on a trip to Arkanis, Dameron and Hux head out to sea to watch the waves and monsters below. They come across one of the rarest beings on the planet, possibly the rarest; a sea serpent by the name of Aigèan-Fí, one out of legend and myths on Arkanis! Armitage is especially thrilled to see the fins break through the water. Poe is glad to watch Armitage get so thrilled.
(Aigèan-Fí is one of the many creatures I’ve made for Arkanis! I’ve made lore surrounding the planet as well, seeing as we don’t have much and I wanted to give Hux’s planet some much needed life.)
Hello friends, I know I've been quiet over here but rest assured I've just gone a little bit into hermit mode with the Holidays and Life Stuff.
I have a bunch of WIPs in progress and hope to have one smutty Gingerpilot piece posted over the next week or two - until then enjoy this toothachingly sweet sketch of our two favorites 🧡🚀🧡🚀🧡🚀🧡
More omega!hux alpha!poe unapologetic kink/PWP no one asked for :D I’ve been meaning to post this for well over a week now but i keep getting sidetracked with other fun stuff aaaaagh
Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.
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“General, we kind of have a problem.”
Poe sighed at the hangar-tech that stuck their head into the room. It was a beta who’d been with them since the last stand; one of many new people whose names he didn’t quite know yet.
Poe leaned back a little in his chair. His joints popped as he did, realizing how long he’d been at work already. “What kind of problem?”
As if the alpha didn’t have enough on his plate right now.
Winning the war seemed almost simple compared to the endless amount of paperwork needing his personal attention. Requests for assistance, or resource allocation approvals, or action reports. Finn wouldn’t even be back from the diplomacy mission with Rey for another two days, and Poe was the acting General for both of them in the meantime.
“It’s— We’re not sure who it is since they won’t answer, but there’s an omega in heat locked in one of the supply closets.”
“As in ‘locked themselves in’, right?” Poe sighed. “Did you call medical, already?”
“No.”
Poe gave an openly annoyed look. He didn’t have time for this. “Why?”
“...not everyone on the duty-roster is accounted for at the moment.”
Restless nights took their toll on Poe’s patience, and he failed to see how that was anything significant or even related, the point clearly lost on him. He gestured openly to the mess on his desk. “Look, I have a lot of work to do; just tell me what’s going on. Did something happen?”
“...Only two of the unaccounted-for techs are omegas, and one of them is Hux.”
Fuck.
“Hux? As in-”
“The Starkiller.”
Poe pressed his lips together in annoyance, finishing his thought. “Our spy. Yeah, him.” He got up from his seat, not happy but not surprised either with the regard of the omega ex-general. “How long’s he been in there?”
“At least an hour since I’ve been here talking to you.”
An hour of a heat spent in a supply closet in the middle of a busy base. Hux was probably on-edge and miserable. Poe might not be his mate, but he was his…
Something…
All the flirtation of the past weeks was definitely something by his reckoning, even if they’d not shared more than hasty, passionate kisses and touches in stolen moments on the base. It was serious, at least in his opinion, and he liked spending time with the other man more than anything else. He felt like he could be real with him in ways he just couldn’t with others.
Hux was very much the same.
“An hour? Why didn’t you get me sooner?”
“It took awhile to figure out who it might be and who to get.”
That was hardly an answer; medical would’ve been the first to be alerted at any other time. Poe hoped the delay in seeking him out wasn’t malicious, and a result of indecision instead. Hux wasn’t especially putting effort into being liked, but without the omega general, they wouldn’t have won the war. It was a hard fact in Poe’s mind. It didn’t erase everything else, but it meant something.
He stood from his desk for the first time in a few hours. He needed to find BB-8 to help him out with this.
“I’ll handle it.”
—
Poe stood outside the maintenance closet Hux had locked himself in, and frowned. It was one of the larger ones with spare parts and supplies, powered-down cleaning droids for the hangar, and an absolutely miserable place to have an unexpected heat.
He looked down at his feet where BB-8 beeped inquisitively up at him, and nodded. Hux was definitely in there.
