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Rey stretches luxuriously. "That was a really good idea."

Kylo's on his own massage table, blissed out, and certainly contemplating moving, but not exactly feeling a need to do it, yet. "It really was."

"Just to make sure I understand the plan, we just… get up… after this?"

He rolls over. "I'm not saying we've got to, but… There's something I want to do, and… It'll be more fun if we leave off sex for after."

"Are you going to tell me what this something is?"

He smiles at her, eyes traveling over her naked, glistening skin. He bites his lip, and thinks about what they might get… "Is knowing more fun, or not knowing?"

She could know easily. A moment of focus, and she'd pull it right out of his head. He's not, on any level, shielding right now, he's just not projecting, either. So, Rey takes a moment to decide which is more fun, anticipating or knowing. "Tell me."

"The shop I got the panties at. It didn't just sell undies."

"You got that strap there, too."

"I did. They sold… a lot of things there. And… They… cater to men. Probably most of them have tastes that align more closely with Poe's than mine, but…"

Now she's looking at him very curiously.

"I wanted to get something for you to enjoy me in. I figured a place that catered to guys who were narrow for other guys would have stuff like that."

"Oh…"

"I looked around some, and they had dildos, and a lot of other things, but… It was store for men, so… I didn't see what we'd need for you to be able to play with one properly. So… We rub off some, get dressed again, and there are shops here that are for men and women, so… Want to go to sex shop with me? Go look at all the toys. Find something to play with tonight?"

Rey's eyes are glowing, and she's hopping off the table, reaching for a towel to rub some of the oil off.

It takes a little while to find a store. Kylo knows they have to have them on this ship. They walked by a pile of them on the way here, but… Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the really good massage, maybe it's the thrum of what feels like a billion other horny, drunk people, but he knows they got turned around somewhere on the walk, and…

Well, they're exploring.

Neither of them mind though. They're walking slowly, holding hands, brushing hips or shoulders every few steps, enjoying, very much, the way this bit of the F-Deck feels.

Not in a rush, just wandering, they're walking past a lot of places that offer… all sorts of 'services' apparently. Not all of them have open windows, but some do, and…

It's not like anyone near them is moving particularly quickly, either.

Do you think it's okay to just… watch? Rey thinks to Kylo as they're walking more and more slowly, staring at two women behind a window doing things that neither of them had ever seen two women do, but both of them wouldn't mind seeing more of.

I mean… There's a window right in front of them, so… I can't imagine it's not. He's rapidly taking a lot of mental notes because, well, the ladies on the other side of the glass seem to like what they're doing, so Rey might, too. More importantly, Rey is standing next to him, also watching, eyes wide, breath perking up, so… He's got some ideas for later, now.

They aren't the only people walking very slowly with somewhat glazed eyes. And, though he's not looking, it's also not escaping his notice that just about every man here who didn't spurt in the last half hour or so it at least somewhat stiff. Apparently, walking proud on this part of the deck is just- they both look at another open window… this one most certainly does not have any women behind it… it also doesn't have too many women in front of it- appropriate.

There are extremely relaxed people wandering around, having recently had a good time. And some very eager ones looking for a good time. And a not inconsiderable number in between, strolling, or lounging, or sitting, with a friend, or friends, petting, kissing… more than petting and kissing.

Rey doesn't think anyone in her line of view is actually having sex. But a decent number of them likely will be, very soon. If they'll seek out somewhere more private than the middle of this hallway, she doesn't know, or for that matter, care.

If there was anything Rey would change about it, it's the fact that it's really loud. Voices, of course. The rest of the F-Deck is loud like that, too. But unlike the rest of the F-Deck, now that they've found the market again, every other door is a club of some sort, most of which appear to have pictures of naked people on them, and very loud music coming out of them.

Unlike the Spec shops with the windows, these clubs don't offer a view of what's inside, but there are lines to get in, and very eager looking people waiting, and fairly drunk, randy, happy people staggering out, so…

If it weren't for the noise, Rey would be happy to suggest they head into one and explore, but they're just too damn loud.

Kylo's actually a little surprised that he's not seeing much fighting. This many drunk people in one area generally goes along with fighting, but…

Maybe it's something in the drinks.

Maybe it's the fact that everyone here can bring anyone else up on charges if they get into a fight.

Maybe they're just here on a good day.

However, it is, he's pleased not to be dodging a brawl.

Eventually, though, there's a shop, and Kylo doesn't know why he nudges them toward that particular shop instead of the one next to it, or the one across the hall, but… So far just trusting and going with the flow's worked really well tonight, so…

Through the window they can see models of people wearing very small bits of shiny/silky clothing that doesn't cover very much of their bodies, and the name emblazoned on the front window is "The Treasure Trove."

This is probably the right sort of place. Kylo thinks, holding the door open for Rey.

As they step in… I think you're right.

Though Kylo's a little less sure of that. This place has a lot of clothing, on mannequins, and being worn by attractive members of several sexes who may be employees, or possibly clients. (He never thought a shirt, vest, and kilt would constitute as overdressed, but he'd also never spent any time on this section of the F-Deck before. Not that on the F-Deck, there's anything that constitutes a dress code, but, out here, the mores regarding acceptable clothing are relaxed.)

