A/N: Day nine. Smut. Anyone who has read this far knows these guys are not hardcore kinksters. With that in mind, warnings for very mild role play and light ball-busting. Despite the chapter title, there is no foot fetishism here. It's really not much of a change from what you've seen already.


Still toweling off his wet hair, Poe looked out from the refresher to see where Hux had gotten to. He was up to something. Poe could sense it and it was verified by seeing Hux putting on his gloves. He was naked otherwise, still damp from the shower, though he'd exited first and dried off some.

"What's that about?" Poe asked. He left the refresher to stand in the bedroom, surveying Hugs wearing nothing but gloves. That was kind of hot.

"It's time to surrender to the inevitable," Hux said inscrutably. "On your knees, General."

Poe's brows shot up. He hesitated a moment, processing. They hadn't done anything sexual the day before. Was Hux actually initiating? Definitely hot!

"Now," Hux said. Getting hotter.

Poe dropped the towel and knelt atop it, giving himself some padding in case he was going to be down here for a while. He certainly hoped he'd be down here for a while. He glanced at Hux's penis. He was fairly sure that would not be the focus of activities, but it was right there at eye level. He couldn't miss it, flaccid though it was.

"Keep your eyes up," Hux chided him, taking hold of Poe's chin. The fine synthleather slid along Poe's skin, fingers curling against his jawline as Hux's thumb pressed under his lower lip. Poe smirked up at him.

Hux's thumb shifted up to rub lightly across his lips. Poe let his mouth fall open. "Ah, yes," Hux said. "There it is. You said you wanted to try the gloves at some point." Poe tried to wrap his lips around the thumb, but Hux twitched it out of his reach. "When I say so, you eager thing."

Hux's hand slipped down to caress his throat. Poe tilted his head back and sighed in complete and open submission. Hux nudged the inside of one of his knees. "Spread your legs. Hands behind your back. You're my prisoner."

Poe complied, one hand holding the other wrist behind his back. The pose pushed out his chest and he exaggerated the effect by flexing, just in case Hux was looking. Poe's dick was swelling against his thigh. Hux's hand shifted to his shoulder for balance as he ran his foot along the sensitive skin on the inside of one leg, toes skimming over Poe's penis, and then down the other leg. He repeated it a few times, then dipped his foot between Poe's legs to bump upward against his balls. Poe shifted his hips and hummed appreciatively.

"Filthy perverts," Hux said. "All of you." He ran his hand into Poe's hair, using it for balance instead of Poe's shoulder as Hux continued to play with Poe's balls with his foot. He managed to get Poe's scrotum between his big toe and next, gripping it with his weird toes. "You'd tempt even the most stoic of jailers with your depravity. I know what you want." He squeezed and pulled. Poe's mouth fell open in a pant – the pressure, the vulnerability. He liked being taken advantage of like this.

Hux switched feet, but instead of going back to his balls, he caressed Poe's penis. "So full. So hard. It's almost like you want more." He twisted his grip on Poe's hair, pulling his head to the side. His scalp stung and he hissed, then made inarticulate growl. He wanted more, all right.

Hux went back to standing on both feet. "Now then. Your mouth has been open almost from the beginning. You're just begging for this to be filled, aren't you?"

"Yes sir."

"You would call me 'sir'? Why should I care about an honorific from a disgusting Rebel prisoner?"

"I will do anything to survive."

"You're weak." Hux sneered at him. He was really getting into it.

"I'm strong enough to take whatever you can dish out." Poe gave him a cocky grin.

"So you say." Hux moved his foot between Poe's legs and flipped the end of it upward, delivering a solid and surprising tap to his balls.

Poe might have buckled if Hux hadn't had such a firm grip on his hair. His eyes watered and his breaths came out rough and sudden. His fingers dug into his wrist dug to keep himself from letting go. His impulse was to cover himself or catch himself if he fell, but he forced himself to do neither. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on Hux as much as he could. He knew it was what Hux wanted – to see this reaction.

"Are you strong enough to take that?" Hux inquired. He had half a smile on his face, watching Poe just as intently as Poe had expected.

"Try me." Poe let his upper lip curl and showed his teeth.

"I will." Hux moved his foot over the end of Poe's dick and pressed it down against the towel beneath him. He pressed on it. Carefully. Poe quit snarling and panted. His expression had turned compliant without him even intending it to. Most of Hux's weight was on his heel on the floor, but there was plenty enough on the ball of his foot to keep Poe's attention.

