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The next day, Jon's in Kylo's office. He's gotten through the update on finding someone else to completely take over Tactical Design, which Kylo cares about, in the sense that it's something that has to happen to get Jon to move up to his head of Diplomacy, but he's not exactly riveted by, but…

Anyway, when Jon finishes with that, he ends with, "Am I boring you?"

"Sorry. Uh… Distracted," which is true. He spends a few moments explaining Ellie's Handsome Prince and Lady plan, and then wraps it up with adventures in eating out and movies, and that part of seeing the movie was attempting to locate something like the sort of grand romance they're trying to be, and then that gets him thinking about the joke they didn't understand, so he says, "What's a dildo?"

Jon just about chokes at that, but after he gets breathing again, says, "Possibly the most ironic question you could ask me."

Kylo blinks.

"You really don't know?"

He rolls his eyes. "No, I get my kicks by seeing if I can get you to swallow your tongue. We could feel from the context it was some sort of sex joke, but…"

Jon asks in disbelief. "What movie did you see?"

"The Mix Up?"

Jon blinks and decides he might have to go watch it. "I didn't realize it was that risqué."

Kylo's still looking at him.

"A dildo is a fake shaft, Kylo. One made of plexiplastic or glass or something like that."

Kylo thinks for a second, and then his lip starts to quiver, and then he starts to laugh. Finally, "Oh! Yeah… That makes more sense," comes out of him. Then he laughs harder, getting what Jon meant by 'ironic.'

Jon looks very amused by that. "I'll bet. So… uh…" He's got a very naughty smirk on his face. "You were watching a movie with dildos in it? With Rey? In public? That can't have been on purpose."

Kylo sighs. He's not that sheltered. "If one had been on screen, I'm pretty sure I could have figured out what it was. They kept making fun of the one character by calling him one. 'Just like the real thing, but plastic.' They mentioned that a lot, and the actor was… yeah, just too perfect and plastic to be real, so… The nickname makes sense now."

Jon sniggers a bit at that. "Oh my."

"It was supposed to be a romantic comedy, but besides the sex scenes, we were both so bored we wanted to cry."

"Well, there are movies that are just collections of sex scenes with not much plot and less dialog, often featuring dildos, but generally you watch them in private, or maybe with a few very close friends, on your personal holovid player, in your personal rooms."

Kylo rolls his eyes a bit before saying, "When the first making out scene started, we were… uh… well, we didn't know it was going to end where it did, so we were a little surprised to see that apparently that's something people watch in public."

"Generally, no. I mean… it's a big galaxy, and there's likely somewhere you can see shows like that in public, just not anywhere I've ever been. Also, there are good romantic comedies, but since the one you and Rey went to was by a director who is kind of famous for making ridiculously sappy, overly-dramatic pap, with stupidly complicated plot lines that depend on coincidence to solve, maybe you'd want to avoid them in the future."

"So, that's not the whole genre?"

"It's a sub-genre. Some people really like overly dramatic papfests. Me not among them."

Kylo nods. "I can understand that. The write up didn't sound terrible, but… fuck, was it!"

Jon's nodding along. "So, do you want to… give Rey some ideas of what this story looks like?"

"Yeah. I read stories as I child, and my nannies told me some, but I don't really remember them."

"I'll get some holovids for you. Do you have a proper projector? You miss so much if you try to watch them on the screen of your datapad."

"No."

Jon nods, and then thinks a bit, and says, "How serious are you about this?"

Kylo shrugs a bit. "Why?"

"How packed is your and Rey's schedule for the near future?"

Kylo just looks at him. "Packed, enough. I think I've got some free time in… I don't know, ten days?"

Jon's nodding. "Check with Rey, grab a day both of you are free."

"Again, why?"

"Because we're going to book one of the cinemas, and I'm going to have a chat with my Mum and Ellie, and we're going to sit you two down and watch some shows. If you're going to do this, you might as well have a good mental image of it, and… I mean… You're the Master, Kylo. If C8 offers to buy out a cinema for a day, not only will they bend over backwards to make sure you and Rey have the best time possible, but they will absolutely play any movie I suggest to them."

"Okay… Let me… Hey…" He switches from his verbal conversation to a mental one with Rey.

Busy. Give me a moment.

"She's doing something she needs to concentrate on. Tell me what else is going on."

"We got a signed contract for our mediation services!"

Kylo lets out a very un-Masterish whoop of pleasure.

Jon grins at him. "I may have done that, too, when Threepio told me."

"Who is it and what are we mediating?"

"Unthar K'Aar. He's the leader of a fairly unstable system, and when his son was alive he had a decent plan in place for passing on his throne to him. Because his son was bigger, badder, better armed, and more willing to kill people than the leaders of any other faction. Unfortunately, his son died last year, leaving him with identical twin grandsons. Traditionally first born follows the footsteps of the last King, but no one's entirely sure which one of them is oldest. To make matters worse, his different tribal heads are rallying behind different grandsons, and because no one knows which one is older, they split daddy's ships and holdings down the middle."

"And we're going to?"

