was this really what he was meant for - what he was made for, as the Alpha had said. Was that his only purpose in life, to be the others breeding bitch? Surely there was more to his destiny than just breeding with Ren and having his pups. After all, he was already a very accomplished and distinguished General of the First Order - Snoke's prized General.

Armitage allowed a soft moan to escape his lips as the other kissed him and then once again nipped hungrily at his neck. Just this simple sort of stimulation was enough to make the omega a bit aggitated by just how long this was taking. "Enough teasing, then. If you're going to do it, I'm ready. I've given you permission, so why must you make me wait?" he complained, now fully spreading his legs for the Alpha - his Alpha. "What, do you want for me to beg? Is that what you'd like? Because I'll gladly do something as degrading as that if it means you'll finally get around to breeding me." There was a hint of sarcastic playfulness in his voice as he said this.

[aggravatedhux]

"Calm down, I'm not going to claim you."- Alpha! Kylo

The Omega scowled at the other, his eyes narrowed yet still showing the slightest hint of fear. And who could blame him? An Omega, just days away from starting his heat. And if Alphas were already beginning to take that sort of notice in him- wait, what? He wasn’t going to claim him…? Armitage allowed himself to relax just slightly, not too keen on letting his guard down fully. Although he had been acquainted with Ren for quite some time (seeing as how they worked together and all), he at least took some comfort in knowing that the Alpha may keep his word on that. But then again - Ren was always known to be unpredictable.

“If what you say is true, stop that. Stop looking at me like that. I may be an Omega, but that does not mean that I’m just some tasty morsel for you to fantasize about having. All you Alphas are the same. Disgusting. Just wanting a quick fuck, some easy Omega that will give in to the urges of wishing to be claimed. Well allow me to tell you something, Ren, I’m not that sort of Omega.” the General growled out from behind clenched teeth. Of course he was going to be defensive - maybe a bit more so than he should have been. It was borderline rude, the things he was accusing Ren of.

Realizing this, his shoulders sagged slightly and he let out a sigh, giving the other an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh with you. It’s just…I can never be too sure…around this time.” he explained.

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He watched as the Knight stripped himself of nearly all his clothes. Even without the robes on, Ren still looked equally as powerful. He whined upon feeling the others arousal although still covered, press against him. He had made up his mind by now. This is what he wanted. For the Alpha to breed him, claim him…and hopefully not leave him. Armitage had heard stories of Alphas that left their Omega after breeding with them. They just wanted a quick fuck - a way to ensure that their bloodline lived on. Hopefully those weren’t Ren’s motives.

“Ren…you don’t need to prove yourself to me. You’ve already done that.” the General stated. “And if you wish…I will allow you to have me. Fill me with your pups and show me the power of a true Alpha.” he breathed out. Pushing the other off of him for a moment, Armitage undid and slipped off his pants, followed by removing his undergarments as well which were slightly slick due to an Omegas natural pre-lubrication. He spread his legs slightly for Ren, gazing lustfully up at him once again.

It was a.bit ironic, wasn’t it. Only one day prior to this, he had made it clear how he was perfectly content with not being claimed. How he wasn’t one of those ‘easy Omegas’ that would give into the urges of heat. But here he was - practically begging to be claimed and filled with the Alpha’s seed, to make him plump with pups so that everyone knew that Armitage belonged to the Knight. That’s what he wanted, and he was certain that’s exactly what he was going to get. He’d think about the possible consequences later. All that mattered now was this moment - he and the wonderful Alpha Ren.

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Ren moaned at seeing Hux splayed out and naked in front of him, his own body itching to touch the Omega’s pale skin. Hux’s small Omega cock was all ready half hard, and Kylo wanted to run his tongue over it. Without wasting time, now that he had explicit permission, Kylo removed the rest of his own clothes hastly. Kneeling on the bed and looking down at Hux, Kylo couldn’t help the possesive growl that escaped his throat. His own cock was painfully hard, the impressive size alone hopefully enough to make Hux whine. “You’re *mine*.” Kylo growled, plunging forward and nipping immediately at the Omega’s neck where the scent was the strongest. “Your going to be so full of my pups,” He moaned, licking and teasing the skin of Hux’s neck. He was scent drunk, almost high off of the heat smell surrounding them. His rut was in full swing, and nothing could stop him from claiming Hux now. “Youre perfect. Made just for me, Hux. My Omega General. My prize.” He purred, pressing their cocks against one another. Kylo rolled his hips, his hands pinning the Omegas arms down on instinct. “Your beautiful.” He said, nipping along the others jaw before looking into his eyes, his gorgeous seafoam colored eyes. Eyes his pups might have, maybe even Hux’s fierce hair color as well. He waited, staring at Hux like a predator who caught his prey, cataloguing this moment. He wanted to remember his first time with an Omega, and hopefully the only omega he would ever be with. There was no one else like the General, and Kylo wanted all of him.

