Iron Moon | Kylux | Kylo Ren x Armitage Hux

In Bed Awake With Shadowed Beings

Hux woke to a pitch black bedroom. That was nothing new. What was new was waking up before his alarm and so turned on that he was tempted to rut against the mattress until coming messily.

He couldn't say what had aroused him other than the usual. That used to be just sex and proving anyone who'd ever doubted him wrong, but now that short list included blood and the utter annihilation of his enemies. When he had ordered the techs to fire Starkiller that first time, his dick had gotten so hard so fast, it had left him deliciously reeling. At the time, he'd wished for someone's throat to bite through as the Hosnian system had been obliterated.

Now he didn't want just anyone's throat. He wanted Kylo Ren's. He wanted to dig his blunt teeth into Ren's scarred skin and leave his own mark. I was here, and this is mine. He needed to feel that big dick of Ren's pumping into his ass and filling him up.

Hux rolled onto his back, letting his blanket fold half under him. He pushed his undershirt up and tucked the waistband of his briefs under his balls. He hastily squeezed a dollop of lube onto his palm and gripped his erection. He smeared the slippery lube around and bit his lip as his whole body gave a lurch from the pleasure of such a simple touch.

He thought of Ren--of his dark hair curling against his temple and the way the small of his back dipped as he presented his magnificent ass. Ren had gripped one buttock and pulled himself open for Hux. Hux had squeezed the other cheek and urged the tilting of Ren's hips.

He could almost see against the back of his eyelids the sublime flush of Ren's skin, the delicate-looking furl of his hole before he had pushed a slick finger inside. He had used his thumb to massage Ren's perineum. There had come a soft keening from Ren's throat at that. Hux had added another finger when he thought the time was right.

The heat and snugness of Ren's ass was nothing short of perfection. It made his cock jump then and now.

He had kept stretching and lubing until Ren was fucking himself on Hux's fingers. He couldn't help himself when he had curled the pads of his fingers down against Ren's prostate. Ren's reaction had been heady. There had been a sharp gasp, and those powerful thighs had clenched and quivered.

"Hux!"

He had swirled his fingers against Ren's prostate as much as he was able to keep wringing those exquisite gasps from Ren. Those gasps became groans became curses became warnings. He had heeded Ren's words and stopped before reaching the precipice of climax. Ren's head had bowed low as he caught his breath.

Ren had let go of himself and handed back the bloodied razor to Hux. He had hesitated for a handful of seconds before taking the little blade. He had drunk enough before to ward off his hunger. He'd had a keen awareness of the tightness of the drying blood on his cheek from earlier. Of course he wanted more, but he had to make sure Ren was at acceptable levels when facing Snoke.

"Are you--"

"Yes, I want it," Ren had cut him off.

Hux had nodded more to himself than Ren and slipped the rounded, ring part of the blade between his lips. He coated his cock in slick, cool lubricant and guided Ren back with a dry hand on his hip.

That hot, wet clutch of Ren's ass had had him biting on metal and wishing the main hold of the shuttle was brighter. Or that he had a spotlight between them to highlight the slide of their bodies coming together.

He had pulled Ren back against his chest with an arm around his ribcage. Ren had laid his head against Hux's shoulder, and the whole expanse from shoulder joint to angular jaw was presented to him like sanguine feast. The scars from the latest fight had been new-pink and on display.