The reason he's not sure if this is the kind of place he's looking for is that all he's seeing is clothing. (Granted, that may be enough, as his eyes snap upon a… he's going to call it a thing, because it's certainly a thing, made of some sort of strappy black stuff, and brighter blue stuff, and a cloud of tiny sparkly bits, that's just barely brushing the underside of the model's butt, and no matter what this thing is, it'd look fucking AMAZING on Rey. He notices her gazing off in a different direction, and he's not entirely sure if she's looking at the fit young guy in what appears to be some sort of head to toe sparkly rainbow glitter and nothing else or the woman next to him, wearing... Well he knows the bottom part is probably a skirt, though he's not sure if you call it a skirt when it's wider than it's long, maybe it's a hip band, and two matching rainbow sparkly disks over her nipples.)

"I like your idea of a date," Rey says, still gazing at… Sparkly Guy. "You ever contemplate adding body glitter to your wardrobe."

He rubs his lips together. "Only for extremely private gatherings." Then he quirks a very tiny smile. He bends his lips to her ears. "You want to see me sparkle, lightling?"

"I wouldn't mind." She's looking up at him, thinking of her quest for pet names that work for her darkling, and makes a mental note to look up stones that are black and sparkly. She's got the sense there has to be something like that, and even if it won't work as a pet name, it might be useful for making some sort of token of affection.

"I'll remember that." They're both distracted from that as someone walks toward them in very shiny, head to toe, black… Kylo doesn't know what it is, beyond very, very shiny. It looks like it was poured over the person wearing it. "That can't be comfortable," falls out of his mouth.

Rey doesn't grimace, but she does look somewhat appalled. "Do you think she can breathe?"

"I assume she's got to be able to." After all, the lady in question is up and walking around, so she's got to be able to breathe, and probably see, but the face part of it is just skin tight, solid, shiny black.

"I don't like that," Rey says.

Kylo's nodding. "Yeah, for me, that's the opposite of sexy." He keeps looking as she walks past. The outfit makes a sort of bizarre creaky-squeek as she moves. "And that's the end of my stand."

She's laughing a little as she says, "I'll put that on the never list."

"Thank you." He takes her hand, and pulls her a little further into the store. "Let's see if they've got the sort of things I was thinking about."

Oh, they do. It takes a bit of wandering around, through the racks and shelves of clothing, and the interestingly costumed models before they find the room that does not have toys in it, but does have… entertainment options, and small cubbies where one can privately (or in small groups) view said entertainment options. ("Don't they have viewers at home?" Rey asks. Kylo shrugs. "If we were on D or E, I'd get it, most enlisted are in dorms, so a small private place you can rent by the hour makes sense, but…" he shrugs again. They appear to be popular though. Most of the doors have the In Use sign on them.) But, through that room, into another one is more of what Kylo had in mind.

He's not sure if he should be relieved or disappointed by the lack of models in here. Part of him is relieved because he's not sure he needs to see how all of this stuff works. Part is disappointed because he just doesn't know what a lot of this stuff is and seeing someone use it would likely help him decide if it's something to investigate further.

They're not the only people back here, but there are a lot fewer than the front of the store. Kylo doesn't mind that, at all.

"What were you hoping to get?" Rey asks.

At least a dildo, one you can use. Beyond that, whatever tickles your fancy?

She smiles, drifts over to a tube of… slick… Poe calls that stuff slick, which he supposes makes sense, and holds it up. "It's got flavors."

He's right next to her, looking down. "Gods, there are what, thirty options here?"

She nudges a bottle on the next shelf. "Of just that one brand."

"Fuck! Uh… Do we want flavors?" He's pretty sure he doesn't want flavors, at least not for anything he's going to be licking. He shifts so he's standing behind her, and rests his chin against her shoulder. The scent of the oil Amilie used on her is still about her skin, and that's yummy… So, maybe flavors, or at least scents would be good.

He looks down, and there's a little gape at the top of the dress, so he can see down. The swell of Rey's belly means he can't see all the way down, but he knows what's below that gentle curve, and… No flavors there. There, she should taste like Rey, and maybe his spurt mixed with her, but that's it.

Rey's still holding the box. Maybe she might want flavors for his skin?

Rey shrugs a bit. "I don't know. Uh…" She picks up a bottle and checks the price. Her eyes go wide. "Uh… how much money do we have?"

Kylo blinks. He looks at the price. Going by prices, this is not the sort of place he got the strap and sexy undies at. He wonders if they're just in a more expensive section (possible) or if local prices on the Supremacy are a lot higher than on the Finalizer (maybe?) but one bottle of slick here costs more than his entire fun underwear for himself expenditure so…

"Let me check." He glances around, makes sure no one is paying attention to him, and then casts the do-not-look spell. Once that's done, he ports back to their rooms, grabs his personal datapad, and checks to see what's in their credit account. He knows he cleared out his account back in the fourth month of last year, turned it all to cash, and funneled that into Lirium, but right now… Shit, it's been almost a year, and he thinks the only things he's bought with his Amidala credit stick were his last shopping trip, a few meals, and the Gidi Prime trip, which more than paid for itself.