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Oh, so that's what an alpha's cock looked like. Or perhaps it was just Ren, since things do differ from person to person. But there was one thing that he was certain of - the others size was more than impressive. Much larger than his own, that was for sure. The simple thought of how something of that size would be inside of him in a few moments was almost a bit frightening to him. It wouldn't hurt...would it? Surely Ren wouldn't want for him to hurt. Alphas were supposed to love and protect the one they bond to, not hurt them. The General really shouldn't be thinking of such things - of course Ren wouldn't hurt him.

But another question arose in the back of his mind. Was this really going to bond them? That seemed to be what the Knight had wanted for so long (according to him), but at the same time...Ren seemed to be a bit more lust-driven than love-driven. Armitage just hoped that the other wouldn't decide to leave afterwards, that he hadn't just used him as an easy way to ensure that his bloodline lived on. Never before had he willingly given himself to an alpha, and he'd be damned if this turned out to be a bad idea.

He whined, eyelids fluttering closed for a moment as Ren nipped gently at his neck. "Yes, I'm yours." he breathed out. "Fill me with your pups. I want them to hear this, Ren. Make me scream for you so that everyone onboard this damn ship can hear it - so that they know I'm yours." His voice was almost desperate now as the other began rocking his hips slowly, their cocks pressed together. He didn't have time for this sort of teasing. He wanted the alpha to have him, and he wanted it now. "Please Ren, please. Just be gentle - try to be gentle. Don't make me regret this..." he whimpered out, the last part of that marginally softer than the rest of his words. Much as Armitage has tried to push the thought from his mind, he couldn't help but worry if this was all just a sham. If he was a fool for allowing himself to believe Ren actually loved him when the other could just be using him.

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In all honesty, it was strange for him to do this. Coming into the others room to sleep, I mean. The General had never felt it necessary to sleep in the same bed with somebody else unless it was after sex and he was particularly exhausted. He found it pointless. Why sleep with somebody if all they would do was take up sprawling room and hog the blankets. That was his experience sleeping with Kylo, and he had only done it once. That was more than enough for him to make the decision to never sleep in the same bed as anybody ever again, despite the fact that his previous after-sex experiences of sleeping with others had been quite nice. Armitage did quite enjoy a bit of cuddling after such things.

But now here he was - sleeping with Dorrian. Not in a weird way, not in a sexual way…just sleeping with him. Or, more accurately, on him. It was almost instinct for him to come in here, although he had never done so before. Maybe he just wanted the other’s warmth and comfort to help him fall asleep faster (not that he actually needed that). He could fall asleep just fine on his own if he were to have just decided to sleep in his own bed - he had been tired enough. And yet…this was so much nicer than sleeping alone.

Armitage let out a soft ‘mmm’ in reply, his fingers curling and gripping onto the fabric of the others sleepshirt. He could barely comprehend the fact that Dorrian had wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding him close and keeping him safe and warm. All he knew was that he felt safe and tired - this was a good place to fall asleep. If he could lay here like this every night, that would be fine by him. The General had these wonderful thoughts in mind as he finally drifted fully off to sleep, his face pressed comfortably against the others chest as his grip on the others shirt loosened.

It didn’t take long for Dorrian to fall back asleep, this time without any worry of nightmares. If anything, a small, lazy smile was still left on his face as he drifted off. He felt special to be the one the General had come to. He was becoming more and more comfortable with what he felt for the other man. He wasn’t forcing himself to deny it as much. It was hard to deny such feelings when every time he saw Armitage, his entire mood brightened. It had his entire stay with the Order better. Made the transition back to it much smoother. The guilt he felt for agreeing to join them once again was buried by those feelings… and he’d keep it that way as long as possible. 

He slept through the night. For once he didn’t wake up ten times. It was pure, interrupted sleep. Enough that he knew he’d be well rested once he awoke. He actually woke up at the right time for once. His exhaustion hadn’t forced him to sleep in late. He stirred slightly, a soft, sleepy grumble pushing past his lips. Eyelids fluttering open, he looked down to the man still held tightly in his arms. Again, a smile was brought to his lips. The sight of him was already making the whole waking up thing ten times easier.

Nuzzling his face into Hux’s hair, he muttered groggily. “Wake up, we need our General.” His tone wasn’t convincing. If anything, even he wanted to go back to sleep already. It wasn’t that he was too tired. He was definitely rested enough to go about his day. But waking up and getting up meant leaving such a comfortable, warm position. He hated the thought of that. “… Or we can just stay here all day and pretend we’re sick….” It was a stupid suggestion. Everyone knew neither of them were sick. But that would be far better than actually working.

