Headcanon: Hux totally has a thing for hoisting Kylo up against walls when they make out, or, for that matter, do other things. He’s stronger than he looks, and he is a possessive bastard - and there’s just something about having Kylo wrapped around him like a vice that is completely irresistible.
ren’s blessedly long legs are wrapped around hux’s waist and his head is thrown back, resting against hard durasteel as he bares his throat for hux’s pleasure. he’d been waiting for hux as soon as he exited the conference room, had hardly been able to contain himself until the last of the lesser officers had rounded the corner, throwing himself at hux with such fervor that hux had been forced to abandon the armful of papers he’d been carrying. weeks worth of planning had fluttered to the floor around them as hux had staggered back under the added weight, hitching his hands up under ren’s thighs and hauling him into his arms. ren is lighter than he looks under all those robes, and hux thinks maybe the force had something to do with the way he’d been able to spin them so that ren was suspended between his chest and the wall, the medals on the front of hux’s dress uniform catching in the fabric of ren’s scarves.
only his mask is removed, the cowl rucked down around the soft slope of his jaw, and hux paws at it until he has exposed ren’s collarbone, cut sharp under his skin and marked with his favorite of ren’s moles, the one his mouth fits over like it was never meant to be anywhere else. ren has been away on a mission for the past two of their standard weeks, and hux has been like a man in a desert, parched, thirst nagging at him every waking moment. rendering him weak, indulgent, distracted. by the end, he had barely been able to scroll through his datapad without being plagued with thoughts of the things it does to him to take ren apart. a hand down his slacks hadn’t helped, hadn’t been anything compared to ren’s weight pulling at the muscles in his lower back.
it’s nice, he supposes, to know that ren has felt the same, whining high-pitched and needy in his throat as he wriggles in hux’s hold, the friction between them, even fully clothed, enough to make hux groan. “ren, get ahold of yourself,” he orders, but the words are flimsy when bitten out between open-mouthed kisses sucked into the knight’s collarbone.
they could both spill here and now, he knows - they’re that hungry and pent up and more than that far gone - and he wouldn’t even mind. they’ve been at this long enough that neither one of them has to worry about holding out for the other anymore. if one of them comes too soon, it’s nothing to be embarrassed of - too much has passed between them for that - and anyway, they both know they’ll be able to coax each other to orgasm again soon enough. and hux loves that too - that all the pretense is gone, replaced with something easier - and he digs his fingers into into swell of ren’s ass, lifting him higher against the wall with a dull thud.
someone might hear, but that wouldn’t be the worst thing. he and ren are the hardly the best kept secret on base, and there is a part of hux that wishes everyone could see this, could see the way he takes ren’s weight and holds it, the ways in which he ravages him there in hallway, like it isn’t something to be ashamed of. wishes he could require ren to leave the robes aside and wear something that shows off the bruise that is already blooming like a vibrant flower overtop that mole he loves so much. but that would be unbecoming of a superior officer, and it is perhaps more important to him that his men respect ren, even, than that they respect him, and so hux keeps his wits about him, puts an end to things with a nip to the lobe of ren’s ear and a promise of more to come behind closed doors.
hux has waited this long; another few minutes won’t kill him, despite what his cock might think. (and when, after ren has finished straightening his robes, he snatches hux’s first order regulation hat off his head and settles it atop his own curls, still mussed from hux’s treatment, hux thinks the wait might even be worth it.)
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