"Determine who the best man is, and offer to back him. Both factions are more than powerful enough to cause local trouble, but not powerful enough to withstand twenty minutes of CityKiller bombardments. K'Aar's hoping that by bringing us in to mediate, and then as enforcement of the mediation, that we'll be strong enough to stop the plotting until whichever grandson can build up his own forces enough to hold his own throne."

Kylo's smiling. "So…"

"You'll do some studying, learn a bit about their history and culture. We've got a few experts also digging deep to really learn it. Then you'll talk to K'Aar, get a feel for his concerns and where he wants to see things go. Talk with the boys. Feel them out. Then you and the experts sit down, figure out which one to pick, and offer up binding mediation."

"And people will pay us to do this?"

"Well." Jon is beaming. "They will pay us well to do this. And, just to sweeten the deal, if they accept the offer we give them, we'll get free access to put recruiting stations on all of their planets."

That makes Kylo even happier.

"And, we haven't set that up, yet, but my mom," he sounds wary, "and apparently, independently of her, Threepio, have both come to the conclusion that we should offer embassy space here to any system that wants it. Give them a place, for a fee, to do the business that's either too dangerous, or too messy, to host on their own soil. If this goes well, we'll see if they want an embassy on the Supremacy, too. Start getting some full-time dwellers onto the I-Deck."

Kylo's nodding. He likes that idea. As he's about to verbalize his approval, Rey says, Free now, in his head. What's going on?

Kylo keeps looking at Jon, trying to maintain some level of focus on him, so he's not leaving his present surroundings to talk to Rey.

"She's back?"

And apparently failing miserably at it.

He nods, and thinks to her. Jon's suggested that was a particularly bad example of a romantic comedy. And that good ones exist. On top of that, he's also suggesting that since Ellie's asking us to play the parts that a lot of people have as stories in their heads, that maybe we should sit down and watch some of the stories.

Okay… does he have the stories?

He's got a list of them, and is fairly sure that any of the cinemas on the Supremacy will bend over backwards to show them for us. So, can you arrange your schedule ten days from now to watch some shows with me?

He can feel her thinking through that.

Are these shows that are appropriate to bring the kids to?

Would you want to?

I know Rose would like to see some of them. Finn and Poe will be off then. So that leaves the two of us as the resident adults, so…

I'll ask.

"Is this the sort of thing children can watch?"

Jon ponders. What he knows about children would fit into a thimble. A small one. "Maybe? Does she want to bring the rest of the Maji?"

"We're low on adults right now, so yes."

"I can't promise it, but at least as best as I remember the movies I'm thinking about, kids should be able to watch them."

Jon thinks it'll be okay. He's not certain, but hopeful.

We can give it a try. Let me know when you're in the Cinema, and I'll bring them to you. And… We'll watch some shows.

He's smiling at that. Good. "We'll watch some shows."

At dinner he says to Rey, "Jon tells me a dildo is a fake shaft."

She thinks about that for a moment, finally figures out why he'd say that to her, and then starts to giggle hysterically, finally getting the on-going joke of that movie. After a moment, and rubbing the tears from her eyes, she says, "What do you use one for?"

Kylo blinks at her. "Uh…" He can feel himself blushing, and he knows she did that intentionally. He shoots her a little, none to hot, glare. "Somehow, I didn't think to ask Jon that."

She's grinning at him. "I bet he'd know."

"He probably does, which is part of why I'm not going to ask."

She's looking at him intently, with a lot of amusement in her face, and she's not asking, but he can feel the desire and challenge in her gaze. He narrows his eyes a bit, and finally says, "Are those puppy eyes?"

"Rose would have to see them to tell me. Why, is it puppyish?"

"I'm not sure." He eats a few bites of his salad. "Why do you want me to ask so badly?"

She grins at him. "I have no idea, but just the idea of it… makes me feel good." And it does. In an… she doesn't know… odd sort of way, maybe. It's definitely sexual, but her mind's more involved with this than her body. Either way, though, she likes it.

"You like the idea of me talking with Jon about fake shafts?" He looks like he can't possibly begin to believe this.

Rey shrugs. Put that way it does seem a bit silly, maybe. She still really likes it though. "I'm not saying it makes sense, but… Uh… Yes."

He closes his eyes, sighs, and then bites his lip, because, okay, it's not doing anything for him at first blush, but if she really likes it, and he can feel it quivering off of her, eager and attentive… He attempts to imagine even beginning that conversation with Jon. The image won't form. He sighs again. "I honestly don't think there's enough vodka in the galaxy to get me to have that conversation with him."

That makes Rey laugh. And Kylo's pleased to see that she's not… bothered… disappointed by the fact he's not willing to comm Jon and ask. "Okay. But if there is…"

He shakes his head, chuckling a little. "I'll let you listen in. Hell, if there is, I'll invite you to join in." He thinks about it. "Maybe you could have the conversation, and I'll just keep you company." He ponders that. Rey talking about fake shafts… with Jon… okay, maybe he can kind of see what she likes about this. Sort of. If he squints.