He knocked gently before speaking close to the door. “Hey, uh, Hugs? It’s me— uh, it’s Poe. I’m gonna come in, okay?” He looked down to his droid. “...you got it, right, beebee?”
The little droid beeped confidently before unlocking the door. Poe didn’t yet open it, kneeling down and patting the droid gratefully. “Can you be my eyes out here?” The droid trilled inquisitively. “I’m making it up as I go, buddy, but you’re definitely part of it.”
BB-8 happily moved back and forth, and Poe said a quick thanks before standing back up.
Poe let himself into the closet, and the first thing that hit him was the undiffused scent of the other man, nearly making him weak in the knees for how suddenly it hit him. The alpha gripped the doorframe and breathed for a moment. The auxiliary lights were on, but the main ones were off.
He was about to power them on until he found the lanky omega had wedged himself into a dark corner between a box of extra droid parts and shelving. His scent was heavy, and the space he crammed himself into was furthest from the door. Hux looked a lot smaller like this, leaning into the corner with his knees pulled up to his chest. He was closed into himself so tightly that it looked like his control might break any moment. Poe wanted to comfort him immediately.
“Fuck, Hugs, you okay?” Hux lifted his head to look at Poe, meeting the alpha’s eyes. He looked weary, feverish, and relieved all at once. “I’m gonna shut the door, okay?”
“…Dameron?”
“Yeah. Yeah it’s me.” Poe paused over the door mechanism, and Hux pointedly waited for him to use it.
“Shut it, please,” Hux urged, and he watched as the other man did as told, shutting out the sounds beyond and leaving them to the dim of the auxiliary lighting. Poe met his gaze, and Hux was so miserable that he would’ve reached out if he wasn’t scared his control might shatter with any movements. “...I ...I need help.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was told,” Poe agreed, moving closer in the space and slowly crouching down to get on the omega’s level. He couldn’t help enjoying the scent the other man was giving off, but the pilot remained level-headed under the circumstances, concern outweighing arousal. “I’ve got BB-8 outside to help clear the way and get you out of here. No one will say anything. You’re safe with me, I promise. I’ll get you out.”
Hux shook his head with a miserable laugh, and met Poe’s eyes. His nostrils flared, and he closed his eyes for a moment as he took in Poe’s alpha scent. “Getting out of here isn’t the kind of help I want….”
Poe felt his pulse quicken. “Hugs, you don’t wanna spend your heat in a supply closet. Let me get you out of here back to quarters. I’ll keep you safe,” he said protectively, feeling possessive of the other man. It was Hux’s scent— fueling Poe’s desire to help with his whole being, possibly even with his dick- that was making the alpha’s blood run a little hotter. He wanted to reach out and touch him; physically comfort him.
Hux made a pleased, embarrassed little noise at Poe’s tone, his face flaming, and hidden back into his knees. “...this isn’t– I can’t just… walk out of here, Dameron… Not when I’m- Not when I’m desperate,” Hux admitted with a frustrated whine.
Poe could smell just how desperate Hux was for an alpha, and the knowledge made blood run to his twitching cock. Poe had made more than one omega wet through their pants before from sheer arousal, and Hux’s scent was at least as heavy. The sexual frustration was just as palpable, and even if he hadn’t been in heat for very long, it was clear it was hitting him hard and fast. Desperate didn’t even begin to cover how aroused Hux’s scent was right now, and the fact that he was sitting still containing himself spoke to levels of control Poe never thought possible.
Poe really wanted to help. His cock in particular wanted to help the omega with his problem. They hadn’t done much together yet, stealing little moments from the never-ending supply of things needing to be done. Poe had wanted to romance him, take it as slow as Hux needed, but sometimes they barely even had time for a chat, let alone something more romantic. Hux’s inexperience with romance was obvious but he was enthusiastic whenever Poe kissed him, not wanting to stop if Poe allowed it. Always handsy with the alpha whenever they got a moment together, shy to initiate but passionate when reciprocating.