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That night his sleep was pure, peaceful, and uninterrupted. No nightmares were there to ruin his slumber - in fact, he didn't dream at all that night. But that was normal for the most part, not having any dreams at night. Undisturbed by thoughts of work for the first time in ages. It was as if nothing could interrupt his slumber, not even if somebody were to come in and shoot him in the leg. Alright, perhaps that was a bit of a dramatization - of course he'd wake up if somebody were to shoot him, regardless of if it were to be his leg or not. But that was beside the point. The point was that Armitage was at peace. Safe, warm, and loved. He was truly content.

Maybe that's why he was so disappointed to be woken up the following morning. The groggy General gave a soft groan of protest as his eyes fluttered open, eyelids still drooping with drowsiness. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, realizing that he was still safe in Dorrian's arms. "Mmh...they don't need me yet. And you still seem tired too. Just give more minutes..." he muttered. Perhaps a bit of Dorrian seemed to rub off on him last night. Usually the General wouldn't think twice about getting up in the morning - he had to be on time for his subordinates. And now he was actually suggesting that they stay in bed and rest for five extra minutes...? It was very much unlike him, that was for certain.

"But we can't just skip today entirely." Armitage was now a bit more awake, propping himself up a bit on the others chest and leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. "The others might get suspicious. Just think about it - nobody onboard the Finalizer is currently sick. Nobody has been for a while. Wouldn't it be a bit suspicious if both of us were to just get sick on the exact same day for no apparent reason? My subordinates may not be of the same rank I am, but they aren't stupid. They'd be able to figure it out." he chuckled, and yet made no real attempt to actually get out of bed.

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Dorrian could tell just how little sleep the General had been getting. Maybe it wouldn’t have been too obvious to him before he started spending more time with him, but now he could tell the slight difference in his mannerisms, that hint of exhaustion hiding away in his eyes. He had thought to bring it up plenty of times, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. Hux cared too much about his job to put sleep before it. Dorrian admired his devotion… but didnt so much admire how little sleep the guy got.

The rebel always got more than enough sleep. It was rare for him to ever get up on time, honestly. even with the Order’s strict rules, he always stumbled out of his quarters at least five minutes late. It was the nightmares that kept him up until ungodly hours, so when he finally did manage to sleep without them waking him… he could sleep for days. And he would, too, if it weren’t for the minor responsibilities he had now. He didn’t want to oversleep and manage to disappoint Armitage at all.

He had slept through the opening of the door, and only awoke slightly when he felt the other’s body against his own. Eyelids fluttered open halfway, and with a sleepy half smile, his arms wrapped tightly around the other. Face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, he spoke out a soft ‘finally’ before letting his eyes fall closed once again. Nothing was more comforting than having Armitage so close to him. The sound of his heartbeat, the warmth radiating from his body. If every night could be spent like this, maybe the nightmares would finally cease. 

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In all honesty, it was strange for him to do this. Coming into the others room to sleep, I mean. The General had never felt it necessary to sleep in the same bed with somebody else unless it was after sex and he was particularly exhausted. He found it pointless. Why sleep with somebody if all they would do was take up sprawling room and hog the blankets. That was his experience sleeping with Kylo, and he had only done it once. That was more than enough for him to make the decision to never sleep in the same bed as anybody ever again, despite the fact that his previous after-sex experiences of sleeping with others had been quite nice. Armitage did quite enjoy a bit of cuddling after such things.

But now here he was - sleeping with Dorrian. Not in a weird way, not in a sexual way...just sleeping with him. Or, more accurately, on him. It was almost instinct for him to come in here, although he had never done so before. Maybe he just wanted the other's warmth and comfort to help him fall asleep faster (not that he actually needed that). He could fall asleep just fine on his own if he were to have just decided to sleep in his own bed - he had been tired enough. And yet...this was so much nicer than sleeping alone.

Armitage let out a soft 'mmm' in reply, his fingers curling and gripping onto the fabric of the others sleepshirt. He could barely comprehend the fact that Dorrian had wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding him close and keeping him safe and warm. All he knew was that he felt safe and tired - this was a good place to fall asleep. If he could lay here like this every night, that would be fine by him. The General had these wonderful thoughts in mind as he finally drifted fully off to sleep, his face pressed comfortably against the others chest as his grip on the others shirt loosened.

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Nobody could (or would) ever deny the fact that General Armitage Hux was extremely dedicated to his job and the work he did. It was his entire life, after all. It’s what gave him glory and power, things that he had learned didn’t come easily to most. And now, due to all his hard work and the effort he put forth to get where he now was in rank…he sure as hell was determined not to fall short of doing his absolute best. Hell, he was even more dedicated than Mitaka, whom many considered to be the most dedicated and hard-working member of the First Order (although he was just a mere Lieutenant).