She thinks about that. Talking with Jon about it, herself, feels mostly just informative. She might go do it, because, well, he likely does know how they work and what you do with them. Then she thinks about that more and decides that might be like measuring her naked for undergarments and fall under the 'I'm only human, please don't tempt me,' category. "Doesn't seem to be having the same impact."

He shrugs a bit.

After a few bites, in which he can feel her happily imagining a very… intense, and apparently, at least to her, quite sexy conversation between him and Jon, he decides to turn the idea a bit. "You're the one who's curious… what would you do with one?"

She blinks at him. "Uh…" She puts her fork down. "I'm not entirely sure what one even looks like, so…"

He half-shrugs, too. "I'm not either, but if it's a fake shaft, we're both acquainted with the general shape and size it's got to have, so… What would you want to do with it?"

Rey bites her lip. Now she's blushing, a bright, pretty pink creeping from her cheeks to her ears and collarbones.

Kylo's grinning at her. "Oh, you've got some ideas, don't you?" He knows that blush. That's her aroused blush, and when that comes up, he knows a good time is in the offing.

"I… Maybe… We could… look it up in the library. Or… Rose says there are channels that just show sexy pictures on our holovid viewers. We could… Get a better idea of what one is and what people do with it."

He quickly stabs his salad a few times, gathering a much larger bite of supper than he'd usually attempt to put into his mouth in one go. "Eat fast."

She sticks her tongue out at him, but does as told.

Putting 'dildo' into the search feature of their library is an education in and of itself.

Once the images start coming up, Rey says to Kylo, "So, apparently that statement about having to know the general shape and size…"

He's nodding, eyes wide, apparently having greatly underestimated the variation available in this particular endeavor.

He rubs his lips together. "Do you think they're all for humans?"

She's looking at… well, maybe the scale is off, but even if it is… "I rather hope not. That just looks… painful."

As best he can tell it's bigger around than his fist, so… "Yeah. I mean… maybe… some people like that…" After all, some of the drawings they've looked at certainly indicated that some people really like… big… gargantuan… shafts. Just, both of them thought that was firmly in the fantasy camp, and not something anyone would attempt to… well… make real.

But, as they keep scrolling through, size isn't the only apparent variation. The only thing they seem to have in common is they're all roughly cylinders. And roughly covers a lot of territory. And they come in apparently, not only every possible imaginable color, but way more textures than either of them would have imagined.

And it looks like some of them move.

After several minutes of looking and scrolling, Kylo says to Rey, "So… you still want to find out what people do with them?" He's certainly curious, but… He also wouldn't mind remaining ignorant of anything involving the ones bigger than his forearm, or the ones that look like tentacles, or the ones that very clearly are the phallus of something that isn't even remotely human, and doesn't look like they've got any business fucking them.

She grins at him. It's clear she wants to. "Do you?"

A lot of them are sort of sleek plexiplastic or glass or metal, and he certainly wouldn't mind seeing some of them in action. Especially if the people playing with them happen to be women. "I'll admit to being a bit on the intrigued side. But I also want to be able to back out if it looks painful."

"We can do that."

He grins at her, and keys up the search feature. Women with dildos.

She laughs at that. "You just want to look at pretty girls playing with them."

Kylo smirks at her. "So do you."

Her grin spreads. "And maybe some pretty boys."

His eyebrows come together as he looks at her. He can, probably, figure out why one boy might play with one. But if you've got more than one guy… "Why would boys, plural, you know, more than one of them, together, use one?"

She shrugs and then giggles. "That appears to be one of those questions there isn't enough alcohol to get you to ask Jon, so I guess we'll just have to look."

He shrugs a bit, and then rolls onto his back, scooting up in their bed a bit, before saying, "You know what? It's too damn cold here for this." And a heartbeat later, they're in his rooms on the Supremacy where they can be comfortably naked above the blankets.

A heartbeat after that, they're naked, and resting against the pillows, his legs stretched out in front of him, her between them. His chin is on her shoulder, and she's holding the library pad before typing in, sex with a dildo.

5,980 responses.

Before she clicks on one, she says to Kylo, "Apparently, we're not the only people who might like the idea of this."

He kisses her ear, and she can feel his shaft twitch a bit against her back. "Apparently."

So, apparently, there are a lot of things people use dildos for.

Obviously, on the most basic level, it's a penetration tool, and… It does look like a lot of the people who are using them in those pictures are having a good time. (Granted, Kylo does not understand sucking on them. Rey's intrigued by that idea, so… Maybe if they ever get one… But… It looks kind of silly to him. He figures that if you have at least one member of the party with a shaft, that should get sucked on, and if no members of the group have a shaft, then, well, he's just not capable of figuring out what they get out of watching someone suck a plastic one.)

But, in their art books, the picture are… pictures, and…

Well, Rose had mentioned they've got channels that just do sex videos, and Jon had mentioned that there were movies where plot and dialog weren't exactly the point, and… It certainly appears to be a tool that's designed to move so…

He's feeling a little flushed, and a little embarrassed, and really good, and kind of naughty, and he can feel a lot of that reflected back at him from Rey. And Kylo's not sure how much of it is originating from him, and how much of it is her, but…

"We're grown-ups. Married grown-ups. We're allowed to do this?"