Eager was the word Poe would’ve used for it. He was certainly feeling it himself right then. He’d do whatever Hux wanted, whatever he decided, even if that was just getting him back to his quarters and getting him suppressants and leaving him be. Poe wanted to help as much as he wanted him. Which, with how good Hux smelled, was a lot.
“Tell me what to do for you, and I’ll do it,” the alpha offered earnestly. Whether that was run interference for him, or fuck him, Poe wanted to be a part of the solution. He hoped he could be part of the solution. They’d been dancing around each other in overt flirtation long enough to be considered officially courting. Poe might not have been his mate, but he cared for him like one. Liked to think about it sometimes just before he fell asleep. “Anything you need done, whatever you want, Hugs.”
“…Anything?” Hux asked as he looked at Poe with a hopeful expression.
Poe nodded. “Anything.”
“Fuck me, please?” His voice was so polite it dumbfounded Poe a moment, and Hux burned too hot with arousal already to feel the heat of shame for blatantly asking. His gaze stayed on Poe as he begged the other man. “It-It’s entirely unbearable, please- I can’t— There is literally no one else I could possibly ask, and I want-- I need-”
“I’ve got you—” Poe reached out, and Hux grabbed his arm like a lifeline.
The alpha didn’t haul him out of that corner so much as Hux pounced into his arms at the contact. Poe growled in pleasure in his throat as he finally held the other man flush in his lap for the first time. It was a closeness of particular intimacy, and Poe couldn’t help but thrill in how badly he wanted it. He’d take the best care he could of the other man in his heat. He’d prove himself a capable choice of mate if ever there was a chance.
Hux himself just needed more. He scrambled to hold Poe back, clinging, closing the space between them without reservation. His scent blossomed in the air, and he pressed his whole body against Poe’s own. “I need you, please. Poe. Please. I’m in the middle of hostile territory and no one else is safe and—”
He broke off to whine into Poe’s neck, the sound turning to a rumble of a growl as he inhaled the alpha’s scent with a sound of near-relief. Hux rubbed his cheek into Poe’s own and was grinding down against the other man. Poe’s soft little gasps of pleasure urged him on. His hands moved restlessly about Poe’s back and dove right into his hair without reservation. Hux wasn’t normally so brash in his touching, conservative in his exploration of the alpha and following Poe’s lead. But now he was brave, arousal fueling his movements.
Hux was clearly trying to get his scent on Poe; mark Poe for himself. His zeal in the matter was seriously doing it for the alpha. It flattered Poe more than he deserved, he knew, as Hux was in heat, but the desperate way Hux seemed to meld himself with the alpha made Poe painfully hard in his trousers. He loved being touched by Hux. He loved being the object of his attention and affection. Being this physically close to him was a fantasy that Poe had jerked off to more than once. He kissed Hux’s cheek and then the shell of his ear, stroking Hux’s back to reassure his somewhat frenetic movements as he did.
…He wished they were in the privacy of his quarters instead of the hangar’s maintenance closet.
“You’re not in the middle of hostile territory,” Poe spoke, mouth dry and wetting his lips. “You’re one of us,” he said possessively against his ear, deciding to take the lobe between his teeth. It earned him a moan, and Hux writhed in his lap as he clung. Poe sighed at the contact breathily. “You’re the reason we won the war. Without you— Despite what anyone else says, it’s because of you, Hugs, and everyone knows that makes you one of us.”
But only mine, he secretly added in his mind as he scented the other man. All mine.
Hux ground down against his tented trousers with a whine, making Poe groan. “You talk way too much, Dameron,” Hux complained, but he was so impatient and frustrated that his voice was more of an inconvenienced whimper as he huffed and breathed in Poe’s scent.
Poe kissed him, and the soft, sweet sound that left Hux’s mouth would be forever embedded in the alpha’s mind afterwards. Right alongside the openly-trusting way Hux looked at him when they broke. Normally so guarded, his expression was like an open book. The omega knew he was safe with him, implicitly trusted him, and if Poe wasn’t already mostly in love with him, that expression in Hux’s eyes did it for him.
“I’ve got you, Hugsy.”