Fifty-two thousand six hundred and eleven credits. Apparently, the little boogers pile up pretty quickly when you don't really buy things. He figures he's got to make about five thousand credits a month now, and wonders if that's a lot for someone in his position. He's got the sinking suspicion that it's probably not.

No matter, it's a lot for what they want to do, even in a place where slick costs 80C per tube.

He ports back with his do-not-look spell still in place, and doesn't drop it until he's standing next to Rey again. She's holding a small blister pack, and says, "They have sample packs."

"Good."

"How are we set for credits?"

Fifty thousand. He stops there. Forty-five. I want to make sure I've got more than enough to repay Jon.

Good point. She holds up two sample packs. "This one is flavors, and that one is slipperiness. They make different kinds for different sorts of sex."

His eyebrows raise at that, and he looks at the different kinds of slipperiness pack, reading the back. "Huh…" Apparently, massage oil might not be the best possible option for when she's using her fingers on him. That said, he's a little curious about the 'absolutely no friction at all' one. "How do you think that feels?"

"No idea. I'd guess you'd mostly just get the sensation of stretch, and not moving so much. We'll have to try it out."

He nods a bit, and decides that experimenting is going to be fun. He looks down again at the list of options. "I'd think the numbing one would defeat the purpose."

Rey shrugs. "Maybe if you're the kind of guy who spurts in ten seconds," she says as they head to the next aisle.

The next shelf is slicks. LOTS of slicks. He and Rey glance at each other, because like with lube, there's just so many more options than either of them would, or could, have possibly dreamed of.

"How different can they be?" Rey asks.

Kylo shrugs. "I guess… I mean, we've got more than just humans here, so…" There are a lot of different types of boxes. But, judging by the names and the pictures, most of them seem to be made for humans. "Still seems like a lot."

Rey's looking around at all the options, and at how surprised Kylo seems to be by this many options, too. "How'd you get… You don't shop. How did you get the ones we used?"

He blushes a little, looking away from the boxes that have sizes. "Uh… They just sort of… Came with the room." Looking around he's getting the sense that First Order accommodations don't necessarily come equipped with slicks. "And… uh… replenished themselves."

Rey's looking really amused by this story. "So, you just… what? Opened a drawer and found them?"

He looks a little embarrassed. "That's uh, actually… kind of right." He bites his lip. He told Hux he needed rooms, specified what he wanted in the way of entrances, and then a few days later, he had his current space. In the drawers under his bed, were his vitamin packs and protein bars (all of which he immediately threw away, back then he didn't eat anything he didn't fetch for himself) and a tube with slicks in it. "I'd never seen one in a package before, so I had to open it to figure out what it was."

"Hadn't you used one before?"

Twice, and then once after he got that room, but before he and Rey began moving toward becoming he and Rey. "Yes, but I didn't put it on myself, and wasn't exactly paying attention to how it worked." And he certainly hadn't been aware that sizes were a thing, and… maybe they don't actually have to be quite as snug as the ones that just pop up in his room.

"Oh." Rey's looking at the packages when a thought hits her. "Something just… goes into your room and takes stock of everything?"

Kylo blinks. He supposes it's possible that his shampoo and conditioner are some sort of magical never-ending fonts of hygiene equipment, but that seems rather unlikely. He's also fairly sure that in the almost two years they've been doing this, and the more than three since he got to the Supremacy that he's still on the same toothbrush and container of toothpowder, but actually thinking about it, that seems rather unlikely.

"Yes? It's like laundry, I think. A droid comes in, restocks stuff, changes out the sheets, gets the dirty clothing, returns the clean ones."

She nods at that. "Uh… No matter where we end up using these, I think they get to live on Lirium, or wherever we end up."

Kylo opens and closes his mouth and then nods. "Probably a good plan."

Kylo's still looking at the packs. He's got a suspicion that the one he gave Jacen likely got replaced, but… There are so many options here, not just size-wise, too. Different shapes, and textures, and materials, and colors… Colors seems kind of stupid to him, but textures and materials… Maybe they… feel different or something.

'Ultra thin-super strong-maxxx sensitivity…' None of those things sound bad to him. So, he grabs a pack. (In size large. Mostly just because he can.)

"I thought you didn't much like them," Rey's looking curiously at the pack he just grabbed, not even starting to imagine why he wants that.

"I mean… I don't, not really. It cuts down on a lot of the sensation. But, I've been reliably told they cut down on clean up a lot, and… Well…" I know where I want the dildo to go. He grabs a small pack, too. And your fingers.

Rey thinks about that for a moment, and then nods. "That's a good idea." She looks at the first pack, sees the size, and then thinks to him, Oh… For you?

He flashes her a lightly naughty glances, and taps the key words on the package. Maybe… Been, thinking… We both…you know… can do that. He feels a little flushed. Not blushing, because he's not embarrassed, this is an aroused flush, and it's good.

Rey turns that idea over for a moment. That… might feel good.

I like it.

Would you like… doing it?

He shifts slightly, widening his stance and leaning back a little, and then meaningfully glances down. There's a definite bulge under his kilt. It's not as visible as it would be in many of his trousers, the leather is doing its job, but it's certainly there.

I'll take that as a yes.