Rey raises an eyebrow at him as he says that, looking for the sex channels. "Did you intend to ask that as a question?"

"No." He finds them. "There are fifty-two of them."

"Apparently, people really like sex. Aren't there only seven news channels?"

"Yeah." He almost spends a moment looking at what else they've got channels for, but decides that's the wrong kind of distracted right now. "So…" It feels odd. He's known for a while these, meaning the entertainment channels, exist, he's just never… attempted to use them before. But… "Okay, there's a search feature…" He types in women with dildos (looking at the pictures means he's got a much better idea of what boys, plural, might do with a dildo, and… he's not averse to that, he assumes a lot of what was in those pictures must feel good, and he's somewhat interested in maybe trying some of it, but he'd much rather watch something with women in it.) and a slew of videos turn up.

Kylo's chin is on her shoulder, and she's looking at the holovid player. "That's a lot of results."

He's nodding. Each one's got a title, a price (none are more than a few credits), a tiny key picture, and a short description. "Jon wasn't kidding about no plot," most of the descriptions are just lists of sex acts. "What do you think pegging is?"

Rey shrugs at that. Until ten seconds ago, she didn't know it was a sex term. "It's a video with a dildo in it. I'm going to assume it's got something to do with using one." She looks at the picture, notices there's at least one man in this video. "Let's find out." She taps the player, and the image of a woman walking down a hallway carrying a satchel of some sort pops up.

She gets to the end of the hall, knocks on a door, and a moment later it opens. Kylo would admit he was hoping the person who answered the door would be a woman, but… It's a guy, and a kind of slight one at that. Not particularly pretty or androgynous, this one is very obviously male, and not attempting to be anything else, but he's kind of small and lean.

"Hi, I'm Kelly. Your physical therapist. They told me you were having issues with your hamstrings and glutes."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The male is in a bathrobe, and if he's got a name, it doesn't seem to matter to the story. Kelly is kneeling on the floor, unpacking her bag, unrolling a long smooth mat, and placing a few… tools… next to it, along with towels and a bottle of oil.

"You're a dancer?" she asks, looking up at him.

He nods. "Yeah. I pulled my back last year when I wasn't braced properly for a lift, and ever since my low back, hips, and glutes are just tight."

"What's tight?"

He shrugs off the robe, and underneath he's just wearing a tiny pair of shorts. Lean, yes, but there's some serious muscle on this man. Kylo can feel Rey's pleased with this choice, and can see her smile. Meanwhile, Kelly is dressed in some sort of too tight, shiny, neck to toe body glove sort of thing. It covers her, but it's skin tight and very thin, so the only thing it's really leaving to the imagination is her coloring and how much body hair she's got.

Kylo hopes she takes it off at some point, but he can't for the life of him figure out how she got into it in the first place. If there are fasteners on it, he can't see them. So, he's wondering if he'll get inappropriately distracted by the mechanics of the outfit if she tries to take it off.

The man is standing on one foot, and he lifts the other one, pulling it up, and gets it to a bit past shoulder high. "This. I should be able to get it flush to my ear."

Both Kylo and Rey stare in amazement at that. Kylo pauses it. "Can you do that?"

"No. You?"

He's shaking his head.

"Think he's a Force user?"

"Maybe."

He unpauses it, and they watch the dancer go through a collection of other stretches. Both Kylo and Rey are fairly flexible. Kylo spent more than a decade practicing the basic Jedi strength and balance poses. He can do a one-handed handstand, without the Force, if he feels like it. But this… The man is up on his toes, on one foot, and has his other leg pulled up behind him, holding it with his hands, saying, "See, my foot should touch my forehead."

Kylo's not sure how sexy this is, but he's starting to feel like he needs to up his flexibility training. After all, he's hit the point where he stopped doing the Jedi poses because they weren't challenging, but… This stuff would be challenging.

"Do you think I'm supposed to watch this and think about shifting my workout?"

Rey shakes her head. "I think you're supposed to be paying attention to muscles and wondering if he's going to fall out of his shorts."

Kylo glances down a bit, and notices that, yes, those shorts are really short, and the guy in question does appear to be in danger of slipping out of them.

"This is why I don't own shorts with a five centimeter leg."

She kisses him. "Love, you'd have spilled out of those little things just walking around."

He feels stupidly pleased by that.

The dancer does a backbend, and Kylo's nodding, "That, I can do."

"And likely with the same result." Because that's the move where the dancer's tip slips out of the leg of shorts.

They're both laughing at this.

"Do you think this is supposed to be funny," Kylo asks.

"Does it matter? We're having a good time," Rey replies, kissing him again.

"Nope."

The dancer seems to be done showing off. Kelly certainly doesn't appear to think what he's been doing is funny. She's very serious, eyes narrowed and appraising, nodding.

"I think I can help you. I need you to lay face down on the mat, legs apart. I'm going to start with your calves and work my way up."

"Will it hurt?"

"It might be a little uncomfortable, but if it hurts, let me know, and I'll use a lighter touch."