Hux groaned, but it was one of annoyance. “Please not that. I much prefer ‘Hugs’, if you must…”
“I must.” Poe got his hand down the front of the other man’s pants, shuddering as his own cock flexed when he delved deep enough to encounter slick. He’d wanted to do this with Hux for so long— hoped one day their relationship would naturally move in that direction- that actually being allowed to touch him and stroke him and love him was like living the dream.
Hux moaned at his touch and gasped and panted, and Poe’s hips lifted up towards the omega instinctively, wanting the other man. He was so slick and hot and aroused out of his goddamn mind and he just wanted to be satisfied. If Poe could take the edge off first, then he’d whisk the other man away to the safety and privacy of his quarters after.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve been here like this by yourself the whole time?” Poe stroked Hux’s omega-cock within his underwear, using the man’s own slick to gain delicious friction. “You want some relief?” Hux moaned and sucked on his neck as Poe stroked him. “I’m gonna make this so good for you, make you—” Hux cried out unexpectedly, and he was already coming in Poe’s hand, shaking and gasping in sounds that almost made the alpha come untouched.
“...Dameron… oh...” Hux sighed out softly, breathing hard against the alpha’s neck. “Oh yes…” Poe was still stroking him through the echoes of pleasure, and pressed open-mouthed kisses to Hux’s neck and throat. Hux thought it was the nicest post-orgasmic feeling yet. “…Poe,” Hux sighed again, and Poe didn’t stop touching him in reassurance.
“That was good, that was perfect,” Poe purred approvingly, kissing his jaw and dragging the tip of his nose against Hux’s skin. “That was so good, Hugs. I’m glad that felt good.” He grabbed a shop towel from the shelf above them on the wall and wiped off his hand, then hugged the omega and ground a little lazily up into him. He pressed a kiss to Hux’s cheek as the man clung, still panting heavily and sighing. He’d get him out of here in just a minute, after Hux had a little chance to come down.
“Poe…”
Before Poe could say ‘what’— smiling in pleasure every time Hux used his first name- Hux was kissing him again hungrily, seemingly energized by the orgasm instead of wrung out. His tongue in Poe’s mouth made the alpha moan, kissing back just as deeply.
Hux squeezed Poe with his arms and ground down on the alpha’s hardon with a whine of frustration. Rather than relief, now he felt even more aroused. That orgasm hadn’t taken the edge off so much as it honed it, and he wanted the other man desperately. This was already the best and worst heat ever.
The moan Poe made at Hux’s enthusiastic grinding awed Hux, and the omega felt powerful and brilliant for making a man like Poe make a sound like that.
He needed more.
“I still… it’s not enough, Dameron… I-I need— Would you please fuck me? Poe? Please?”
The wrecked sound of Hux’s voice on his name made Poe’s cock leak and jump. He was all aboard fucking the man into next week, but he just wished it wasn’t here. He was breathing heavily himself at this point, wanting to grant every single thing the omega wished of him. “Hugs, baby, let me get you to your quarters— Wait, no mine’s closer- but--”
“No—” Hux’s hands went to the front of Poe’s trousers with authority, undoing his belt while the alpha groaned and thrust his hips into Hux’s hands in encouragement. Apparently Poe liked a little jostling and manhandling. That knowledge in Hux’s head made him pause to kiss Poe’s lips again before his hands made back for his zip. “I literally cannot wait ’til then. You smell so— Oooh I love your scent Dameron… how in the— kriff.”
Poe moaned at Hux’s busy hands, cock twitching at the thought of Hux enjoying his natural musk. He wished he couldn’t also pick up the scent of droid grease and engine supplies mingled with Hux’s scent, but that was the nature of the space they were in. “I didn’t want our first time to be in a supply closet, Hugs...” Poe’s hands squeezed at the omega’s hips with neediness, pulling Hux down into his lap contrarily. He nipped at his neck below his jaw as his hips jumped against Hux’s hands. “I wanna give you better than that.” They were in a maintenance closet that supplied the main hangar, and though it was plenty serviceable, he thought Hux deserved so much more. “Let me get you to my room, baby.” He could get them in there and fucking in less than five minutes if he ran and Beebee cleared the way.