But what they didn’t know was how hard and how long the General worked once everybody else had headed off to get some sleep. He didn’t have to do this, didn’t have to work through the night like that - and yet he did. To get ahead on work and be sure that everything was in order for the days to come. Honestly, Armitage did a lot of checking and re-checking, along with reworking plans (and usually changing things up).

So it was no surprise that he was absolutely exhausted. Although today it was a bit different - he hadn’t slept in two days straight. Usually the General would at least get a few hours per night, but not these past two days. He had been up working the entire time, running off nothing but caf to keep him awake. And now that it was late into the night of his third day without sleep, Armitage realized just how tired he really was.

Without a second thought, the General made his way to Dorrian’s quarters, not bothering to knock or announce his presence. The other was likely asleep anyway. This thought was confirmed when he stepped into the room to see the other sleeping peacefully. Grumbling to himself, Armitage took off his boots, pants, and tunic (leaving him in only his socks, undershirt, and boxers) before flopping down quite ungracefully on top of the other. A sigh of relief instantly left him as he curled himself up on Dorrian and began drifting off to sleep almost instantly.

[aggravatedhux]

"Leave.me.Alone." -Kylo

“No.” came the General’s blunt yet simple response. his gray-green eyes narrowed as he glared daggers at the other. “I will not do so until you quit acting like such a child.” Honestly, this seemed to be a normal occurrence. Their little disputes (or I suppose you could even call them fights at times). And, to put it simply, Armitage was done with how the Knight seemed to always start arguments based on the littlest of things. Things that honestly shouldn’t matter that much, but somehow did to Ren.

“You are an adult, Ren. At least make an attempt to act like one.”

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“Hmm? What’s that? The great and powerful Knight Ren is practically begging to be fucked? How filthy…I love it~” the General cooed out. Honestly, it came as a bit of a surprise to him that the other was doing such a thing; begging like this. It was so unlike him. Is this what desire and lust did to Ren? Because if so…perhaps they would have to do this more often. I mean, Armitage wouldn’t be apposed to it. Maybe it would be good for them…to have each other, strange as that may sound. And he did quite like seeing this side of the other. The submissive, begging, needy side of him.

Humming softly to himself, the General momentarily got off of Ren as he realized that the other most likely couldn’t remove him pants while still being straddled. He took this time to strip himself of his own pants, although leaving his undergarments on for the time being. “If that’s what you want, for me to fuck you, I’ll gladly deliver~” 

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Kylo bit his lip as he watched Hux strip, letting out a soft whine as the General teased and kept is underwear on. Wasting no time he pushed the sheets back, pulling off his own clothes as well. He hesitated when he got to his underwear, his thumbs resting on the elastic band. Why was he shy now? This is what he wanted, yet he feared his inexperience making a fool of himself. What if Hux laughed? What if he found Kylo’s lack of sexual experience a burden? Kylo’s face was deep red, nervousness hitting him like a blaster. Slowly, he removed his underwear, his large cock hanging heavy between his legs. His erection was waining a bit from his nervousness, but seeing Hux’s milky skin, his dusting of freckles and slight body was helping to bring his arousal back. He tried to recall everything he had seen in holo porn. Should he use dirty talk? What would he even say? “Yeah- I would…like that. Alot.” Fuck. He was even more beat red now, the lameness of his own words making him want to run and forget everything.

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Armitage paused for a moment. Goodness...that was quite impressive. Ren's cock was definitely larger than his own. Would the other even be pleased by him...? He was quick to shake this thought from his mind. Of course Ren would be pleased by him - it didn't matter that he was most likely used to something much better than the General...there he went again. It shouldn't matter - the only thing that actually should matter was the fact that the great and powerful Knight Ren was practically begging to be fucked. At least that's what his body language conveyed. Other than how oddly nervous he now seemed to be. Surely this wasn't Ren's first time...right?

The General now slipped out of his own boxers, tossing them to the floor before he crawled back on top of the Knight to straddle him. "Hmm...you're quite impressive, Ren. Perhaps I'll need to have you repay the favor for me doing this for you. That would be marvelous." Armitage cooed out, licking his lips as he stared down at the other with a lustful expression. "Don't worry, my dear Ren, I'll make sure you enjoy this~"

He dipped his head down to gently kiss along some of the scars that seemed to litter the other's skin. "So beautiful..." he muttered between kisses, "So perfect." Shit, he was getting to emotional, allowing for himself to show the other actual affection that wasn't just lust-driven.

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If it weren’t for how wasted he was, the General most likely would have curled up in a bit of a ball once the panties had been taken off of him. Being completely exposed wasn’t something that he usually allowed for others to see. But right now, he wasn’t the least bit ashamed or embarrassed by letting Dorrian see every inch of him. The kiss did bring reassurance though - not that he needed any. If the other was still willing to kiss him then surely he liked the way that the General looked. That was his logic on the situation.