He kisses her jaw, and then lips, and whispers, "Oh yes!" His hand drifts down, resting on her low back. He's tempted to let it settle on her bum, but… they are in public, and… "You want me to try?"

She kisses him. "We can certainly play with it."

They're both grinning as the move to the next section.

After a whole aisle of slicks, they round the corner and find… Things.

"Okay, what do you think that is?" Rey asks staring at the thing. It's a long, flat paddle looking thing, with a leather handle and some shiny studs along the flat side.

Kylo purses his lips. He very much did not expect to see something like that here, though some of the specialties that didn't immediately make sense to him are starting to come into view.

Rey's staring at him, because she can read the way he's looking at… the thing.

He offers up a limp half smile. "I mean… I know. I just didn't know you could buy something like that…" he glances down the shelf, there are a lot of variations on the theme of what Rey's looking at on this shelf. "or..." he gestures to some of the other things, "those, here."

"Well, what is it?"

"A flogger. You use it to hit people. Hard, a lot."

"Why do you know that?" Rey asks, very afraid that he's going to say he's got personal experience with them.

"Not like that." He sighs. "Historical conditioning methods were part of what Hux was constantly researching and sometimes testing. Different sorts of pain get different sorts of responses, and these were all in the things that 'didn't work' category. This was considered better than a whip, because it hurts, but won't break skin, so there's less chance of infection… Some of those reports he was reading were old enough they predated bacta." Looking at floggers for sale, here, Kylo's wondering why Hux kept reading reports about techniques that didn't work.

"Oh."

"Yeah, so… eight thousand years ago, they used to use these to keep troops in line, but I had no idea-" and suddenly he does. Suddenly those bite marks on Phasma make a hell of a lot more sense. And Hux's collection of reports, and… "Oh."

An eyebrow rises. "Oh?"

"Uh… The Princeling. The one who couldn't keep it down when you were smacking him. Uh…" Both of them look at an aisle filled with things to hit people with.

"Ohhh…" They both say, together, looking scandalized. Then another bit of working with Unthar and Amilie clicks into place.

Kylo looks back at the flogger and then swallows hard. "Transformative pain. The vocation he wasn't drawn to."

Rey winces a little. "Ew."

They don't linger in that aisle.

Neither of them know what the stuff in the next aisle is.

"Obviously the people who sell them expect you to get it from the names and pictures," Rey says, looking at a 'Your pussy's best friend, The Hare.' (Neither she, nor Kylo, know what a pussy or a hare is. And the picture on the box is not helping the issue. If Rey were to describe it, she'd say it's a kind of thumb shaped blob with some floppy bits on top.)

Kylo's holding up a different box and a small, roundish, vaguely squishy thing that fits in his palm, but he's got no idea what you do it with. "It's for women? Pearl Pleaser, that's got to be for women, right?"

"That looks like a woman on the box," Rey says, taking the box from him. "Fifteen pulsing, rumbling, vibrating levels of orgasmic pleasure in a compact pearl-pleasing package. What's orgasmic?"

Kylo shrugs. He's flipping the thing over and over in his hand. It's triggering a very faint memory. "Uh… Pearls. They come from oysters. This thing, I think, kind of looks like an oyster. Maybe? I don't think oysters are pink and squishy."

Rey's still looking at the box. Then she takes the Pearl Pleaser from Kylo, and pokes it deliberately. There is a cleft in it, and she can work her finger in between the layers of the cleft. It's not closed tightly, though the lips are sort of snug and fleshy. "You can put something… your pearl maybe, in here?"

"How's it feel?" Kylo can, sort of, imagine that maybe it's like having the smallest lips ever pursed around your pearl, and that could probably feel good. Maybe rub it back and forth or something. He's not sure where pulsing and vibrating would come in though.

She hands it to him, and he grabs the back end of it, which is when it turns on and suddenly 'fifteen levels of plusing, rumbling, vibrating orgasmic pleasure' begins to take shape for Rey. Her mouth falls open, and she very quietly says, "Oh."

Kylo watches her, the tip of her finger in the thing that's sort of purring in his hand, and thinks at her. Okay, I don't care what the hell it is this thing actually is. Anything that makes you look like that is coming home with us.

She smiles at him, and does pull her finger out, motioning for him to try it, and… It's… buzzing gently around the tip of his finger. "That's… intriguing." He's watching it sort of pulse as it buzzes. He gives the base another squeeze and it begins to do it harder. Rey gives the base another squeeze and Kylo yelps in surprise when something on the inside of it begins to flick the tip of his finger.

"What was that?" Rey asks.

"I don't… a tiny little tongue or something."

"Wait, really?" She's yanking it off his finger, and trying it on hers and… "Oh…" The most amazed expression is on her face. "If it was warm… That's… It's not dead on, but… It sort of feels like when you lick and suck at the same time. Just... smaller."

Kylo squeezes the bottom again, and now it's Rey's turn to yelp. "Oh… Okay, that's probably too much, but… The… lips are vibrating now."