The next bit isn't funny. And all three of them, Rey, Kylo, and apparently, the Dancer, all really enjoy it. Kelly's got his calf in her lap, and she's stroking and kneading it. The Dancer's making some very pleased sorts of sounds, and she's saying things like, "You're storing a lot of tension here, and let me press just a bit harder here, just… yeah, just like that, just take it… there you go, good boy, just keep relaxing under my hands…"

It's kind of mesmerizing, watching her hands on his skin, the way she's stroking and stretching and kneading.

"We should really do that again, soon," Kylo says.

Rey nods. "Yeah. When we take a few days off, we're going to get that done again."

Again, Kylo's not sure if it's erotic, but he certainly wouldn't mind being the dancer, laying on the floor having a beautiful woman rub his calves while telling him to just lay there and relax.

He could certainly see doing that, and enjoying it.

As Kelly starts moving up the Dancer's body, rubbing his thighs and hips and glutes, Kylo's absolutely certain that this has moved out of the 'things that might be nice if they were to happen to me' space and fully into the 'that's fucking hot' space.

With the way Rey's squirming in his lap, this seems to be working for her, too.

"Good?" he says to her. He knows it's good. He can feel it. He wants to hear it, too. He pauses the video.

"Yeah."

"What do you like about it?" he asks, lips ghosting over her shoulder, raising goosebumps on her skin.

"Everything. I like imagining being the girl, and running my hands all over him. I like the idea of touching him like that, making him squirm. I like imagining being the dancer, and laying there, getting rubbed on. I like the way his hips are rocking. Trying to get her hands to move higher up. And you know he's rubbing his shaft against the mat."

He licks her ear and bites gently on her shoulder. His hands come to rest on her pelvis. He's just cupping her sex, warming it. "I absolutely do. You do that to me, and I'll be rubbing off on whatever's below me, too."

"I like thinking about what he's going to look like when he flips over. Is the tip of his shaft going to be poking out of the waistband of his shorts, or is it tucked into the shorts… Will there be a wet spot on the fabric, on his belly…"

"Do you think she's wet?"

"I would be."

"What do you think she's going to do with the dildo?" They haven't seen it yet. The 'tools' she unpacked, a roller, and some sort of pressure point massage tool, and a few… he guesses they're some sort of pressure point tools, too, though they aren't quite the same shape as the one she used on the Dancer's calves. There are three of them, about as long as his finger, in graduated sizes, with a blunt tip and a flared bottom. They look like they'd fit easily in her hand, and she can use them to really dig into the muscles of the dancer's hips and butt.

She's used the roller and the first pressure point tool, and the Dancer seemed to really like them, but not the last three.

"I don't know. He's got to be quivering under her. I'd just hop on him."

"That's certainly how I'd want that massage to end." He turns the video back on.

"Roll over," Kelly says, and the Dancer is eager to comply. And yes, he's hard, and the tip of his shaft is jutting out of the waistband of those ridiculously tiny shorts, and Rey is rocking against Kylo's hand, but he's keeping it soft enough that she can't get much real friction.

"You're evil," she says to Kylo.

He grins against her shoulder.

"I'd like us to do some stretching exercises," Kelly says.

"Okay," The Dancer's voice is breathy.

Kelly's on her knees between his legs, and she's got his foot on her shoulder, and is leaning into him, forcing his leg up and back. "There… how's that?"

"It's good. Still feels kind of tight… Up at the top."

Rey sniggers. "That's not your leg that's tight."

Kylo chuckles at that, rubbing his shaft against her back. "Very much not his leg."

"I suspected that," Kelly says. "Let's do the other leg, just to make sure."

They're both laughing at suspected. "You'd have to be blind not to see it," Rey says.

"She's being thorough," Kylo says as Kelly puts the Dancer's other foot on her shoulder and leans into it. The Dancer moans at the stretch.

"Tight?" Kelly asks.

"So tight. It's like… a muscle cramp I just can't reach."

She's nodding seriously. "I thought so. Sometimes, tensions deep inside us needs to be released. And that can be difficult without help."

Kylo laughs at that. "It's not that deep. Or that difficult. Just give him a hand and…"

"Fortunately for you, I've got the right tool for the job."

"Thank you!" The Dancer is looking grateful at that.

"That said, some men find it… intrusive…"

"Oh come on, just get his shorts off," Kylo says. "He's not going to mind if you touch his shaft."

"I don't care. I'm a dancer. I have to be able to bend."

"Okay. How about you take those shorts off, and I'll get it ready."

"Finally!" Rey says, grinning, looking forward to what she thinks is going to come next. She's not entirely sure where the dildo is going to come into play, but maybe the Dancer will spurt, and kind of floppy after won't be in any shape to "help" Kelly "release her own tensions."

The Dancer is peeling off those shorts and Kelly's reaching for the lube and she's picking up the smallest of the pressure point massagers and lubing it up and…

"Just lay on your back, and pull your legs up. This might be a little uncomfortable easing in, but once it's in place that tension should melt away,"

"Anything!"

And the Dancer is on his back, with his legs high and that thing, which both Kylo and Rey are rapidly deciding is not a pressure point massager, unless it's designed for a very specific sort of spot, or… okay, maybe it is… She's… from the looks of it, gently rubbing it around his anus, and… The Dancer really seems to like it. Apparently, she's hitting all the right spots for him, because he's moaning hard.

