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Once back in their rooms, settled in on the sofas in the living room, and 'having that drink,' Jon says to Rey and Kylo, "Did I ever tell you about Tasha's first solo wedding?"
Both of them shake their heads.
"Yeah, I can't see why I would have, but it's feeling relevant now." He takes a sip of his tea. "So, in a lot of cultures, weddings involve travel. Often a lot of it. So, usually, if you've got people who are going to be staying overnight, especially a few overnights, it's considered polite to have something for them to do in the nights before and after the wedding.
"And, in many cultures, that pre-wedding party will be… rambunctious. And in many cultures, it will be a solemn evening of prayer and contemplation." He takes another sip. "Likewise, there are some cultures where one marries for status and wealth, and has mistresses for romance and fun. Basically husband and wife are… business or political partners, who share a bank account, property, and some children, and they'll have some sort of arrangement for romantic/sexual adventures with someone else."
Rey's starting to grin, and Kylo can feel how this is going to work out.
"So, Tasha's on her own for the first time. We, meaning my family, I was maybe two at the time, made the dresses for the wedding, the pre-wedding parties, and the after party, so, she's on for any last-minute fixes or whatnot. The other catch on this one is that this is a royal wedding between two houses that between them control about two thirds of the planet they were on. Now, neither house is particularly friendly or familiar with the other one, but they want to make sure the third house, which is bigger and better armed than either of them are, but not both together, doesn't overpower them, so… wedding time."
"So," Rey says, looking very amused, reaching for her own tea.
"So," and Jon grins. "The bride's family shows up for the night before party with their wives and prayer books. The groom's family shows up with their mistresses and the recreational pharmaceuticals. They had radically different ideas of what the night before party was going to entail. Both sides were pissed at the other one, though the wedding did go off, but only because everyone'd already spent too much money to call it off."
"And, you think something similar just happened?" Kylo says.
"It looked like that to me. I don't know if Threepio doesn't know that some parties are business and some are pleasure, but…"
"But that was supposed to be a pleasure party?" Rey asks.
"I think so," Jon says. "I mean, they weren't talking business with me. They weren't even in danger of getting close to talking business with me."
Rey nods. "We just did cultural stuff. Food… Getting homes set up. I started talking about moving soon, and the ladies liked that. Apparently, setting up a home is a proper girl thing to do here. They had a lot of ideas about colors and textures and architecture."
Jon nods. "It makes sense, they want to 'get to know' Kylo, so an evening of good food, relaxing with his pets… That's probably what they were expecting."
"And we showed up with the wives and prayer books instead of the mistresses and recreational pharmaceuticals?" Kylo says.
"That's my read on it. I'm sure Threepio knows which words to say, and what fork to use, but my guess is he's probably a little fuzzy on when to party, and when to party, and what the differences between the two might be."
Kylo sighs, nods, sips his drink, and says, "Well, breakfast tomorrow, and the signing. What do you think that's supposed to be?"
"Who's coming?" Jon asks.
Kylo thinks. "Rey's the only woman going."
"Business, not pleasure," Jon says.
"Any ideas on how to figure this out ahead of time?" Kylo asks. He's thinking maybe things would have been awkward with the three of them on the sofa, too, but a different, and likely more fun, sort of awkward.
"Right now, I'm thinking we can stick with flat out asking. Eventually, Threepio will have enough data about this sort of thing to figure it out correctly," Jon says. "I'm also thinking that it's likely a good plan to indicate that the wedding invitation is for a fun gathering."
"Maybe not. I talked with them a little about Kress weddings—"
There's a soft knock at the door, and the sound of one of the stormtroopers opening it.
The Seneschal, who's name went galloping out of Kylo's mind less than a minute after he heard it the first time, is standing there, looking a little embarrassed. "Master Ren. We have found a room for your… the Grand Marshall."
Was that ten whole minutes? Jon thinks to Kylo.
Kylo doesn't laugh.
"Wonderful. Let me grab my kit, and…" And one of the stormtroopers from outside comes in, apparently under the impression that just standing around is rather boring, so he might as well pretend to be useful.
Jon directs him (her?) to his kit, and then waits for the Seneschall to lead the way. He just turns around and Jon says, "Oh."
It's the room directly across the hall from Kylo and Rey's.
Fortunately, the Seneschal goes blind to anything not directly in front of him when he gestures to the door. That way he misses the sniggering and eye rolling, and the fact that the two stormtroopers stationed at Kylo and Rey's door are also giving each other looks.
Jon nods to the Kress, presses his hand to the pad, and opens the door. He glances around. From what he can see, the room is identical to Kylo and Reys. "Keyed to my palm now?"
