So @dinframtidaledare asked for the following prompt:
A drabble: High tension, angry kylux, having a heated argument, then - first kiss! Maybe a violent kiss that turns soft?
And here it is! This is just a whole lotta bickering and making out lmao. I don’t write detailed descriptions of kissing nearly often enough tbh. Thanks for the prompt! (Prompts are open!)
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“You’re not listening!” Ren shouted, stepping towards Hux aggressively. “If we put the two squadrons where I said, we’ll be able to trap them in the mine. They’ll have nowhere to go.”
“I am listening perfectly well, Ren,” Hux answered, scowling. “Your plan is too risky. If we corner them, they’ll be able to mount a more coordinated defense, not to mention that the battle could damage the mine. We need to prevent them from retreating into it.”
Ren growled, taking another step forward until their chests were nearly touching. They’d been at it for hours at this point. Hux was trying to minimize casualties and damage to the mine, the resources inside being the whole point of why they were doing this. But Ren failed to see that, suggesting a far more reckless plan, as he always did, and insisting that the mine was strong enough to hold. They were at an impasse, it seemed, but Hux was not going to give in, already opening his mouth to continue the argument.
He was interrupted when Ren suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Hux by his lapels and crashing their mouths together. Hux froze, caught off guard by the sudden action, brain barely able to process it. Ren then bit down on Hux’s lip and that spurred him to action, growling into the kiss and nipping right back.
Nothing about the kiss was romantic or tender. There was far too much teeth, too many angry grunts and growls. It felt more like they were fighting with their mouths instead of their words. Hux had no explanation for why Ren had done this nor did he have one for why he’d reciprocated instead of forcing Ren away, but the idea of pulling back now felt too much like defeat to consider.
Eventually, though, lack of air forced them apart. They both pulled back slowly but it was less out of reluctance and more out of the desire not to be the first to give in. At least, that was what Hux was telling himself. The fact that Ren had lovely, soft lips was incidental to the matter at hand.
Ren was watching him, panting lightly, and Hux mirrored his stare. The tense silence went on for far too long before Hux finally snapped.
“What the hell was that?” Hux demanded, deciding indignation was a safe response.
“I wanted you to shut up,” Ren said matter-of-factly. “Obviously it worked.”
Hux scowled at the smug glint in Ren’s eyes. “So, what, you kissed me because you couldn’t stand the fact that you were losing the argument?”
That had the desired effect. Ren’s nostrils flared and he looked as if he was going to take another step forward, but aborted the motion when he realized Hux was in the way. They were already so close that every breath nearly had their chests touching.
“I was not losing!” Ren insisted, immediately incensed again. “You’re just too stubborn to give in when you know your cause is lost. The best course for the attack is to-”
Whatever Ren was going to say was cut off as Hux copied what Ren had done before, grabbing him by his tunic and kissing him hard. He could feel Ren start against him, his body tensing. Hux nipped at Ren’s lip, just like Ren had to him, but more gently, coaxing him to participate.
Once enticed, Ren kissed back with fervour, passionate though a bit sloppy, so much like what Hux should’ve expected from him. Hux tried to guide him to a more controlled rhythm and, to his surprise, Ren followed his lead. This time, bizarrely, it felt less like a fight and more like some sort of dance, a kind of unspoken understanding being established between them.
Ren then deepened the kiss, opening his lips to let his tongue swipe over Hux’s lip. Before he could think about it and quickly come to the conclusion that this was a terrible idea, Hux slid his own tongue forward, prodding at Ren’s lips for entrance to his mouth. Ren opened eagerly, a deep, pleased moan rising from his throat when Hux ran his tongue along Ren’s.
This time, when they pulled apart, the lingering did feel more like reluctance. Ren’s cheeks were pink, his eyes dark, and his lips were red from the kissing. Hux feared he looked much the same and he was almost grateful that there was no mirror in the meeting room to confirm it. He didn’t want to admit how much kissing Ren had affected him, how much he’d liked it, much less see proof of it on his own face.
Once Ren had recovered, he appraised Hux with a quirked brow. “What was that for, General?”
His tone was mocking, but Hux had been pushed beyond anger into something else, something far more dangerous. “Since you seem so eager to prove your methods are superior, I thought I’d try one. I have to admit, this time it actually worked.”
Ren was leaning closer, seemingly subconsciously, his eyes hooded and trained on Hux’s mouth. “Did you just say I was right about something?”
Hux rolled his eyes, realizing too late that he was leaning in too, the two of them drawn as if by magnetism. “Oh, just shut up already.”
Their lips met for a third time, soft and questioning, and Hux shuddered to think what this one meant. Rather than consider it, he reached up to tangle his fingers in Ren’s hair, taking hold of his head to deepen the kiss. Ren let out a noise that might have been a whimper and melted into it, his arms wrapping around Hux, bringing them closer still. Hux continued this new trend of not thinking and let himself drown in it, intoxicated by the contact. They could figure out a plan for the attack after they’d seen whatever the hell this was through.
@duck writers putting donald and scrooge making an honest effort to spend some Quality Time together and being kind of shit at it in your comic will automatically raise your inducks rating by 0.2, double your wages, make you famous and give you a radiant aura that clears the skin of everyone you meet, just an impartial tip