Armitage felt his breath catch in his throats for a moment as Dorrian’s fingers slowly roamed over the length of his cock, sending a violent shiver up his spine. A soft whimper of a moan escaped the General’s lips as he bucked his hips upward just the slightest bit. They hadn’t really even started yet, and he was already desperate for friction and love. Ah, the wonders of alcohol - the only thing able to make the fierce and ruthless General turn into such a submissive and needy bitch.

Eyes half-lidded, Armitage tried his best to lock his gaze with Dorrian’s. It was a bit hard considering that his vision would go from clear to fuzzy every few seconds. Was that from the alcohol…? Probably. “I want you to put me in my place. Do as you please to me. I’m yours to have.” he cooed out softly.

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“Oh trust me Dorrian, I always get my way one way or another. I’m a very determined person. How do you think that I got to be where I am today?” Alright, so that wasn’t the best word choice. He had been referring to his high rank as commanding General...but honestly it sounded more like he was talking about how he was sitting almost completely naked on his bed, about to be fucked. Yeah...definitely far from the best choice of words that he could have used there. But he wasn’t thinking about how the things he said came out. All he currently cared about was seeing if the other would actually do as he told him to or not.

Well...he hadn’t exactly been thinking that Dorrian would remove his boxers as well. But that wasn’t a problem or anything. Not in the least. If anything, it gave Armitage a chance to see exactly what he’d have to be dealing with soon. He wasn’t going to lie - Dorrian was quite impressive. Not just in the way that you would think (but yes, the General did quite like the sight of his dick), but now that he was able to see the entirety of his body...he liked what he saw. Letting out a soft hum of appreciation, the General sat back slightly and waited for the other to approach.

He clung to Dorrian’s shoulders as the other pressed a sloppy kiss to his lips. Though when the kiss had ended, Armitage didn’t yet speak. Didn’t yet answer the others question or do much of anything other than stare. Despite the fact that his eyes were mostly clouded over due to intoxication, there seemed to be a bit of underlying emotion in their gray-green color now. Not lust...put perhaps love? Or at least wanting. The General slid his hands slowly down Dorrian’s arms, then moving to his sides, and eventually trailing down to his hip, where he pulled his hands back. It didn’t matter that he had scars littering his body - Armitage still thought that he looked perfect.

And so he finally laid back on the bed, spreading his legs slightly for the other before giving a nod. “Yes...you may touch now. Please, get these panties off of me. They’re starting to become a bit annoying.” he said with soft chuckle.

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The General’s breath hitched as the other began to suck and nip at the delicate skin of his neck. This was too good. He was obviously quite aroused by all of this now (as if he hadn’t been beforehand), And so he was more than just enthusiastic to jump off of Dorrian when he was told to take off his clothes. Yes - this is what he had been waiting for. What he had been wanting now since the moment that his rational thoughts had first left his mind. Which, admittedly hadn’t been that long ago…but still. It was a long time for somebody who was drunk off both alcohol and lust.

After he had stood, stumbling slightly, Armitage began to slowly strip himself of his clothes. The first thing to come off was his greatcoat, followed by his tunic and undervest. Well, that was it for the top half of his body; now it was time for the much more entertaining part. His belt was the first to go. Unlike his greatcoat, tunic, and undervest which he had simply dropped to the ground - he tossed his belt somewhere that would most likely involve him having to rummage to find it later. Then, his boots were ungracefully kicked off in somewhat the same direction of where he had thrown his belt. And then it was time for the pants. Oh boy - he hoped that Dorrian would like what was underneath.

Not that he had been planning for this, but Armitage had decided that today would be a good day to wear his pink lace panties. Yes, I know - how odd for the commanding General of the First Order to have pink lace pantiesb. But he himself quite enjoyed wearing them, and that was all that mattered. Slowly, almost teasingly, he slid down and then kicked off his pants, revealing what was underneath them for the other to see. “Do you like it?” he asked.

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Just hearing that the other did indeed like the panties, he became overjoyed, bouncing the slightest bit in happiness. “I’m glad that you like it. I wore them just for you.” he cooed out. Was that even the truth...? Armitage had no idea - perhaps it was, and perhaps it wasn’t. He couldn’t exactly remember if he had worn these for Dorrian or not. The answer to that was most likely that he hadn’t decided to wear them with the thought of Dorrian in mind. After all, there was no way he’d have been doing this had it not been for the extreme intoxication from all the wine he had to drink. And he hadn’t exactly been planning on drinking that much. But oh well - a little lie to make the other happy or honored would never hurt.

He watched in silence as the other took a step back to remove his jacket, followed by his shirt, and then boots. Wait...was that it? What about the rest of his clothes? Surely he wasn’t expecting the General to be fine with this. He was craving being able to see more of Dorrian just as much as Dorrian most likely wanted to see more of him.

