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The floor is littered with black garments lying in heaps. Papers and writing implements carelessly shoved off the desk lay scattered around the room, and the two men lie still behind the desk, breathing heavily with Ren's cloak covering their bodies, glistening with sweat. Kylo Ren's head rests against Hux's chest, his sleek black hair clinging to the beadlets of moisture glistening on his fair skin. He can't remember the last time he felt so peaceful, as he listens to the gradually slowing thump of the other man's heartbeat. Allowing his long fingers to lazily glide over the soft, smooth skin of Hux's stomach, he sighs contentedly. "Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that, Hux?" Ren pants between heavy breaths.
Hux's eyes were closed. He focused on breathing properly and the feeling of Ren's long fingers tracing random patterns across his skin. The cloak itched, slightly, but he didn't care. It was warm and it smelled like Ren, and that's all that mattered at the moment. The ginger brought a still trembling hand up to still Ren's and lace their fingers together as he finally was able to calm his heartbeat and just breathe.* Probably no where near as long as I have. *He chuckles softly, a genuine smile playing across his lips instead of his usual smirk.
Ren chuckled softly, noting that even in this most tender of moments, the two men were arguing over who'd waited longer to ravish the other. "Maybe not," he conceded, "But I bet I wanted it /more/." He propped himself up on one elbow to look into the the other man's face, the fingers of his other hand curling to entwine with Hux's. "I feel... happy." He let the last word linger, almost as if it was more question than statement. "I'd almost forgotten what happiness felt like," he added softly, bringing the General's hand to his mouth and kissing his knuckles gently.
The ginger blushed, his smile turning soft when Ren kissed his hand. He felt so warm, so safe. He looked up at the force-user. His dark hair fell around him like an out of place halo. "Kylo..." Hux sighed. "I..you have the most amazing eyes." He chuckled, twisting to hide his face in Ren's arm. "I sound as silly as some of the girls at the Academy." He tightened his grip on the other's hand, trying to memorize how it felt to have him so close.
The younger man grinned at Hux's words. "Mmm, no, General, don't hide your face," he coaxed. "I want to remember exactly how you look right now - peaceful and vulnerable and perfect..." His eyes sparkled in the dim light as he caressed the ginger's features with his gaze. He knew that tomorrow morning, this would all be a distant memory, and he desperately wanted to make it last as long as it could.
Hux shook his head, staying in his hiding spot for a moment longer before finally peeking back out at the other. Pale green eyes twinkled in the dim light, freckles and pale skin were tinged with a lingering blush. "I want to remember all of you, Kylo," he admitted. He studied the other like a map of the stars. Tracing constellations and trying to dedicate them to memory, so that when the sun came up and took them away from each other, he'd still be able to see his dark angel in his mind. He turned his eyes upward, again, meeting Ren's gaze. "You're perfect."
At the General's words, the younger man felt a warm blush prickling his cheeks. Releasing Hux's hand, he swept his fingertips softly over the other's cheek, letting the pad of his thumb gently trace his lower lip. Keeping his gaze steadily on Hux's mouth, he leaned in and kissed him. This time the kiss was not hurried or rough. It was gentle and supplicant, like a reverent prayer. When he drew back, he once more rested his head on Hux's chest, closing his eyes. "I suppose we can't stay here all night..." It was a statement, but somehow he wished Hux would argue the point.
Hux closed his eyes when Ren spoke. Those few words, and he could feel the rays of sunlight taking away his stars. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on that instead of the sinking feeling inside his chest. He took a shaky breath and held it. He knew that Ren was right, but he wasn't ready to let go. He gathered the little courage he had, finally opening his eyes. "You're right. But, my quarters're secluded from everything else," the statement hung as an invitation.
Ren tensed, surprised by the invitation and what it could mean, but he wanted it badly. Lifting his head to look at the General, he nodded. "I would like that very much," he answered.
Hux released the breath he was holding, leaning up to press a fleeting kiss to Ren's lips. "Then you're going to have to let me get up, Ren," the ginger smiled brightly. "Just for a little while."
Ren grinned and pushed himself up to a sitting position. He gathered what he could reach of his clothing and began to dress himself. He hated for this moment to end, but he knew they couldn't very well walk to the General's quarters naked. He pulled on his boots, his heart fluttering with joyful anticipation.
Hux followed the other's lead and hastily began to dress. He picked up his greatcoat and tossed it on his desk opting towrap Ren's cloak around his shoulders after he had finished pulling on his boots. He held out his hand, "come on, then."
Ren scrambled to his feet, eying the outstretched hand. With a broad smile, he reached out and took it, following after the other man, still not quite believing this was all actually happening. Hux pulled Ren after him, he bit his lip, trying to lessen his smile. He took them down a few halls, almost jogging in his haste to get to his door. When they reached it, he took a moment to open it. He looked at Ren, suddenly nervous, again.
As they reached the General's quarters, Kylo watched him with giddy excitement - completely and utterly uncharacteristic of himself, but he couldn't help it. When Hux paused, Ren's eyebrows crept upward questioningly. "What's wrong?" he asked hoping that he hadn't changed his mind.
Hux turned to face Ren. "N-nothihg, really." He bit his bottom lip, looking down at their joined hands and deciding to just admit what was going on in his head. "I'm nervous, for no reason at all." He shook his head and smiled, deciding to think about it later. "Never mind." He pulled Ren into his rooms, trying to reassure the other with a kiss.
Ren cocked his head to one side. "Nervous? Why?" he asked. "You didn't seem very nervous a few moments ago..." He grinned, returning Hux's reassuring kiss.
"I don't know why I'm nervous," he shrugged, but his heart still pounded. It was new territory they were in, and some random office was one thing, but now they were standing in the middle of his quarters. Hux sighed, "again, never mind. My bed isn't exceptionally comfortable, but it's soft and warm." He cocked his head, "if you want to stay."
The dark young man studied Hux, tempted to press into his mind and discover the source of his anxiety, but deciding not to. If there was one sure way to ruin whatever they had started, it would be to force his way into Hux's mind. Instead, he walked over to the bed and flopped down, stretching out on the mattress. "Well, it's much more comfortable than that floor was." He laughed, holding out an arm in invitation for the other man to join him.
Hux stood and just stared at the sight - Ren stretched out lazily, relaxed for once, on his bed. He flipped the lights off and walked to the bed. He pulled off Ren's boots and then his own before turning and cuddling back up against the force-user's side. The ginger hummed, "you're warm."
Rolling onto his side to face the General, he draped a long, muscled arm over the other man's waist, pulling him closer. "I have been told as much before," he grins, placing a feathery kiss on the tip of Hux's nose. Hooking a leg over Hux's, he closes his eyes and sighs, "Thank-you, General, for tonight. It was a long time in coming." Within moments, he is asleep.
The ginger felt a flicker of...something in his chest when Ren spoke. He pushed impossibly closer to the other, ducking his head under Ren's chin. He smiled, kissing the other's neck before slowly drifting off, himself.