"Yes, sir. Just press your hand and it will open."
"Lovely. I'm sure it's fine. When we finish our conversation, I'll head over."
"Ah, yes, of course." Kylo can feel that the Kress is firmly convinced that Jon will do no such thing, but that doesn't much matter.
Jon waves the Kress off, waits a beat for the stormtrooper to drop his stuff in the room, and then return to his post, this time outside of his door, and returns to the central seating in the living room with Kylo and Rey. When the door to Kylo and Rey's room slides shut he says, "So, what did you say to the Primo that finally got me a room?"
"I told him that: No, we're not having sex. No, I'm not attracted to other men. No, you aren't sleeping with Rey, either. No, we aren't the Empire so I don't need to hide a male lover if I had one, but I don't. Really, you're here as a professional and my friend. No, I mean it, for real this time, swear to the Force, I'm really only fucking my wife. No, it's not boring. Really, just a friend. Yes, humans have friends they don't have sex with. Wait, you guys fuck all of your friends… Okay, he's my… adviser. Yes, I've been told humans are weird about sex a lot."
Jon and Rey are both laughing at this recital.
"And after I did that about six more times, he finally decided that I probably was telling the truth, and, boom, you've got a room."
Jon looks amused by that. He sips his tea. "I've stunned them all with my charm and beauty, so they can't figure out how I didn't woo you to my bed?"
Kylo laughs at that. "Apparently fucking your friends is just how it works here. Not enough ladies to go around, so…" He snuggles in with Rey, "How'd your table go?"
"Tense." She takes a gulp of her drink. "They… I half want to see about getting some of the ladies alone, and just… sort of… maybe slap them a little. I mean, not for real, but…" She sighs. "Okay, no, I could feel it, at least for the ladies at the table. Just being female makes you… important. Male Kress will literally die just to call you theirs, and the more of them that do, the bigger the deal you are. Those bride prices… A family has a girl, twenty-years later, when she's an adult, they never have to worry about money again. Every suitor pays. The money goes to her family, no matter what, and whoever manages to grab her, and keep her, gets to keep her, and… Back in the day, armed guards were often part of keeping her, but these days it's more about making sure she wants to stay." She takes another drink. "Houses, I mentioned that. So, part of making sure your lady wants to stay is that she's got free range to do whatever it is she likes with her home."
"Her home?" Jon asks.
"Yeah, each wife/concubine gets her own home, and inside that home, her word is law. Apparently, you do not fuck with a woman in her own home. You know how they got all nervous about being near me. In my own home… Any infraction can get you killed, and major ones, that'll bring out the entire clan against your whole clan for revenge. A slighted mother-in-law wields a LOT of power, if that slight happened in her home. Likewise, until they become adults, the children, and any eggs she lays, are hers, too. And women can sell unfertilized eggs, as they see fit. There's a decent number of men here who don't have a woman, but do have a son or two."
"So, to get a woman… A man needs…" Kylo leads.
"Enough money for a dwelling of his own. A home for her, because if she doesn't want him in her home, he doesn't get to live there. He can only visit. Enough friends to set up a functional raid. And the money for a bride price, and the party that comes after. Women are expensive here," Rey says. "And… I didn't get explicit confirmation, but if they decide to leave, you're out a lot of money, and have no woman."
Kylo inclines his head. "I could feel some of that. Part of why they get so nervous about any other man getting too close to one of their women. They don't want to lose one."
Rey nods. "Still… Feels…" She's not sure what the word for what she's feeling is. "Pets. You were thinking that a lot. The male Kress have their pets. And they… seem to like being pets."
"Icky territory?" Jon asks.
Rey likes that word for this feeling. "Yeah. Feels… squirmy."
Kylo's stroking the back of her neck, not commenting on that, at all.
Jon nods at that. "I spent a lot of time making dresses for girls whose whole lives, birth to death, were about which man she could attract, and which men she would raise. Of course, some of them, like Ellie, turned that into a partnership that changes galaxies. And some went on to be pretty, pretty pets. Like everything else, it's probably all about what you're willing to do with it, and what you can."
"And if the man in question is worth a bucket of warm spit?" Kylo adds.
"Interesting turn of phrase," Jon replies, wondering where he could have possibly gotten that bit of verbiage.
"Do we have recruiting stations here as part of the deal?" Rey asks, distracting Jon from where buckets of warm spit may exist.
"Not sure." Kylo didn't real the whole contract. It's six hundred pages long, and for all he knows it's got a clause in there allowing the Kress to raid his ship for women. He's just trusting that Threepio wouldn't let that happen.
"Maybe…" Rey start.
Jon's shaking his head. "I get where you're going with that, but it'll be trouble."