Kylo's not moaning, likely because he's gone perfectly still, watching so intently the Supremacy could be under full attack and he wouldn't notice. That's… really… He's so hard he's afraid he's going to pass out. That looks really fucking good.

Rey's done that, or something like it, to him before, and he really liked it, and… okay, yeah, he really likes watching it, because he couldn't really see her do it to him, and… He's breathing fast, panting almost.

Kylo swallows hard, as Kelly very slowly eases the tool into the Dancer, and he shudders all over at the feel of it. "That's a good boy. I can see you starting to relax. Here let's try that stretch again." Kelly works his legs, and the Dancer keeps moaning.

Rey's watching Kelly work, and… she can feel the power of that. Of holding the Dancer or Kylo or both, the fantasy slips between them, just in the palm of her hand, controlling their pleasure, making them quiver and moan.

Kylo's hips are starting to rock, gently, against her back, and she can feel his shaft, feel his enjoyment, too.

Rey wriggles against him. "You really like this, don't you?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Fuck?"

Kelly's still working the Dancer, still playing with his legs, stroking his thighs, and… Rey wants that kind of control right now, too.

"Please…" purrs off of Kylo.

She shifts a bit, so she's no longer between his legs, but over them sliding down his shaft, and he moans loud at it.

He feels so good. Thick and hard, and Rey's just easing down his body, angling herself so he hits all the spots she likes on the way down.

Kylo wants to close his eyes and focus on her body on his, but he also doesn't want to stop watching, and… The Dancer moans, too, loud, and the tool's inside of him, and Kelly's holding the base, twisting it, rocking it back and forth saying, "There's that's good. This should start to stretch things nice and easy."

She's rubbing her hands up and down the insides of his thighs, and the Dancer's sort of writhing on the mat, his shaft rock hard and jutting against his belly.

"How long has it been since you experienced sexual release?" Kelly asks, as the Dancer continues to try to, subtly, get her hand on his shaft.

"Too long."

"Ahh…" she says, gently stroking her fingertips down the length of his shaft.

Kylo whimpers at it. The Dancer does, too.

Rey glides up him, hovering a bit, so she's only, just barely, touching him, before sliding fast back down. Both of them groan at the feel of that.

"Well, that's likely part of the problem, too. Sometime men need a good draining. Things can get backed up and swollen if you don't get drained often enough."

The Dancer's thrusting up against her fingertips. "And… do you have something for that?"

She grins at him. "Oh, I do. Again, some men find it… invasive…"

"I don't care, just… please…"

Rey squeezes her delta tight on Kylo, and Kylo whimpers again.

"Oh, sweet boy. I have just what you need. On your hands and knees now, love. I'm going to take good care of you."

Kylo hasn't felt like he's been in any danger of spurting from the sight of something… well… ever. Real danger. Like it might actually happen danger.

Except for now.

She's kneeling behind the guy, slowly pulling the first tool… maybe that's the dildo, just a small one, out, and sliding the second, bigger one in. The Dancer is keening as she does it. Face pressed into the mat, hands clenching in front of him. Ass high in the air.

She stares at him in satisfaction, and then bends, pulling one of his stones in her mouth, and one hand on his shaft, and she's licking up from his stones to… shit… there… He's still got the… thing… inside of him, but she's licking all around it, and the Dancer is practically crying he's so turned on. His shaft and stones are almost purple they're so hard, and Kylo's squirming in Rey, wondering if he can spurt just from seeingsomething, and oh fuck, her tongue is… he bites his lip, hard.

The Dancer is dripping. A long steady flow of clear pre-spurt just easing out of him.

Kelly runs her finger through it, and says, "Yes, it's clear you need a good draining."

Then she pulls away, twisting to the side, grabbing a belt and… Okay, that's definitely a dildo, and Rey quietly says, "I think I know what pegging is," as she fits the dildo into the belt, and Kylo would nod but he's afraid if he so much as moves a single muscle he's going to lose it and spurt right now.

And then Kelly is up on her knees, pulling the tool out of the dancer, and then she grabs his hips, "This might burn a little, but in a minute you're going to feel so good," and then she just slides on in deep and steady… and Rey's right… that's pegging, and she's leaning over the guy, pinning his wrists to the bed, and her hips are setting a long, slow, deep pace, and she's whispering in his ear about how pretty he is, and how sexy, and how good he feels and…

"Fuck…" goes sliding out of Kylo's mouth.

Okay, it's just physically not possible for Rey to pin him like that. She'd need an extra thirty centimeters at least, but… Oh… That looks good.

She can feel how he's watching it, and with a good grip on the base of his shaft, slips off of him. He shudders through that, because that was almost enough friction to tip him over. "Here… You get into the right position."

He's on his knees, face pressed into the bed, arms stretched in front of him, and it's true, she absolutely cannot pin his wrists with her hands. And, she also can't, comfortably, get her pelvis up against his ass in that position. His thighs are just too long in comparison to hers.