Kylo tries it on his finger again, and… "If you could fit a shaft into one of these things… I mean… Probably not regularly, but…" Regular sex, meal sex, ending up the night with a glow sex, is usually pretty lazy and relaxed, belly to belly, on their sides, kissing and petting, and he doesn't see how that thing would literally fit into the picture. But… for their more… energetic nights…

Rey's nodding. "Not regularly, but… We should take this home."

Kylo's also nodding, but as he's looking around… There are at least seventy different variations on the theme of this thing sitting around them. "This one, or…" he gestures to all of the others.

"Let's stay with this one for now." Rey's got it in her hand, and is trying to figure out how to turn the bloody thing off. This is the display one, so it shouldn't be sitting on the shelf vibrating forever, right?

Eventually, (apparently you have to just keep squeezing until it's gone through its entire array of settings) she gets it turned off. And while she's doing that, Kylo continues to read the box. "It's waterproof."

"You've already got plans for that thing, don't you?"

He grins at her. "I've read Jedi texts indicating that there are ways to slow down respiration to the point of appearing near death, if one needs to survive in a low oxygen environment. But you know, the people who wrote that were thinking about how to survive a collapsed cave, of if you were in a ship with a hull breach, not how to lick maomao in your bath."

Rey laughs at that. "And is that what you want to do with that?"

"You in my lap, on my shaft, that on you, both of us in the bath… It'd be warm in the water, right?"

"It would. Both of us slow and lazy, rocking up and down, letting the water and the… pearl pleaser do all the work."

He's flush to her back, nuzzling behind her ear. "Some night when we're both feeling tired. Set it on low, and just let it ease you over the edge, and I'll ride along on your good time?"

She wriggles against him a bit, focuses on how wet she feels, how slick and needy, and then blasts him with the sensation of it.

Kylo's teeth find the nape of her neck, and he bites down, gently, to muffle his moan.

Kylo supposes there would have to be toys for the partner that does the penetrating part of sex. (Apparently, they do make pearl pleaser type things that a shaft can fit into, and they found them in the next aisle.) And 'masturbatory sleeve' is probably a fine term to describe the things they're looking at. And most of them, are… things that exist. He doesn't feel one way or another about them. (Before Rey, his opinion would have been significantly different.)

But there's one of them. On a… stand or stool, or something to keep it about hip high for an average-sized human male. And… Yeah… If he were to design one, it wouldn't look like that. It'd probably look like the dozen other ones on the shelf that appear to be mostly cylindrical shapes for sticking your shaft in.

This one… He's fairly sure he's had nightmares that were less scary than this thing.

Rey's just staring at it in abject horror. Finally, she says, "Do you think whoever designed this has ever seen a human woman?"

In that they're staring at something that looks like a Hutt with ridiculously large, and bizarrely off to the sides boobs, with a delta, anus, and mouth, but no head or face, none of which look like anything he'd ever want to get any part of his body any closer than it already is to, and all of which are oddly proportioned in addition not being where he'd think you'd want to put them for easy thrusting access, he says, "Not only do I not think they've ever seen one, I also don't think these are designed for species that enjoy fucking them."

Rey nods slowly, still staring at it. That's a good point. Humans are the majority species on the Supremacy, not the only one. "What do you think it feels like?"

Kylo raises an eyebrow, and then says, "There are not enough credits in the universe to pay me to touch that thing."

"Coward."

"Your fingers work just as well as mine do…"

She reaches out a hesitant finger, and slips it inside the "mouth" before yanking it back with a "Uhajh!" sound.

He's looking alarmed.

"It's cold, and wet. Ughlh… And there are teeth." She shudders, shaking her hand as if she could remove the feel of that thing.

Kylo decides to be "helpful." "I think you're supposed to turn it on." He gestures to the little switch on the base it's attached to.

Rey stares at the switch, like she's half afraid turning it on will be the equivalent of turning on a lightsaber pointed directly at her eye. Stepping as far away from the thing as she can, but still hitting the button with her toe, she nudges it.

The only good thing that can be said for the "masturbatory sleeve" is that it's quiet. Otherwise everyone else in the shop would have been staring at them when it whirled to life, wriggling and squirming.

Rey watches it for a moment, and then says, "You know, when we bait hooks to catch fish, the bait does that right when the hook goes through it."

Kylo's looking at the floor, vibrating with unvoiced laughter. That said, looking up at how it's moving, he's at least starting to understand how it's possible something like that might feel good. Putting his hand near it, he still doesn't want to touch it, he can feel it's warmed up, too…

His eyes narrow just a bit, contemplating it, and then he licks his lips, shakes his head, and says, "Peaches. Ripe, sun-warmed, peaches."

Rey sniggers a bit, and they move on.

The next aisle is the only one that hits them differently. Radically differently.

Like with the pearl pleasers, it takes them a moment to figure out what they're looking at. But only a moment. Restraints. Cuffs. Ties. Ropes. Extremely focused field generators. It takes a moment for them to figure out what the ones with the long bars in between the cuffs are for.

Rey goes cold looking at them.

Kylo feels it, and he pulls his own reaction, going hot, deep inside, shielded.

She's got a pure spike of revulsion. And it makes sense. Someone (someones?) literally held her down.