“Aww, that’s not fair.” Armitage frowned, pouting slightly. “How come you get to keep your pants on, but I took mine off? I think the least you could do is let me see what’s underneath-” His sentence was cur off as Dorrian once again stepped close to him, hands slipping down past the hem of his pink lace panties and gently brushing over his cock. This earned a surprised gasp from the General as he took a quick step back. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed the feeling of what the other had just done (he actually loved it), but he was still intent on having things go his way for the most part. At least with the foreplay, that is. Because once it came to the sex, which they were obviously going to end up having tonight, Armitage would allow the other to do whatever he pleased.

Another step back. “Not so fast. Why should I let you touch the merchandise when you haven’t let me even see anything in return yet, hmm?” the General was referring to the fact that the other hadn’t taken off his pants yet. Three more steps back and he felt the backs of his legs bump into the bed, prompting him to take a seat. Plopping himself down on the edge of the bed, Armitage stared up at Dorrian with a lustful look in his eyes. “Why don’t you show me what I’m gonna be dealing with, hmm~?”

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aggravatedhux:

He enjoyed the others touch, didn’t mind as he felt Dorrian’s hands trail back up his thighs. This was nice. He honestly wouldn’t mind if they were to just sit like this forever, so close to each other, being so affectionate. That’s what love felt like, didn’t it. The feeling of wanting to be near to somebody, wanting said person’s entire attention. Not wanting them to leave…the General was giving into it. Whether it was just because of his intoxication or if this was actually what he would have wanted regardless of if he was drunk or not, Armitage wasn’t entirely sure. I suppose he’d have to figure that out once he had sobered up…if he somehow remembered all of this.

As Dorrian’s lips once again pressed against his own, the General allowed for his mind to go blank for a moment, all thoughts being pushed out so that his full attention could be focused on what was currently happening. He couldn’t help but whine slightly as the other sank his teeth into his lip. It wasn’t painful - it was actually extremely enticing to him. He wanted more of it. Wanted for Dorrian to use him, to put him in his place. Armitage wouldn’t deny the fact that he could sometimes be a bit too harsh…and perhaps he had a bit of a ‘kink’ for being shown that he wasn’t really all that high and mighty when it came to more intimate situations.

Armitage suddenly pulled back, grabbing one of the others hands and pulling it up to his lips. He kissed gently at the tips of Dorrian’s fingers, his gaze locked on him. It was all just a bit of a distraction I suppose. Because as he was kissing Dorrian’s fingers in such a tender and gentle manner, his other hand was working at undoing the buckle of his belt before then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Once he was finished, the General dropped Dorrian’s hand. “Come on now, you can do better than that, can’t you? You like kissing me, don’t you. But I want more.” he hissed out.

This moment wouldn’t last, he knew that. He also knew he would only vaguely remember it afterwards, which would either be a good thing or a bad thing. He wasn’t sure which one quite yet. It was the alcohol that was driving them, really. Even if his need for the other’s touch was there even when he was sober, it wasn’t something he ever would have acted on without the influence of the alcohol. If this was the only time he’d get to experience it, well… then he’d be happy enough with even that.

Cheeks flushed the moment he felt the other’s lips on his fingers, a small shudder running through his body. How something simple could bring him so much pleasure was a mystery to him, but he wouldn’t complain. Not in the slightest. His mouth fell open ever so slightly as he watched the other through half-lidded eyes, the pounding of his pulse almost deafening. There was no way he’d clearly remember this, but fuck, he wanted this memory for the rest of his life.

“You’re so demanding,” he spoke softly with a small, breathy laugh. He didn’t waste another second, though. Latching his lips onto the other’s neck, he let his teeth grave over his skin before he began gently sucking and nipping at it. One hand jerked the other closed to him, practically pressing them together, while the other hand rested at the front of the General’s pants, palming at it slowly. “I think before we can do much else, we need to get all this annoying ass clothing out of the way.”

[aggravatedhux]

The General’s breath hitched as the other began to suck and nip at the delicate skin of his neck. This was too good. He was obviously quite aroused by all of this now (as if he hadn’t been beforehand), And so he was more than just enthusiastic to jump off of Dorrian when he was told to take off his clothes. Yes - this is what he had been waiting for. What he had been wanting now since the moment that his rational thoughts had first left his mind. Which, admittedly hadn’t been that long ago...but still. It was a long time for somebody who was drunk off both alcohol and lust.

After he had stood, stumbling slightly, Armitage began to slowly strip himself of his clothes. The first thing to come off was his greatcoat, followed by his tunic and undervest. Well, that was it for the top half of his body; now it was time for the much more entertaining part. His belt was the first to go. Unlike his greatcoat, tunic, and undervest which he had simply dropped to the ground - he tossed his belt somewhere that would most likely involve him having to rummage to find it later. Then, his boots were ungracefully kicked off in somewhat the same direction of where he had thrown his belt. And then it was time for the pants. Oh boy - he hoped that Dorrian would like what was underneath.