He stated as much.
“No!” Hux argued. “Don’t make me actually beg for your cock, you General pain in the arse,” he stated, mocking Poe’s rank and making the alpha laugh in delight at his refusal. “Fuck me now,” Hux commanded, kissing Poe’s lips and nipping the bottom one in the way Poe was always doing to him.
It made Poe’s cock jolt and his body shudder in arousal. The noise that left his own mouth was desperate and obscene. “Fuck… that’s hot when you take charge. You're hot when you take charge.”
“I’m feverish. Fuck me, Dameron.”
It was as much of an order as any given when the man was still a First Order general, and the expectation that Poe would follow through and obey was doing it for the alpha more than he wanted to admit. Poe returned the kiss, moaning as he felt Hux’s insistent tongue in his mouth. He loved this. He loved being able to do this with Hux. He was so flattered that the omega saw him as being worthy of taking care of his heat. He wanted to make this really good for the other man. “Mmm, yes General, sir, you’ve got it… Whatever you want, at your service…”
Hux moaned, and Poe let himself dive into pleasing the other man, and doing exactly what he wanted. They might not be mates, but they were as good as, in Poe’s book, and he’d take care of the omega no matter where they were. If Hux wanted to fuck in the closet, well hell, they’d fuck in the closet. Once he could get them out of there, though, he was ensconcing them away in his quarters for the rest of the week to dote on the other man.
Poe spent as much time as Hux allowed in worshiping the omega’s body as he stripped it. Which wasn’t a lot, with how impatient Hux was. Even if the touches and kisses were followed by a litany of moans, and Poe didn’t even get his mouth on his cock, yet.
“Dameron– ooo-Oh… do all this later, darling,” Hux pleaded as Poe was on his knees before him, pressing kisses to his hip and stroking his thumb over the delicate skin as he undressed him. Hux’s cheeks were hot not just from his heat, but from the reverence that the alpha treated him with.
Poe looked up, eyes nearly black as they were dilated in lust, and rubbed his hands over Hux’s thighs. “I want it to be good for you, sweetheart—”
“It’s already good, better than good,” Hux promised, hands coming to cup Poe’s face affectionately as the man looked up at him. No one had ever been so soft and sweet with him, let alone prioritized his pleasure. Not unless they wanted something. And as Hux’s thumbs stroked Poe’s cheeks, he knew that the alpha just wanted him. “So good, Poe,” he praised, “Just, I can’t wait—”
“Okay, okay, I’ve got you,” Poe promised right back as Hux came down to straddle his lap completely nude. The omega ex-general couldn’t even wait for Poe to get his own pants more than unzipped, desperate as hell for the other man. “Fuck, I’ve got you, baby...”
Poe kissed Hux back as the man was kissing and nipping at his neck and jaw, and he had to maneuver a little to free his hard-on since the other man refused to get up from his lap. Their movements together made Poe moan, and Hux leaned back just enough for the alpha to pull himself out.
Hux’s eyes widened as trousers were opened and he stared greedily, eyeing the wet-spot on the tent of his underwear before Poe even pulled out his cock. He was long and thick and all the answers to Hux’s many problems, and the omega could feel himself clench on emptiness in desire for the alpha.
Poe grinned under Hux’s inspection, and the omega general licked his lips, pleading as he moved to crouch so he might mount Poe’s cock without further delay. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink in arousal as Hux pressed at the alpha to move him as he wanted. “Oh, please oh please, Poe—”
“It’s okay… yeah… I’ve got you, baby…”
“…I’m so glad you’re here,” Hux told Poe as he was pushing the alpha onto his back on the floor. Poe willingly went, hands stroking and caressing and holding as Hux took the lead. “…I… I wanted to tell you— to ask you, before- if you would do this for me— but then I– oh… Poe…”
Poe pulled him down to kiss him, flattered so much that Hux had always wanted to ask him to get him through his heat. To be trusted, wanted on that level, only made Poe want him more. He was going to take good care of him, and make sure it was the best heat ever.
