25 and Kylux? Thank you ❤
The solid tap of Hux’s boots was a distraction, fraying at Kylo’s already taut nerves. It had been seventy-eight hours so far and, as promised, his senses were starting to heighten. The unending gnaw in the pit of his stomach was just the price he had to pay.
“You’re damaging yourself, you know?” Hux sat behind him, watching, Kylo could feel him in the Force, a tight ball of rage and ambition around a core of something that felt surprisingly like concern.
“I will eat when the ritual is complete.” Kylo said. Snoke had assured him that it would work, that his power would increase tenfold. It was worth the hunger pangs.
“And if you’re needed before then? You’ll take two steps and then collapse.” Hux sneered, “I wouldn’t let any of my troops go through such foolishness.”
“Well, don’t then.” Kylo opened his eyes again, staring out at the vast vista of stars before him. “Do you have a reason to be here, General?”
“Not at all, I just wanted a nice view while I ate my lunch. Don’t let me disturb you.”
The rich, spicy, scent of Corellian sausage filled Kylo’s nostrils, causing his mouth to water and his stomach to growl. He pursed his lips together, shaking his head slightly. Hux was just trying to rile him up.
“Care for some, Ren?” His voice floated through the air once more. “I know you have a liking for Corellian food.”
Kylo gritted his teeth and slipped his eyes closed, “Do not. Tempt. Me.”
“I thought you enjoyed me tempting you.” Hux was closer now, his voice light and teasing. Kylo could feel the warmth of his body as he knelt in front of him. “Seriously though Ren, I’m concerned. This isn’t good for you.” Kylo could feel his control slipping, brushed away by the smallest of touches: Hux’s bare hand on his cheek.
His lips tasted like spices.