Not that he had been planning for this, but Armitage had decided that today would be a good day to wear his pink lace panties. Yes, I know - how odd for the commanding General of the First Order to have pink lace pantiesb. But he himself quite enjoyed wearing them, and that was all that mattered. Slowly, almost teasingly, he slid down and then kicked off his pants, revealing what was underneath them for the other to see. “Do you like it?” he asked.

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aggravatedhux:

It pleased him that Dorrian would want another kiss that quickly. And he had no complaints. In fact, that’s what he had been hoping for in the back of his mind. More kisses from the other would always be appreciated. When he was drunk, at least. When Dorrian pulled back from the second kiss, the General draped his arms around the others shoulders and gave a gentle smirk. He wanted more - really, he did. Because just now he was realizing how much he truly enjoyed this. How much he enjoyed and craved the affection from the other, despite the fact that he had almost no reason to judge him. If he had been sober, this would all be different. There would have been no way that Armitage would ever have let the other kiss him.

The smirk on his lips slowly faded as he listened to what Dorrian had to say. He wanted another kiss, but…not for science? That didn’t sound right even to his drunken mind. “Dorrian, no. That’s something that lovers do - kissing each other for not-science. Just kissing because they love each other. I’m the commanding General of the First Order. I don’t have time for love.” For a second there, it almost seemed as though he had managed to sober up based on the way he was talking. He was making a lot of sense for somebody heavily under the influence of alcohol. “And besides, even if I did have time for love…we aren’t lovers. We don’t love each other…do we?”

There was a pause. Armitage stared at Dorrian as if he were actually considering the question he had just asked. Were they in love? Is this what being in love was like? Perhaps it was - he’d have no idea, because he had never experienced love before. “Wait, wait. How about…we just try it. Not for science, okay? I like your taste…” Wow, way to go Armitage. And to think that it couldn’t get any gayer, of course he had to say something like that.

Dorrian wasn’t sure exactly why he felt almost offended by the other’s words. He was sure what he felt towards the General wasn’t love at all. It was just lust… right? He was too drunk to even know the difference, really. All he knew was that he wanted more, and every second without it left him aching for it. Hands were trailing back up the other’s thighs, resting on the small of his back.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Hux’s lips, his body begging him to go back in for more.”We should… definitely try it,” he spoke quietly, forcing his gaze up to the other’s eyes. There was no denying how attractive Armitage was. Dorrian had always allowed himself to think that, but never to the extent that he was now. He never thought he would have the chance to act on these desires he had felt for so long. If he was sober, he wouldn’t have dared to even get this close to Hux. 

Unable to keep himself back for any loner, he leaned back in, lips passionately pressing against the other male’s. The taste, the feeling of Hux’s lips drove him crazy. It was better than he had ever imagined it to be. Maybe waiting so long for it had made it just that much better. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care, honestly. All he cared about was having Armitage’s body closer to his, letting his hands explore every inch of his body. Much like with the wine, with every taste, Dorrian craved more. Eyelids drooped down halfway, a soft, eager moan pushing past his lips as he gently sank his teeth into the other’s lower lip. What he was doing was far from for science now. Although, he wasn’t sure it ever really was.

[aggravatedhux]

He enjoyed the others touch, didn’t mind as he felt Dorrian’s hands trail back up his thighs. This was nice. He honestly wouldn’t mind if they were to just sit like this forever, so close to each other, being so affectionate. That’s what love felt like, didn’t it. The feeling of wanting to be near to somebody, wanting said person’s entire attention. Not wanting them to leave...the General was giving into it. Whether it was just because of his intoxication or if this was actually what he would have wanted regardless of if he was drunk or not, Armitage wasn’t entirely sure. I suppose he’d have to figure that out once he had sobered up...if he somehow remembered all of this.

As Dorrian’s lips once again pressed against his own, the General allowed for his mind to go blank for a moment, all thoughts being pushed out so that his full attention could be focused on what was currently happening. He couldn’t help but whine slightly as the other sank his teeth into his lip. It wasn’t painful - it was actually extremely enticing to him. He wanted more of it. Wanted for Dorrian to use him, to put him in his place. Armitage wouldn’t deny the fact that he could sometimes be a bit too harsh...and perhaps he had a bit of a ‘kink’ for being shown that he wasn’t really all that high and mighty when it came to more intimate situations.

Armitage suddenly pulled back, grabbing one of the others hands and pulling it up to his lips. He kissed gently at the tips of Dorrian’s fingers, his gaze locked on him. It was all just a bit of a distraction I suppose. Because as he was kissing Dorrian’s fingers in such a tender and gentle manner, his other hand was working at undoing the buckle of his belt before then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Once he was finished, the General dropped Dorrian’s hand. “Come on now, you can do better than that, can’t you? You like kissing me, don’t you. But I want more.” he hissed out.

