"Kylo Ren has requested your presence in his chambers." Hux could almost hear the smirk in the voice of the storm trooper that stood before him. Anger rose like bile in his throat. Still, after all this time, Ren would not come for him in person. He always sent someone to fetch him. As always, he considered refusing the summons, staying behind in his rooms, making Ren come to him. All the inferior officers assumed that Ren was calling him to his rooms for disciplinary meetings; the discipline he would receive for disregarding an order from Ren sent chills down his spine. His memories of their last meeting filled him with fear and dread. He had almost hoped that Ren wouldn't send for him again after what had happened.
As always, he swallowed his anger and followed the stormtrooper to Ren's rooms. Ren came to the door, maskless but still in uniform, stoic as usual. Once the escort was dismissed, he turned without a word and Hux followed him into the room, shutting the door behind them. His body was damp with a cold sweat.
Ren kept walking, deep into the annex of his quarters, and again Hux wondered at the waste of space. The ship was massive, but how many rooms did one man need? He grasped at any small detail to occupy his mind, to keep his thoughts from straying back to a night two weeks before.
Finally, Ren came to a familiar door and held it open for Hux. He nodded as Hux walked through, then followed him in and closed the door behind them. Hux began removing his gloves, pulling them off one by one and setting them neatly on a dresser. His hands shook, but he kept his back to Ren, hoping he wouldn't notice. The room felt small and closed in, with low ceilings and much of the space occupied by a large bed. The sheets were dark grey, with only two pillows. There was no coverlet. It was a room that Hux knew well. He felt Ren's eyes on him as he continued to slowly undress. The room was icy cold, but he had to keep going. His boots came off, then his coat, then his shirt, then his pants. His heart raced, and he didn't dare turn around.
Without a sound, Ren's hand darted out from over his shoulder and covered his mouth. His other arm snaked around Hux's waist, pulling him close to the larger man. He let his body go limp against Ren's chest. He could feel Ren's long hair brushing against his shoulder.
"You were thinking of not coming, weren't you?" he asked, his voice low. Hux was nearly trembling, both from the cold and the anticipation. He shook his head violently, but Ren's hand never let go. "I know you were thinking about it. Things got a little... out of hand last time." Hux was breathing hard through his nose. He could feel Ren's hardness pressing against him. He waited for him to continue, to apologize.
Suddenly, Ren pushed him forward. He fell hard onto the bed, hitting the cold sheets face first. Before he could react, Ren was on him again, grabbing him by the wrists, binding them together tightly. The rope was primitive, with hard fibers that dug into his skin and burned. With the left side of his face pressed into the sheets, he watched as Ren undressed in front of him. He had been naive to expect an apology, or even an assurance that it wouldn't happen again. The fact that Ren even brought it up would have to be enough.
Ren took his time, as Hux had done, slowly removing each piece of clothing and placing it on the dresser next to his. Hux could feel the blood rushing to his lower body as he watched. He searched Ren's body, taking it in with as much excitement as he dared to show. Even the fear excited him. As he stared at Ren's bare chest and groin, he felt his cock press into the mattress. He gave in to the urge to push his hips harder against the mattress and let out a quiet moan, almost a whimper. Ren met his eyes.
His face was soft as he looked down at Hux on the bed. Hux knew that his mood could change in an instant. He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation, tensing his body. Cold fingers wrapped around his hips and moved him further up onto the bed. He let himself be manhandled, only just moving enough to keep his face from dragging along the bed. Ren grabbed his legs behind the knees and arranged him so that he was sitting face down, ass up. His hands ran over Hux's tender skin, giving him goosebumps. His heart was pounding now, cock stiff between his legs. Ren's long, solid body was behind him, stroking his skin. His hands slowly ventured between Hux's legs, and then pushed them apart, spreading him open. His breath came violently now, his shoulders pressing into the bed.
Ren leaned away from him and he heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Some small relief bloomed in his mind. It would be gentle. He liked it however he could get it, but the last time had been so brutal. He'd felt it for days, and some of the bruises still dotted his lily-white body. He gasped when Ren's fingers, slick with cold, sticky lube, touched his skin. His asshole puckered at the sensation, but Ren took his time. His fingers circled Hux's asshole a few times before slowly, gently working their way inside him. He moaned again, louder this time, and Ren pushed deeper into him, opening him up. His face was pink with shame and heat.
Ren pulled his fingers out slowly and leaned back again. Hux twisted his upper body to look over his shoulder just in time to see him lubing up his massive member with long, slow strokes. His face was leaned back toward the ceiling, and his eyes were shut. Hux shivered involuntarily as he watched, fear and hunger filling him in parts. Ren opened his eyes and saw Hux looking over his shoulder at him, then narrowed them.
"Please don't look at me," he said, and Hux immediately buried his face in the sheets. He was lucky. Today was one of Ren's calmer days. Sometimes he provoked Ren on purpose to get a reaction, but today he still felt delicate and afraid from the last time. He had pushed him too far then, and suffered for it. He had seen just what Ren was capable of. Ren seemed almost repentant with his tenderness now.
He tried to remember to breathe evenly as he felt the head of Ren's cock press against his asshole, then slide inside of him. Despite his efforts, he gasped and clenched, nearly forcing the other man out. He could still feel the effects of the last encounter. Ren pressed deeper into him, working himself in bit by bit until his hips were pressed tight against Hux's ass. He built up a slow, steady rhythm as Hux squirmed and panted beneath him.
Ren grabbed the bindings on his wrists, pulling his head and shoulders up so that Hux was sitting straight up on his knees. He yelped with the pain, and felt Ren push deeper into him, aroused by his discomfort. Ren bit his shoulder, hard, and he cried out. He blinked away tears just before Ren shoved him back down onto the bed, face first.
Ren leaned forward, holding onto Hux's hip with one hand, and reached under his body to grip his cock. Hux whined and moaned at the touch as Ren synchronized his strokes with his thrusts. Hux knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out long under this pressure. The pain fed into his pleasure, and the tension built at the base of his spine and in his belly. He arched his back, pushing himself back against Ren's body, taking him as deep as he could. Ren moaned appreciatively and jerked him off faster. The sound of Ren's moan pushed him over the edge, and his cock lurched and shuddered, shooting come all over the sheets beneath him.
As soon as he was finished, Ren picked up his pace. He held on to Hux's hips and slammed his cock into him over and over. Hux was gasping, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, trying to endure. His thumbs pressed into Hux's flesh so hard he was sure he'd have bruises in the morning. His teeth were clenched against the pain. Then, suddenly, Ren was slowing, and Hux could feel each contraction of his big cock as he pumped come into him. Ren moaned, keeping himself inside until every last drop was out of him.
He stood, leaving Hux shivering and still bound on the bed as he toweled off. Once he was cleaned up, he cut the smaller man free. He didn't offer the towel to Hux as he usually did, but instead began handing him his clothes.
"Get dressed." Hux stared, taking his leggings from Ren.
"I should clean up first," he protested. He was usually offered a shower before leaving, since he looked so disheveled after.
"Not today. I want you to walk back to your chambers with my come still dripping out of you."
It was useless to resist.