That said, she can use her Force to pin his wrists, and she can lay her hands on his ass, and it's not like they've got a strap-on dildo, or any sort of dildo, anyway, so… But her fingers work just fine, and she's very gently starting to ghost them down the cleft of his ass.

"How's this?"

Kylo exhales long and low, shuddering all through his body.

"And this?" Rey lays a kiss on his right butt cheek, and her lips are moving toward the midline, and…

"Wait…" He blushes. He hasn't gotten a shower since yesterday night, and, in general, on days like today where the most strenuous thing he did was move datapads from one side of his desk to the other, neither of them care much if he's gotten one in the last twelve hours, but if she's going to be licking his ass he wants it clean. "I need you to do that to me… really need that… in three minutes," and then he's in the refresher before she can even shift her hands.

If asked, Kylo will tell you that he does not like the sonic. Mostly because the frequency is supposed to be too high for human (and most humanoid) ears to pick up, but to him it sounds like some sort of small insect being tortured.

That said, there are exactly two situations where he prefers the sonic to soap and water. Both of which are coming into play right now.

The sonic gets you clean. It uses high-pitched vibrations and very fast puffs of air to remove dirt, oil, sweat, dead skin cells, whatever. Any and every bit of crud that could be on your skin or in your hair is gone by the time you get out of a sonic. (That's also part of why he doesn't like them. He feels sterilized stepping out of one, and most of the time he doesn't want to feel like a surgical instrument.)

The sonic is fast. In the amount of time he could pretty much just get wet and maybe apply the soap to his body, he's done in the sonic.

And since he wants to be very clean, and do it very fast, right now, it's exactly the tool for the job.

He's back in bed before the dents where his knees had been in the mattress have had time to smooth out.

That said, if this feels even half as good as it looked, he is going to ask for it again, but after they've played around in the bath, because, really, he prefers soap and water.

Three minutes.

Rey's almost about to call him back. Given her position… It's not like she couldn't decide for herself if he was clean enough to lick. After all, she had a good view and could absolutely smell him, but…

Three minutes gives her time.

She thought she knew this man, and his sexual response cycle, inside out and upside down, and all of the wiggly little squarks of it.

Apparently, there are surprises available for both of them.

She knows he likes having his butt played with. She could figure (if she had known what pegging was) that he'd like watching someone else get his butt played with.

These are not surprises.

No, it's how the therapist was playing with the dancer. It's Kylo responding to… Praise. The words. He'd thrill through whenever Kelly would call the Dancer baby or love or tell him he was doing so good. She's never played much with pet names for Kylo. They call each other love, sometimes, but that's more something he does for her, so she mirrors it back. Plus, calling him by his name is such a thing for him, the idea of coming up with little pet terms for him never really occurred to her.

Doing so good. Taking it so well. Look at you, so pretty… She likely should have figured that would do good things for him.

Kelly pinned the Dancer. She's got him down, on the bed, wrists held, and to a degree that leaves Rey cold. Too many… too much… everything. But Kylo… I need you to do that to me…

Again, it doesn't feel like a shocking revelation, or anything she shouldn't have put together sooner, but she can feel pieces sliding into place.

Control… That will always be a thing for us. Nothing ever grabbed me up and took me somewhere good.

Rey's going to grab him up, and take him somewhere good.

She's got an amused look on her face when ten seconds later he's out of the refresher, so clean he doesn't smell like… anything. She's not sure if she likes that. Kylo should smell like… well, himself, but…

Later.

"Eager, I take it?" She gently trails the tips of her fingers over his shaft, which didn't even start to droop he was in and out so fast.

"I really am."

She pats the bed. "On your knees, love. Get down for me."

Then he's on his knees again, ass high in the air, an all over sort of please just radiating off of him.

Every molecule of air in his lungs goes rushing out when Rey takes his shaft in her hand, gently pulls it back, takes his tip in her mouth, giving it a few gentle sucks, and then licks up it, over his stones, behind them, and then there.

It's deep and wet and silky and squirmy in all the right ways and it feels a million times better than it looked, and he's rocking back at her trying to get everything all at once.

She's got him pinned. Her Force is holding his wrists to the bed. He can't move his arms, and he probably can move his legs but he doesn't want to. He's got to just be there, feel it, and enjoy. There are a lot of things he's submitted to over the years, but this is the first time someone's made him enjoy.

"Oh, look at you, quivering for it!" She kisses from his spine to the tip of his shaft. "I love you wanting me like this."

He loves this. All he has to do is exist. Just be here and absorb love and pleasure. It's perfect.

"You're glowing, Kylo."

He doesn't know if he actually is or not, and feels too good to open his eyes and find out.

He probably can't spurt from this, but right now, that's fine. Right here, suffused with love and pleasure and… Force her tongue is so wet and so slick and it feels so… He doesn't have words for that. This is where he wants to be, right here, right now, everything is exactly how it should be.

He's partially aware of the feel of her Force summoning the massage oil. She pulls back and he pouts a little at that, but he can hear the click of the massage oil bottle opening, and his whole body thrills at that, because he knows what's coming next. Then there's the anticipation. His eyes are closed, face pressed to the bed, and he's just waiting, feeling the heat of her body between his legs, but right now she's not touching him.

