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


âYou presume to command MY army?!â Hux screeches and Kylo is upon him in a flash, shoving him up against the transparisteel, hand closing around Huxâs throat. He can feel the heat of Huxâs body through his clothes, warm where their chests are touching.
Huxâs eyes flash with rage, but he doesnât struggle - heâs only panting under the tight grip of Kyloâs 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 Kyloâs cock. They both gasp when Kylo pulls back: Kylo with blind lust and Hux with fury, his breath hitching as Kyloâs hold tightens on his throat.
âI /will/ command your army,â Kylo hisses, mouth still inches from Huxâs lips. âAnd you.â
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.
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 Kyloâs moment. Heâs 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 itâs bordering on painful. He doesnât even realize that his mouth is now on Huxâs neck, barely hears Huxâs cry as he sinks his teeth into soft flesh, drunk on Huxâs taste and scent.
Hux is frozen in place, in shock or in rage, Kylo canât tell. He doesnât 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.
Huxâs 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 Huxâs naked ass, and at that, Hux lets out a terrified whimper.
âI wonât hurt you,â Kylo says into his neck, where Huxâs pulse is hammering away like a small animalâs heartbeat. âI always take good care of whatâs mine.â He trails his open mouth over Huxâs sideburn, his jaw, his ear.
Slides a hand down his stomach to close it around his cock. âAnd you are mine. Donât you forget it.â
Hux is panting now, breath coming in short, quick gasps. His soft little ass is warm against Kyloâs abdomen, cock twitching in Kyloâs hand.
Hux is panting now, breath coming in short, quick gasps. His soft little ass is warm against Kyloâs abdomen, cock twitching in Kyloâs hand.
Kylo has never seen Hux out of uniform, not once. Hasnât even seen him without his gloves on. And now Huxâs cock is in his hand, hard and hot and leaking sticky precome all over Kyloâs fingers.
With his free hand, Kylo takes hold of Huxâs jaw and forces his mouth open, pushing two fingers into the soft, wet heat. Hux goes limp in his arms, head lolling back, and Kyloâs 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 Huxâs soft ass rubbing against the coarse hairs on his groin.
He fucks into the warm crevice of Huxâs thighs with abandon, faster and faster, stroking Huxâs cock with one hand. He slides the other up his chest, past that tight uniform collar to wrap it around Huxâs slender throat again.
Kylo squeezes, ever so slightly, as he jerks Huxâs cock harder, with quick, rough strokes, and Hux lets out a gurgling moan, rocking his hips back.
âNext time, Iâm going to fuck that tight little hole of yours,â Kylo pants in his ear, hips snapping. âIâll 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.â
âYou bastard,â Hux gasps.His gloved fingers dig into Kyloâs thigh, hard enough to hurt. âYou filthy beastââ
If Hux had any more expletives, they are lost in a moan.He is arching his back, body going rigid in Kyloâs arms as he spurts all over Kyloâs hand with a desperate whine.
If Hux had any more expletives, they are lost in a moan.He is arching his back, body going rigid in Kyloâs arms as he spurts all over Kyloâs 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 Huxâs ass and thighs with hot streaks of come.
After Kylo has tucked himself away, he wipes his hand on Huxâs jacket. His greatcoat will hide the stain, but Hux will know itâs there. He will walk out of here with Kyloâs scent still clinging to his skin, with Kyloâs come drying on the inside of his thighs.
Marked.
Marked.
He nips lightly at Huxâs ear. Hux shudders against him and Kylo whispers: âWho do you belong to, General?â
Hux draws in a shaky breath. His belly is still trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm under Kyloâs splayed fingers. âY-You. Supreme Leader.â
Hux draws in a shaky breath. His belly is still trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm under Kyloâs splayed fingers. âY-You. Supreme Leader.â
âVery well,â Kylo growls softly against the shell of his ear. âNow ready my troops.â
(fin
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(fin

(ahh I havenât written TLJ kylux in so long, this felt good!)