Hux gladly returned his kiss. The omega threaded his fingers through Poe’s hair, making the alpha sigh while he studied him. He was getting dizzy on Poe’s scent, relief so very very close, and he was weak with want for the other man.
“I would have said yes in a heartbeat,” Poe swore, pressing a kiss to Hux’s chin before the omega sat up again. Poe cupped his cheek in his hand, stroking under the other man’s delicate cheekbone with his thumb. “It’s still a yes now. And for next time. I want you. I want to get you through your heat.”
“Oh stars, yes…” Hux spoke softly, turning his head in Poe’s hand to kiss the alpha’s palm. He closed his eyes when he did it, and when he opened them, he met Poe’s eyes with confidence.
When Hux actually sank down onto Poe’s cock, the alpha thought he’d explode right there. The swears that left Poe’s mouth in pleasure were in more languages than the alpha knew how to speak, and the soft little noises and moans that Hux gave already had him at the edge.
When Hux was coming again, body pulsing around Poe’s shaft as he’d barely started to ride him, the alpha sat up and gathered him snuggly into his lap to thrust into him while he still could from below. His knot was already beginning to thicken, arousal burning through his body for the other man that instinctively saw him as his mate. They were wrapped up in one another, Hux’s release between them on Poe’s belly as Poe came with a body-shaking groan of pleasure. His knot fully swelled and locked them together for a time. They held one another in their arms, breathing hard til they caught their breath.
As soon as they were unstuck, Poe was going to get Hux safely squared away in his quarters so they could do this all again, except they’d both be nude, with nothing between them. He was sweaty and uncomfortable under his clothing right now, but having Hux on him was entirely worth it.
Hux was more shy than upset about being knotted in a supply closet after the fact. He enjoyed the face to face cuddling as he sat in the alpha’s lap with his legs wrapped around Poe’s middle. His cheeks burned at the affectionate little kisses the alpha placed about his jaw and temples and just shy of his lips. His eyes burned when Poe touched his nose to Hux’s own, followed by a soft press of lips to his own. It felt close, intimate in ways Hux craved all his life, and Poe was a natural in giving that affection.
“…Let me take care of everything,” Poe gently coaxed, his words hanging heavy, loaded as he loved on the other man. It felt like he wasn’t just saying for this heat, but long after that. The rest of his life, even. They’d certainly danced around one another long enough. Hux wasn’t difficult to love. He only wished the other man had come to him sooner to help. He wanted Hux to only experience nice things from here on out, and he was confident that he could do that. “Let me take care of you…”
Hux just moaned and nodded, enjoying the hungry feel of Poe’s lips at his neck and throat, and warm, reassuring arms around his bare back holding him close. Whatever it was Poe was offering him, Hux wanted it. His brain was fuzzy with the pleasure of afterbliss, sated and safe for the moment, but through it all Hux knew he wanted Poe. He was safe with Poe.
He loved Poe.
Telling him that, though, just like asking him to take care of his heat, was something Hux hadn’t worked up the courage for yet.
And like his heat, it would work it out for itself.
—
Coming out the other side of Hux’s heat bonded was never Poe’s intention or plan, but he’d done it, and there was no taking it back.
Hux wasn’t even mad. Preening would have been a more accurate remark. The guilt Poe had felt upon discovering what he’d done had dissipated with how pleased Hux was by it; and how Poe knew Hux was truly pleased, thanks to that bond. The marks Hux’s own sharp little omega teeth had left in Poe’s skin spoke for themselves, and Poe wasn’t upset about it, either. The possessive, protective thing inside him was pleased on an altogether different level, and proud to have claimed the other man with such finality.
Hux turned a pleased shade of pink every time he looked at the marks he’d left on the alpha, and the low-necked tunics he himself took to wearing were boastful of the fact. Hux wanted everyone to know he’d been chosen. That he was good enough that someone would want to bond with him. That he was able to choose in turn. It was territorial and loud and proud and so very-much Hux, and Poe loved it.