They go through quickly, and he tries not to pay too much attention to the box with the picture of a man kneeling, a neck cuff, with a chain down the back to two wrist cuffs, and two ankle cuffs. He stuffs how much the idea of it, kneeling, chained, at her disposal… knowing, trusting… that she'd treat him right. That he could offer himself up to her, be entirely hers, and be cherished for it, lights him up inside.

Maybe, one day, that might be a game they could play, but he knows now isn't the time.

The next aisle is cock straps, and that's familiar territory until they're about a third of the way down, past the metal ones, when they start to change.

Kylo's got one in his hand, staring at it intently, mostly trying to figure out how to get it off quickly, without breaking it. This one is a soft, snug but somewhat stretchy plexiplast, so it's not like either of them could remove it easily, especially if he's in Rey while using it.

As he's twisting it in his hands, going through the mental gymnastics of how to get it on and off, (Namely, he understands that somehow this is supposed to end up behind his stones, but since it doesn't open, he's not sure how to make that happen.) he notices that there's this lump on the one side. He remembers that the one snap on his strap was in the right place for Rey to rub against it, so he can sort of understand the value of the bump. It's while he's tugging on the plexiplast, seeing how stretchy it really it, that it starts to buzz in his hand.

Rey's been standing next to him, not really commenting, because she's not the one who wears these, but that's got her attention. She rests her finger on the nub, and that's an awfully pleasant little buzz there.

Rey just grabs one of the boxes, as Kylo tries to figure out how to turn it off. Eventually, he notices that if you twist the plexiplast, it turns on or off. Once he's got that figured, he puts it back.

Rey's holding one toward him with a big grin. Because one that buzzes for her and holds him tight is apparently interesting to her.

The box she's given him is pretty much the one that'd been in his hand. The one he can't figure out how to remove easily. And, until he can figure out how to spurt wearing one, not being able to take it off mid-communing is a deal breaker. "I want to be able to get it off fast."

She nods, and they go looking for another one with snaps.

It takes some searching but Rey comes back to him with one with snaps, and protrusions that vibrate for a female partner, and it's also got an attached plug for him, and, it looks like that vibrates, too. Kylo's just staring at the picture of the thing on the box, nodding, as his mouth goes dry in a very good sort of way.

"I take it that's a yes," she gently rubs against the front of him, which actually is managing to protrude straight out, leather kilt be damned.

Kylo makes a noise along the lines of "Nrgh," and then gets enough of his brain back online to whimper slightly, and then, just because he can, he focuses on how he feels right now, and how he assumes this thing is going to feel, and Rey also whimpers as he shares it with her.

She's looking up at him, eyes bright, lips wet, and says, "You know, I think I know what those cubbies are for in the entertainment rooms." And possibly why no one in the outside hall was having sex, though a lot of them were awfully close to it. After all, it'd be fairly easy to be here, fifty kilometers, and likely several hours from your room, and just need a little privacy. Fast.

He inhales so fast he squeaks. All they've got to do is go over to one of those little cubbies, stick his credit stick in the slot, and… soundproof privacy for however long they want it.

"We should probably buy the stuff, first, right?"

Rey doesn't know, but she assumes that's true. "Probably."

Kylo thinks about that, getting in line, paying, going back… The things in his hand, cleaning up before using them… having room to spread out and… Those cubbies are kind of small. He's sure he can sit in one, he's not sure he can lie down, and… "Next time. I want…"

She's grinning up at him. She knows what he wants. She wants that, too. "Besides, I want to get something to see you in, and we haven't even gotten to the clothing, so…"

Kylo whimpers at that, too. "We really need to do this again."

"We really do. Maybe there are reviews and we can research what we get next time."

His eyes spark. That sounds like the kind of research he'll enjoy.

It's the next aisle that has what Kylo was hoping for. Land of the dildos. And the strap-harness things necessary for them to work for women. There's an entire section of the things devoted to women using them on men and each other, and he more or less zips past the ones that are for use on their own and homes right on in on the ones for use with a partner.

Rey's smiling, amused, aroused, and then right up behind him, her body flush to his, as she whispers against his shoulder, "So, this is why we're here?"

Her hands slip down to his hips. There's another couple a little further down the aisle, so they don't move toward his shaft, which is happily defying gravity. (And the leather kilt. Though she does tug his shirt down a bit.) She just holds her hands on his hips, right against the crest of his hipbones, and he can imagine it so clearly, bent over, at her mercy, at her pleasure, her hands pulling him close, the way he does to her when he's just got to get that much deeper, when deeper is better, when he wants to push so far into her that their bodies meld and melt into one another.

But there is another couple a little further down the aisle.

So, he doesn't moan, out loud. He bites his lip, holds her hands, floods her with the image of him on his belly, hips up, writhing, humping the bed because he needs, waiting for her, as she slicks up one of these dildos, and then uses his Force to stroke a long, firm almost lick against her pearl.

He's very satisfied to feel her shudder against his back.

And then he's very surprised when he remembers that anything he can do to her, she can do back, and that she does not need to be visibly touching him to make him shudder all over, too.

He hits her with the fact that his undies are wet now, and how hard he is, and how much he wants all of this right now, along with a fantasy of her bent over in front of him, skirt flipped up, as he pounds into her from behind, kilt between his teeth to keep it out of the way, everyone else in the damn store watching as he makes her scream.