Hux righted Poe's head and rested two gloved fingertips on the teeth of Poe's lower jaw. "Suck me," he commanded, sliding the fingers in to the second knuckle. "Like I know you'd like to suck my cock." Hux rubbed a small circle on Poe's tongue and Poe sealed his lips around those two digits. He sucked softly, tasting the leather.

"Harder," Hux ordered, pressing down a bit more on his trapped dick. Poe immediately hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder. Hux moved his fingers deeper, then in and out slowly. Poe worked him with his tongue like he would have with a dick. The theory about the leather gloves giving him a bit more bulk to fill his mouth was accurate. Poe found himself salivating madly and leaning forward, greedy to take more. He moved his hips just slightly and felt Hux curl his toes over him a few times. Poe whimpered.

"Ah, yes," Hux crooned. "You would degrade yourself in the worst way for me. Like a rutting animal, you're desperate for release. You will do anything for me, wouldn't you? Can you take more?"

Poe nodded, with no clue what Hux was offering even as a small part of his mind noted Hux was asking that as a genuine question, carefully insinuated into the role play. But he was a little far gone to be taking care of his own boundaries. He just wanted more on all fronts, so when Hux gave him three fingers in his mouth, Poe shuddered with need.

His mouth was so wonderfully stretched. He couldn't keep from drooling. He felt some drip on his thigh. Some must have gotten on Hux as well, because Hux pulled his head back by his hair and pressed down just a bit more with his fingers. "You dare to foul me?" Hux hissed at him.

Poe made a strangled, begging noise, gulping around them. Hux pressed all three fingers to the back of his throat. He gagged once and Hux backed off slightly. "I should force you to take it. You said you were strong enough," Hux sneered. "Have I found your limits so soon?"

Poe leaned into him, gagging himself intentionally. He could feel his peak approaching and Hux probably could, too. Hux fucked his mouth with his hand. Fingers slid over his tongue, teasing him with how much he could take. Poe rocked his hips, feeling the sharp tug on his trapped cock. He was powerless, at Hux's mercy, turned on and swallowing him down as much as he could. Poe whined when he came, eyes shutting in bliss.

He missed whatever expression Hux made when he ejaculated directly under his foot. Poe suspected he ought to feel awful about that, but instead he found it funny. Very funny. Probably too funny. He didn't realize what was going on until he opened his eyes to see a very apprehensive expression on Hux's face as he stood there on one foot, staring in horror at the one that was raised off the floor. The hand in Poe's hair had loosened. The other was out of his mouth.

Poe quit holding his own wrist and shifted. "Easy," he warned. Hux still had hold of his hair for balance and the pull on it was a lot less sexy now that he'd come. But Poe still managed to get the edge of his towel out from under his knees and used it to wipe off the bottom of Hux's foot, before Hux had an aneurism or something.

"Thank you," Hux said in a small voice. It sounded kind of helpless and pitiful. "I didn't think that through very well. Shame on me."

Poe couldn't keep himself from laughing. "Hugs, that was awesome. I'm so sorry I came on your-" He paused to try to squelch his chortling. It wasn't very successful and he hadn't pulled himself together enough yet to be cautious. "Um, sorry about your foot."

Hux was standing on both feet now, but was obviously uncomfortable about putting weight on the one. He hobbled into the refresher to do a more thorough job with a washcloth.

Poe didn't even get up from the floor. He just sprawled on it bonelessly after wadding up the towel. "That was awesome. Thank you."

Hux pulled off his gloves, washed his hands, and then scrubbed all over his foot. "You drooled on me, too."

"Sorry? By the way, if I need to be groveling or freaking out, let me know and I'll do that as soon as I come down from this high you gave me."

"No," Hux said calmly. "I'm glad about how you feel. I can feel it from you. That's a very nice side effect. No apologies are necessary. I'm sure there's a joke there somewhere about you 'coming into my sole'."

Poe laughed again at the wordplay. "You're really not angry?"

"No, I'm not angry." Hux tossed the washcloth in the dirty bin. "I'm making several strongly-worded mental notes to myself to consider obvious 'outcomes' next time I do something like that."

Poe picked himself up off the floor and approached him. "Let me take you to bed and rub you all over, then. That deserves some payback. Thank you so much for being hot, sexy, and fantastically good-humored about this." He gave Hux a careful peck on the cheek.

"You're welcome," Hux said warmly. "I like making you happy and hearing you laugh. Even if it's at my expense."

"That's not how you used to be."

"I didn't used to be married to someone who loved me," Hux said. He settled himself on the bed to await his turn at being pleasured. Poe happily provided.