“You’re mine,” Hux stated softly as they sat outside late one evening a couple weeks after his heat. His palms were on either side of Poe’s face, thumbs fondly brushing over the alpha’s stubble. The smile melting onto Poe’s face at the touch was mirrored in how content he felt.
“That’s right,” Poe agreed, turning his face into one of those hands and kissing the palm. He put his own hand over Hux’s, warm and fond and utterly content. “All yours. Do with me as you will.”
Hux snorted, an amused look on his face, interest thrumming in their bond. “…someone might see what I want to do, Poe…”
Poe raised a brow. “I like how you think…” Hux snorted but grinned, and Poe scented his omega’s wrist before kissing above his pulse. “We can always go back to our room?”
“A little bit longer. It’s been a while since we’ve sat and enjoyed the night,” Hux told him, taking back up where he’d been admiring and stroking Poe’s face in the coolness of the night air. “I’m very pleased with you, Poe Dameron.”
“Full name, huh?”
“Only for matters of seriousness,” Hux said with a look of utter fondness. “…You know, I never thought I’d get to bond. With you, or anyone. I've thought about it often. I’m glad it happened how it did,” Hux told him honestly, taking Poe’s hand and smiling; being able to just take Poe’s hand, even. It was such a pleasure. “It wasn’t something arranged or staged. It was… natural. Real.” He stroked his thumbs down the line of Poe’s jaw fondly. “…There’s also the merit of more romance; to be wanted so much.”
“Oh, I’ll romance you,” Poe promised, pulling Hux close for a kiss. He definitely wanted Hux, no ifs ands or butts about it. One-hundred percent real, Hux had that right. “I would have still liked to have talked to you about it, or at least asked, not just—”
“Hush, it’s all perfect. You make me extremely happy just by being near me, let alone bonding with me.”
Poe just laughed and kissed him again, loving him so much.
He’d been kept busy by Finn once Hux’s heat had ended, trying to make up for dumping all his work on the other alpha during that heat, and this was the first night off he’d had in a while. It did feel kind of perfect in a way. Just being near Hux made Poe extremely happy, too.
“I’d still like to ask you, proper-”
“To bond with you?” Hux interrupted archly, amused with Poe’s propriety. Teasing though he was pleased by the prospect. “When it’s already done?”
Poe shrugged, but he was grinning. “I dunno... We could always get married, too.” A great multitude of micro-expressions played across Hux’s face then, accompanied by a tumult of deep emotion that had Poe pulling him reassuringly-snug against him, still grinning unapologetically. It was definitely the right move. “Marry me, Hugs. Will you marry me?”
Hux didn’t answer with words, but nodded quickly, not needing to think about it for even a moment. He blinked as his lips quivered, trying to hold it together. All the things the omega wanted to say, but couldn’t, Poe could feel the depths of within their bond.
Hux went into the hug Poe wrapped around him as the alpha still laughed happily— kissing Hux’s cheek and his neck where he’d marked him- as Hux snuffled into his shoulder, overcome with emotion.
The overwhelming happiness and contentment running through them was equally felt- perfect— Poe knew it was all perfect- just like Hux stated. He’d work to make sure it was; make the other man as happy as he was. It was a goal he was perfectly happy to make his utmost priority, and as Hux held him tight, he knew it was right.
…Finn would never catch up with work once they had a wedding and a honeymoon and a life to plan together. Poe knew he couldn’t fool himself into making anything but his mate his utmost priority; not with how happy his love made Hux.
Hux placed his palm against Poe’s throat, gently cupping the mark he’d left there with a sniffle as Poe smiled and pressed a kiss to his neck.
…Maybe Finn could promote a new general to pick up the slack.
The themes for Day 3 (August 23rd, 2022) will be “Pre-Canon" and "Post-Canon".
The event will run from August 21, 2022 to August 27, 2022.
Each day will have two themes to choose from. You are welcome to use either one (or both if you choose) for your submission. Please refer to the event guidelines for submissions. As always, you are welcome to message this Tumblr with any questions about the event!