She ups the play, still holding his hips, but adding just a little mental pressure to his back, between his shoulder blades, letting him know she wants him to bend forward. He doesn't, the other couple are very carefully not paying any attention to them, but still… He does tilt his hips a bit, rubbing his butt against her, and feels her give a little thrust against it.

The image she gives him with it, what it would look like from her point of view to have him bent over in this store, his skirt up, begging her for it, makes his knees week and his shaft throb.

His hands fist. You win. He steps away, because if they keep doing this, he's going to spurt in his shorts like a randy teen. He also turns a bit away from the other couple, and discretely (or as discretely as possible) adjusts himself, so the tip of his shaft is tucked under the waistband of his kilt, and not doing it's best to go wandering off and into Rey. The whole point of this thing is it was supposed to be heavy enough to keep it down.

Not so I'd stare at you and enjoy how pretty your legs are?

That's a side benefit.

She's smiling up at him. Are you saying I've lifted your spirits?

Among other things.

That gets a laugh from her. "Well now. Which one do we want?"

It's a multitude of options. The damn things not only come in every color, texture, shape, and size imaginable, they also move and whirl and vibrate, and come with odd bumps and twists and…

It doesn't take too long for both of them to get overwhelmed.

Finally, Rey says, "Okay, lets start here, how big do you want this thing to be?"

The gargantuan ones all seem to be back on the side that Kylo more or less sprinted past. The ones in front of them still have a fairly good range of sizes though.

"Is it just about what I want?" Kylo asks.

Rey nods. Then she glances down to the slightly better camouflaged, but not particularly smaller or softer bulge under Kylo's kilt. She doesn't touch, doesn't add her Force to that look, but he still feels it. "I think so. You already come equipped with everything I want in this direction."

He flushes in pleasure at that. Still… "You sure?" He's gesturing around. "It doesn't just have to be for me."

"You're right, it doesn't, but right now it is. We already got a toy for me, remember?"

He goes glance down at his hand and remember that he's carrying around the pearl pleaser for her, so… "Okay." He looks around at the array of options. "Uh… When you do it to me, how many fingers are you using?"

That gets a surprised look on Rey's face. "You can't tell?"

He shrugs. "I'm more or less just enjoying how it feels, I don't spend to much time trying to figure out what exactly you're doing." He smirks at that. I'd likely be shit at sucking cock, too. Beyond the most general level, I've got no idea what you're doing, just that I like it.

She breaks out laughing at that. You just broke Unthar's heart.

He rolls his eyes. And then looks meaningfully at all of the options.

Rey holds up her index finger and wiggles it around.

He nods. "Small then." He bites his lip, eyes wandering around. "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

He glances toward the other couple. They, stubbornly, have not decided to go wandering off. Kylo switches entirely to mental conversation. The little ones look kind of stupid on the strap.

Rey chuckles. Yeah, well, you're not going to have much of a view of it.

Not while you're doing it. He picks one up. The smallest, and closest to her finger size, of the bunch. It just kind of looks… sad.

It doesn't have to be small. Just get what you like. Also, when are you planning on looking at it when I'm not using it.

He hits her with his mental image of her wearing something like this, slicking it up, standing in front of him while he's eagerly waiting for her.

"Oh."

Kylo nods. Yeah. He glances to the strap-on in his hand. This doesn't look like the one in my head.

She smiles at him, and again looks at what's under the kilt. The one in your head looks a lot like the one in your shorts.

He smiles at that, and bites his lip. What's in my shorts is not purple plexiplast. He's not entirely sure why his mental image of a dildo is purple plexiplast, but it is. He does take a few steps nearer to a purple one.

Size-wise.

He's holding the purple dildo. It's… not as big as he is. But it's bigger than her finger. For a moment, he almost wants to talk to Poe about this.

You want to talk to Poe?

And apparently he projected that thought, or they're just close enough right now, there's no point to trying to keep thoughts to themselves.

Not exactly. But I know he's done this, and… I don't know. Your finger feels tight when you use it. He nods to the lube multipacks. But maybe we're not using the right sort of lube. The tiny little one on the strap looks stupid to me. So… Is this… a good size? He's holding it up. I don't know. You don't know. Poe probably does.

Rey sort of shrugs at that, and keeps looking around. After a few seconds, she darts off to the part of the aisle he went through fast, and grabs something.

It's a box. It's got the little, kind-of-dildo-like-things (apparently, according to the box they're called 'plugs') that were in the Physical Therapy video. The name on the box is Easy Stretch, and it claims to come with five sizes of plugs, some sort of device to make sure lube goes where it's supposed to go, and a 'detailed guide to everything you need to know to experience mind-bending anal pleasure.'

Maybe we start with something like this, and then go looking for something like that? See what feels good before getting a strap on?

Kylo chews his lip at that. He's more than aware that for the guide alone, that's probably worth buying. But his mental image of this isn't little plugs. It's him completely surrendered, entirely open to Rey, and whatever she's going to do to him.

Her hand lands on his wrist. You want to rush, leap in headfirst, and just take whatever comes, right?

He nods at that.

