#x: sin

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Would you still fuck Sidious if he had two dicks and no ass?

// don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to

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☜ : Does your muse like to top?

Naughty Little Meme

The short answer is: sometimes.

He's a switch, he enjoys catching as much as pitching. And, oddly enough, he really likes giving head. He tends to like to top when he's feeling threatened, to exert dominance. But honestly he likes it best when he gets put in his place. He's powerful enough, at least on paper, that he enjoys losing fights from time to time, just to remember what it feels like, and that goes just as much for fucking as for fighting.

That said, he's not usually embarrassed by how much he can enjoy submitting-- and when he is embarrassed, he can just as easily (if not even easier) get off on the humiliation. The way he sees it, if he's going to put himself under someone, they should have to earn it.

He can be a little less dirty when he's topping, depending on the partner. When he's topping to show dominance, he tends to dirty talk more, leave marks, etc., but it doesn't have to be a fight, when he feels like he's won.

In case it's not clear, he hasn't had a lot of great relationships and he has a kind of screwed up perspective on sex. It's either a fight-- or a transaction, usually.

Except he's surprisingly soft with virgins.

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Ilya gives a muffled chuckle, grinning as his hand moves with Hux's on their hard members. It was quickly getting warm in the booth, with them getting heated and breathing hard. It was as though the heat was a sign of them committing such a sinful act in a holy building, materialized. It was a thrill. "Sweetness, you feel amazing," Ilya whispered. "Make a mess of me, Hux. Do it."

The idea of it is almost too filthy for him to consider. They're still mostly clothed, they're in a confessional for fuck's sake. And yes, its hot to think about, but he's also practical enough to know it will make a graceful exit.. difficult. He slows his pace, slipping out of ilya's lap, to slide to the floor, in between his legs. It's a tight fit, and it leaves him in a little bit of an awkward position, but its better then spending on both their shirts.

He looks up at Ilya in the dim cabinet, watching him through pale lashes as he bends to use his mouth instead. At least this way, there's no risk of him getting too loud, no risk of a mess. He reaches for Ilya's hand, starting a gentle, yet efficient, bob of his head.

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"Oh.." Ilya gasps quietly, hissing as Hux swallows him down slowly. They've fooled around with each other before of course, in the back of Ilya's truck. Who would have thought that the pastor's son was good with his mouth. This had the mechanic sighing, resting his head on the back wall, hand brushing Hux's hair back. "Don't leave a mess, sweetness.." he grins.

He’s fascinated, watching the reaction he can have on the mechanic-- his boyfriend, wasn’t he? He may lack experience, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm, taking Ilya deep enough to bring tears to his own eyes, following his lips with the curl of his fingers where he needs room to breathe. He hums around him, fingers clinging to Ilya’s hand to resist the urge to reach down, touch himself. He’s determined not to leave a mess. If someone were to notice, even if they didn’t know it was them-- he would die of embarrassment. 

He leans into the touch at his hair, almost wanting to encourage Ilya to pull. To wind fingers into it and use him. He’s crazy about the mechanic, but he wouldn’t mind him getting a little rough sometimes. 

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He moved his hand away to press kisses on Hux's mouth, muffling their moans into little gasps. "Here, sweetness," Ilya whispered, directing Hux's hands down to undo both their pants. "Let's get these settled with," he grins. With practiced ease, Ilya brought their cocks out of their pants, guiding Hux's hand to stroke them both slowly. The confessional booth is very dim with light, just enough to let Ilya see Hux's flushed skin and cherry red lips. "Beautiful,"

“Nnnngh,” he flushes deeper at the sudden exposure, so afraid of being caught. Humiliated by the idea of being undressed-- here of all places. And-- just absolutely aching with excitement, unable to do anything but tighten his fingers in Ilya’s hair, follow the guide of his hand between them. 

“Quiet,” he breathes between their lips, his breath shuddering slightly under the word. He holds tight to Ilya, obediently moving his fist over them, trying to muffle the small sounds that threaten to slip free from their kisses. This is extremely reckless. There’s so much that could go wrong-- and no plan for if things get messy. But he’s come too far to go back now, he’s not sure he could even if he wanted to. 

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Ilya'w eyes filled quickly with lust, and a grin grows on his face. He wriggles to make himself comfortable on the small chair of the booth, pulling Hux to straddle on him. One hand covering the man's mouth, the mechanic gently grinds upwards to let Hux feel his obvious hardon. "Wouldn't want daddy dearest to find out," he smirks, leaning forwards to kiss Hux on the collarbone, hand bracing the man's back.

His jeans are entirely too tight, and he's glad to have Ilya's hand over his mouth when he's pulled down into his lap, lest the sound he make be audible. The remark about being heard-- or even caught-- makes him blush so hard he feels lightheaded.

He grinds back against Ilya, nervous about how far he wants this to go. They absolutely shouldn't-- but the lips on his throat have him practically liquid in Ilya's lap, his arms dangling over his shoulders as he rolls his hips against him. He almost likes the idea of being caught, knowing how bad it would make his father look-- even as he's aware that it would equally destroy him. One hand slips into Ilya's hair, his breaths trembling against his palm at the feeling of the friction between them.

This is a bad idea, and yet he has no intention of stopping.

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ilya wants the k give him the kiss kiss fall in love

12: Chest Kiss

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He leaned over Ilya, his lips red from kissing, his mouth slack. Catching his breath, looking down at him through pale eyelashes. Slight shudders shaking his shoulders, as he licked his lips. His eyes traced over Ilya’s face, memorizing every line, a slight smile coming to his lips.

And then he lowered his lips-- first to Ilya’s mouth, for a kiss, and then dragging lower, down his throat, to his chest. Again, he looked up at Ilya, watching for his reaction when he pursed his lips to suck a bruise into into the skin. 

He bites his lip, watching Ilya closely, focused intently on his reaction, as his lips slide lower. 

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💦 – eating them out // UWU

Touch Meme

gonna chuck this under a cut for ummmm reasons

The kisses up his thigh are welcome-- the heat of Ilya’s mouth against him promising something that has him almost shaking with want. He outright gasps when he feels Ilya’s mouth on him, his back arching in an instant. “What..” he looks down at him, the feeling so intensely different from where he had been expecting it to be. 

But he can only sustain the feeling of curiosity for so long, before it is overwhelmed by the sensation, and he falls back into the pillows, his legs trembling as he fights to stifle moans behind his hands. Oh, this is humiliating. And-- he barely dares to admit-- perfect. He sighs, one hand leaving his mouth to slip into Ilya’s hair.