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aggravatedhux:

It was a bit funny when you really thought about it. General Hux, somebody who was usually so stone-cold and set on what he saw as right, what would benefit the Order, was now putting his own desires over that of the cause which he had given his all to. He shouldn’t have pulled out the wine to begin with. Shouldn’t have had so much of it - he should have had more control over himself. Because now there was no going back. Armitage was drunk off his ass and was ready to make some very stupid decisions. It’s not like he could magically sober up in a few mere seconds.

“What the hell do you mean by that? Don’t tell me what to do. You’re the one who said that after you drank more I’d be able to taste it better.” He felt his breath hitch slightly as the other placed his hands on his hips, taking this moment to gaze drunkenly into his eyes. Usually vibrant and full of life, his green-gray eyes were now glazed over with a drunken happiness that wouldn’t be shaken until he sobered up. And the smooth tone of Dorrian’s voice only further helped him slip into that ‘everything is perfect and wonderful’ sort of mindset. “Besides, it doesn’t seem like you want for me to not be quick about it. You seem pretty eager to have me close to you, traitor~” the General cooed out, not meaning to offend the other when he had called him that.

That’s how terribly drunk he was at the moment - he actually considered that as a bit of ‘dirty talk’. Or-…whatever. It didn’t matter what the hell he had been trying to accomplish when saying that. Because he wanted his kiss. And, as stated before, what drunk Hux wanted…drunk Hux got. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze now locked on the others lips. It was silent, even if it was just for a moment. The General shifted slightly in Dorrian’s lap and licked his lips. “I want to rush, Dorrian.” he breathed out. Without another word, he closed the gap between the two of them by smashing his own lips against the others. It was a sloppy kiss, the drunken desire quite obvious in the way that Armitage nipped at his bottom lip before pulling back. 

He should have taken offense to that word. Traitor. He knew he’d never deserve any other title no matter how much he ever tried to prove himself. But at the moment, he was far too drunk to think of it as a bad name. If anything, it urged him to pull the General’s body even closer to himself, a lengthy breath pushing past his slightly parted lips.

For once he was admitting to himself that this was something he had wanted for quite some time. Even if he was too wasted to remember much of it the next day. The rebel had wanted Hux for longer than he could remember. He had only replaced that desire with hatred when he left. It was easier to tell himself he hated him than it was to admit to himself that he wanted the enemy. He couldn’t help his desires, though. Here he was, after a year and a half with the resistance, finally getting a taste of what he spend so long wanting.

His body instantly moved toward’s Hux’s when their lips met, a soft, breathy wine escaping him once he pulled back. That wasn’t enough. That could never be enough. Leaning back in, he pressed his lips back against the other male’s,teeth graving against his lower lip gently. He pulled away after, though, emerald eyes locking onto him. “Sorry, I wanted to get a better taste…. for science….” his voice was quiet, just barely over a whisper. Hands slowly slid down Armitage’s thighs, his pulse pounding in his neck. “But we should… uh…. do that again. For more science… or not for science… I’m fine with doing things without science being involved, y’know…”

[aggravatedhux]

It pleased him that Dorrian would want another kiss that quickly. And he had no complaints. In fact, that’s what he had been hoping for in the back of his mind. More kisses from the other would always be appreciated. When he was drunk, at least. When Dorrian pulled back from the second kiss, the General draped his arms around the others shoulders and gave a gentle smirk. He wanted more - really, he did. Because just now he was realizing how much he truly enjoyed this. How much he enjoyed and craved the affection from the other, despite the fact that he had almost no reason to judge him. If he had been sober, this would all be different. There would have been no way that Armitage would ever have let the other kiss him.

The smirk on his lips slowly faded as he listened to what Dorrian had to say. He wanted another kiss, but...not for science? That didn’t sound right even to his drunken mind. “Dorrian, no. That’s something that lovers do - kissing each other for not-science. Just kissing because they love each other. I’m the commanding General of the First Order. I don’t have time for love.” For a second there, it almost seemed as though he had managed to sober up based on the way he was talking. He was making a lot of sense for somebody heavily under the influence of alcohol. “And besides, even if I did have time for love...we aren’t lovers. We don’t love each other...do we?”

There was a pause. Armitage stared at Dorrian as if he were actually considering the question he had just asked. Were they in love? Is this what being in love was like? Perhaps it was - he’d have no idea, because he had never experienced love before. “Wait, wait. How about...we just try it. Not for science, okay? I like your taste...” Wow, way to go Armitage. And to think that it couldn’t get any gayer, of course he had to say something like that.