She presses closer to him, holding his wrist, looking up into his eyes. She can feel that he's aware that maybe this might hurt some, like the burn of her finger, but more, and maybe he might like that some, like stretch and burn and maybe a little more, maybe an edge to surrendering to her, and…

Rey's shaking her head. You won't let me be in danger by myself. And I agreed to that, because that's a non-negotiable for you. This is one for me. I'm not going to hurt you. Not if there's a way to do something so it doesn't hurt. I'm okay with fingers and going slow. We don't have to get the kit, but… We're not leaping headfirst into this. No rushing, not if it hurts, okay?

He nods at her, and bends his head so his lips are nestled against her temple. His eyes close. Okay. Reading, learning, experimenting.

Good. She looks at the pile of stuff they're holding. Do they have baskets or something to hold all of this stuff?

He shrugs.

She nods back to the strap-ons. Pick one out. I'll get a basket. Maybe we get there tonight. Maybe next week. Or next month. We'll see how it goes. But if you want it now, we can get it now.

He kisses her. Now.

Rey nods. Okay. Basket.

While Rey's hunting down a basket, Kylo finds what he wants… needs… probably wants, though staring at it, he's feeling pretty needy.

This one has an adjustable dildo. There's a little pump that goes with it, so it can start small and get bigger, or start bigger and make it smaller when it's time to use.

He likes the idea of that, a lot. It's probably not the stiffest toy ever made, but… It probably doesn't have to be. And, it's got a bit of a bend to it. The box says that's for prostate stimulation, which sounds good to him.

It takes Rey longer than he expected to go and find a basket. So, he's standing there, holding several toys, feeling a little silly all by himself.

Kylo's not sure if he should keep exploring by himself, or wait for Rey, but… They're almost to the back of the room, so they've probably browsed through most of what's here.

Probably.

"Excuse me, have you tried something like that before." He jumps about ten centimeters when the couple that had been at the far end of the aisle has drifted over to talk to him.

Once he lands, and swallows, and finds his voice, he says, "Uh… No. Sorry."

The woman shrugs. "Too many options. We don't know what we're looking for. Kind of hoping you had some ideas."

"Sorry, first time, too."

"Oh."

The guy is very clearly not looking at Kylo, but then he quickly glances up, and then back to his feet before saying, "It's not weird, right? She says it's not weird, but…"

Apparently, whatever the Force decided his do-not-recognize-face looks like, it's an approachable and friendly demeanor. Right now, he's wishing it wasn't.

"I don't think so…" Kylo says, wincing. "I mean. Who the fuck cares if it is? If there's ever a time you get to do whatever it is you like, this should be it, right?"

The guy blushes a little at that. The woman is nodding vigorously.

"If it helps, my two best friends claim to really like it." Kylo's fairly sure that's true. Or at least, close enough to true. You probably can't tell the difference between a real shaft and a plexiplast one… probably. Assuming it's not vibrating or something like that. Then his eyes narrow, is Poe one of his best friends? Shit, probably. He can feel his mom approving, and talk about emotional situations he never wanted to encounter in a sex shop. He yanks his mind away from that, fast.

The guy looks up at him. "Your friends sly?"

Kylo blinks; he doesn't know that one. He focuses on the intent of that question and understands that sly means men who like to fuck men. "Yes and mostly."

The guy's looking at his woman. "That's why it's weird."

Kylo rolls his eyes. "Look, I'm whatever the polar opposite of sly is, and we haven't tried one of these yet, but every other experiment along those lines has been very successful. I don't think your body really cares one way or the other about what's touching it as long as it feels good." (He doesn't contemplate that too hard, or mention that your mind cares intently, though it apparently can be lulled by a pair of good hands wielded by an even better heart.)

The man doesn't look sold on that.

He feels Rey getting closer and relaxes. Finally, there are people talking to me about strap-ons.

He senses her laughing before he can see her. Are you being nice?

I'm trying. Rescue me?

Always. And a second later she's turning the corner into the aisle they're in. Then she's wrapping an arm around Kylo's waist and snugging up next to him. "Hey, love." She holds up the basket. "Basket."

He glances down. That is a basket. He's putting the toys in it, and there's also an already wrapped package in there. "Basket with… What's in the box?"

She grins up at him. Then to the people next to them. He's holding the basket now, and she, with a jaunty little wave says, "It's about time for us to get moving on."

"Oh, yes, of course," and they wander off, looking a bit dazed.

Okay, maybe that's a tad more rescuing than I was hoping for.

Rey smiles a little at that. Then she glances to the box in the basket. Maybe I'm feeling a little guilty about getting you a present, and then waiting in line when I could feel you trying to peel your skin off out here.

He gives her a mock appalled look. You could feel that?

You were not being subtle. What happened?

They asked for dildo recommendations and if it was weird.

Rey starts to laugh, loud. Oh, Force, I should have seen that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was hilarious. His eyes narrow, and he's looking at the box. Am I going to like what's in there?

I'm not going to absolutely guarantee it, but I'm laying better than even odds in that direction.

Good. Does it go on me or you?

She grins, eyes sparkling. Not telling.

Brat.

Rey reaches up on her toes and kisses him. And you love it.

I do.

"Now what?" she asks.

"Let's go home."