And then she is. With a full body shudder, he relishes her hands, slick with oil, both of them, on his ass, rubbing in warm, firm circles. Then her finger, slick and firm slips into him, and it does burn, but it's a burn that settles into his shaft, making everything harder and more sensitive, and he wants to fist himself, but she's got his hands pinned.

"I've got you, Kylo. I'll make you feel so, so good."

He already does. So good. Too good.

"Force, you're beautiful like this, all golden and flushed and hot for me."

He whimpers. Beautiful spiked his desire, made electric pleasure arc through him.

"That's it, pretty love, that's it… Just hold out a little more. Let me watch you like this, gorgeous." Her finger is stroking in small, sure circles inside of him, and he knows she can feel how much he's loving this, and her, and how she's making him feel right now. "You're doing so good, love. So good."

He takes a moment to just breathe. Riding the feel of her in and on him, and breathing through the pleasure and pulse of her touching that little spot inside of him.

"Ahhhh… Look at you, so hard and eager…" Her other hand is just ghosting along his shaft. Gliding on the drop of slick at his tip. "So wet… Do you want me to lick it?"

His face is pressed to the bed, otherwise he'd be in danger of giving himself whiplash he'd be nodding so hard.

He feels her finger twist inside of him as she shifts position, slipping below him, between his legs, and then her mouth is on the tip of his shaft, her tongue stroking over the underside, and he's right on the edge, feeling the floor peeling away from under him a hair at a time.

He doesn't have to say it, his stones are in her hand, and her mind is in his body, she can feel him both as a matter of her physical body on his, and her mind in his… She uses her mind to talk to him, That's it, love, feel it. So hot and hard and ready for me. Ride it, beautiful, don't fall over yet, just feel it.

Force! He is. He's right there, all through his body. Usually, here, a hair's breadth away, his body is focused down to his shaft and stones, but right now… Right now he's focused on them, yes, but… It's not just them. This one… it's his low belly, and ass, and thighs, and everything's just, almost, there.

His jaw is clenched, and his hips are rolling, slowly, he's pulling this moment just that much further out. He knows if he were to thrust, hard and fast, he'd be done in a stroke, two at most. So this is just a long, slow roll, pulling that much more friction out of the slide of her mouth against him.

She's sucking and pressing in tandem, getting that spot that makes him feel the twitch and pulse of his spurt, without tipping over the edge. There you go, sweet boy. I can taste you on my tongue. Delicious. Up love, on your knees. Want you deep in me when you spurt.

He scrambles up, and wobbles for a moment before she helps him get stable. Then he's kneeling, and she's in front of him. Hand in my hair, love.

Hands, right, he's got hands. His left one cradles the back of her head, fingers twining in her hair, as he guides her toward him, keeping his stroke shallow, no matter how much he wants to plunge.

Mmmm… Deeper, sweet love. You can go deeper.

That just tingles through him, along with the sight of it. Looking down at her, her lips wrapped around his shaft as it vanishes between her lips.

With permission he snaps his hips forward, shaft deep in her mouth, and as he does, she follows with her fingers, thrusting into him as he does to her, and one… two… her mouth on him, wet and suck, fingers inside, press and thrust and on two he's gone, twitching and moaning, body vibrating with his release.

He wants to watch, to see her swallow him down, but his vision goes white, and the room fritzes out, and for a moment there's just the feel of it.

Then he's back, in his body, mind, and room. His vision is back online, and he watches her twitch as he's coming down, panting, tingling all over at it.

She looks up at him, grinning, and then pulls back a bit, wiping some of his spurt off of her lips, licking it off her fingers.

His eyes close and he shudders through that. Then he feels like he weighs a million kilos, and every muscle in his body has worked long and hard. Kylo flops back on the bed.

Rey snuggles in close to him, and for a moment they both breathe.

Finally, he says, "You're good, too, right?"

He feels her nod, and the amusement in her mind as she says, "You think I didn't ride along on your good time? That was…"

"Amazing."

"Yeah."

He feels loose and calm and light and so, so good.

"So, we going to get one of them?" Rey asks.

He nestles in close to her. "Yeah. I loved you doing that to me." He's petting her hair before he thinks to ask, "Did you like doing it?"

He knows she rode his release, so she liked feeling it through him, but that's not what he's asking.

"Oh yeah. It's… A kick, seeing you like that. All spread out and begging for it. I'll happily do that again."

"Good. I really liked that. You… taking care of me like that." And again, she knows that he likes their regular sex too, but this is a different sort of taking care of him.

Rey raises up on her elbow. "I'll always take care of you…" Now that she's not going at it hot, pet names aren't just tripping off her lips.

He's looking at her curiously. He can feel she's looking for something.

"Darling?" Rey shakes her head at that. It doesn't feel right. "I'll find something."

"Something?" He's blinking, too sleepy and blissed out to really follow what she's thinking.

"You like the pet names. I'll find one for you."

He grins at her, and pets her face. "Anything… Anything from your lips makes me happy."