all I can think about seeing this gif (and the Hux one under it) is how furious they both are here, and how Kylo looks like an absolute hulking beast as he stomps off, spit flying all that tension between them, about to boil over... https://twitter.com/cloudyfacewith1/status/1044113294364168192

“You presume to command MY army?!” Hux screeches and Kylo is upon him in a flash, shoving him up against the transparisteel, hand closing around Hux’s throat. He can feel the heat of Hux’s body through his clothes, warm where their chests are touching.

Hux’s eyes flash with rage, but he doesn’t struggle - he’s only panting under the tight grip of Kylo’s fingers, mouth pink and wet. Kylo is shaking. From the adrenaline of the fight, the post-kill thrill, and from how much he wants Hux right now.

He leans in and kisses him on the mouth, hard, and Hux makes a soft, helpless little noise that shoots straight to Kylo’s cock. They both gasp when Kylo pulls back: Kylo with blind lust and Hux with fury, his breath hitching as Kylo’s hold tightens on his throat.

“I /will/ command your army,” Kylo hisses, mouth still inches from Hux’s lips. “And you.”

Grabbing Hux by the waist, he turns him around and pins him with his full weight to the viewport, oblivious to the battle raging outside, to the carnage in the throne room.

This is Kylo’s moment. He’s the most powerful being in the Galaxy, and he is free. He can do anything. He can possess everything. Even the thing he has coveted for years and thought could never have. The Darkness sings around him, terrible and alive, throbbing hotly in his veins,

in his groin. Under his tunic, his cock is so stiff it’s bordering on painful. He doesn’t even realize that his mouth is now on Hux’s neck, barely hears Hux’s cry as he sinks his teeth into soft flesh, drunk on Hux’s taste and scent.

Hux is frozen in place, in shock or in rage, Kylo can’t tell. He doesn’t resist, not when Kylo yanks the greatcoat from his shoulder and leans him forward, not when he undoes his jodhpurs and pushes them down, along with his underwear.

Hux’s buttocks are pert and soft. Pale, just like his slim, hairless thighs, with the lightest dusting of freckles across them. Kylo wants to worship every single one with his mouth.

Almost trembling with need, he rips his own pants open with one hand and pulls Hux tight against him with the other. His cock slides along the cleft of Hux’s naked ass, and at that, Hux lets out a terrified whimper.

“I won’t hurt you,” Kylo says into his neck, where Hux’s pulse is hammering away like a small animal’s heartbeat. “I always take good care of what’s mine.” He trails his open mouth over Hux’s sideburn, his jaw, his ear.

Slides a hand down his stomach to close it around his cock. “And you are mine. Don’t you forget it.”

Hux is panting now, breath coming in short, quick gasps. His soft little ass is warm against Kylo’s abdomen, cock twitching in Kylo’s hand.

Kylo has never seen Hux out of uniform, not once. Hasn’t even seen him without his gloves on. And now Hux’s cock is in his hand, hard and hot and leaking sticky precome all over Kylo’s fingers.

With his free hand, Kylo takes hold of Hux’s jaw and forces his mouth open, pushing two fingers into the soft, wet heat. Hux goes limp in his arms, head lolling back, and Kylo’s every nerve ending lights up with white-hot pleasure when Hux starts to suck on his fingers.

He licks at them with an obedience befitting the property of the new Supreme Leader, lapping at them eagerly until they are dripping with saliva, wet enough for Kylo to reach down and slick his cock with it.

Hux whimpers again when Kylo pushes between his thighs, but this time, the sound is unmistakably needy. Kylo is lost - in the tight heat surrounding his cock, the feel of Hux’s soft ass rubbing against the coarse hairs on his groin.

He fucks into the warm crevice of Hux’s thighs with abandon, faster and faster, stroking Hux’s cock with one hand. He slides the other up his chest, past that tight uniform collar to wrap it around Hux’s slender throat again.

Kylo squeezes, ever so slightly, as he jerks Hux’s cock harder, with quick, rough strokes, and Hux lets out a gurgling moan, rocking his hips back.

“Next time, I’m going to fuck that tight little hole of yours,” Kylo pants in his ear, hips snapping. “I’ll make you take every inch of this cock, fuck you until you come screaming my name, and you will still beg me for more after.”

“You bastard,” Hux gasps.His gloved fingers dig into Kylo’s thigh, hard enough to hurt. “You filthy beast—“

If Hux had any more expletives, they are lost in a moan.He is arching his back, body going rigid in Kylo’s arms as he spurts all over Kylo’s hand with a desperate whine.

Kylo buries his face in his neck and comes with a final rough thrust, so hard he almost passes out, shaking and grunting in pleasure as he paints Hux’s ass and thighs with hot streaks of come.

After Kylo has tucked himself away, he wipes his hand on Hux’s jacket. His greatcoat will hide the stain, but Hux will know it’s there. He will walk out of here with Kylo’s scent still clinging to his skin, with Kylo’s come drying on the inside of his thighs.

Marked.

He nips lightly at Hux’s ear. Hux shudders against him and Kylo whispers: “Who do you belong to, General?”

Hux draws in a shaky breath. His belly is still trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm under Kylo’s splayed fingers. ”Y-You. Supreme Leader.”

“Very well,” Kylo growls softly against the shell of his ear. “Now ready my troops.”

(fin!)

(ahh I haven’t written TLJ kylux in so long, this felt good!)