Rey raises a skeptical brow at him.
Jon rolls his eyes a bit. "I mean, no, we won't ban them from joining us, but best I can tell, if we put recruiting stations here, we don't have a way to only get female Kress. The male ones will break the contract if we try that. If we set up recruiting stations in general, on the idea that maybe some females will get to us, we'll end up with a lot of male Kress, and people who think it's appropriate to just grab women are likely to be… troublesome in any territory we're going to claim as ours. If we're going to recruit here, we're going to need something outside of our basic specs to…" Jon looks in his cup, arranges his thoughts a bit more, "Like Kylo was saying to me, we've got to get a culture into place, and it probably starts with the idea that any member of the Order is a member of the Order. We're all… people. No pets."
"And until we've got that hammered into their heads, we'll have a hard time with anyone who gets to one of our main stations and starts trying to grab his own pets?" Kylo asks.
"That's my thought. I don't know if they'd try it with non-Kress women, but… We don't want to find out the hard way. Especially while the treaties are still new," Jon says.
All three of them think Five hundred billion credits over five years.
Rey doesn't love that, but she can also see the idea that importing a lot of new troubles likely isn't exactly what they're hoping for. And the easiest way to keep those down is by not sticking recruiting stations all over this system.
Jon takes one last sip of his tea, and then glances around a bit. "So, breakfast tomorrow?"
"That's the plan. Breakfast, signing the contract, and then back to the Supremacy," Kylo says.
"Okay. Then I'm going to turn in. Be fresh and pretty for tomorrow," Jon says with a wink and a smirk. He stands up, stretches a bit, and finishes with, "Wouldn't do for you to turn up to one of these with a droopy concubine."
Rey snerks at that. "Like you're ever droopy."
His smile's blasterproof. "I'm just really good at faking it."
She stands up, takes both of his hands in hers, and kisses his cheek. "We'll talk more about that later?"
Jon rolls his eyes a bit, and both Kylo and Rey can feel him mentally sigh. He appreciates they're concerned for him, but he'd rather be getting less attention along those lines.
"Or not," Rey says, and he flashes her a real smile, before squeezing her hands, letting go, flipping Kylo a lazy salute, and heading to his own room.
When Jon leaves, Kylo looks to Rey, a lot of hope in his gaze.
She smiles back at him. Jon's been gone for approximately 30 seconds and Kylo's already thinking about that little fantasy she dropped into his head earlier.
"How about you go and get cleaned up, and I'll get things ready?" she asks.
He's more or less leaping toward that. "Let me know when you're ready?"
"I'll probably be ready before you are, but, sure."
He stands and pulls her close, kissing her deeply. There's a lot in that kiss right now. One layer, the top and fullest of them is just sex. Pleasure and want and joy. Through it, concern about Jon. Deeper, underneath, pets, belonging, care, and all the layers of that.
She nips his lip. "Get cleaned up, Opal."
That hisses through him. Opal is her pet. And he likes that very much.
Once Kylo's more or less sprinted off to the refresher attached to the main bedroom, Rey fetches her own bag. There are a few goodies in there.
She'd been asleep, mostly. She kept waking up through the night, her body looking for Kylo's and finding just cold bed next to her. It was easier in New Alderaan. Strange place, strange bed, her sleeping mind didn't expect him to be near. But in their own bed, under their own blankets, with the pillows that smell like them… Every time she rolled over, she'd wake a bit, and reach out. She could feel him, awake, but resting deeply, as his ship hurtled toward Kreh.
She'd been drifting, not really awake, not really asleep when a bright spark of deeply active sexual interest went zinging through her mind. It took her a moment to figure out why she was dreaming of an oddly shaped sofa, let alone why it was so erotically charged, and then she realized it was Kylo's mind. He was awake and looking at the piece of furniture, and very… interested… in the options it presented.
Ever since that first video they watched, the one with the "physical therapist," there's been this fantasy in his head. She hasn't unraveled all the ins and outs of it… Well, all the ins and outs... The ins and outs aren't too complicated. But maybe not all the details or needs. But in the video, the woman was bigger, she was able to pin her man, and… Rey just can't do that for Kylo. He's just too bloody big for it.
But he likes the idea of it. Not Rey being larger than him. That's not the important part. Being held down, surrendering, completely, to someone who'll just… take care of him and make him feel good. Giving himself over to someone's who values him, as he is, not as he could be for them. Someone who cares for his needs, his pleasures, him.
And then there was this sofa… She opens the door to the playroom and looks at the thing. Three curves, two convex, one concave between the convex curves, and… He can sort of drape himself over it, and… The fact that he's got twenty-five centimeters on her, at least fifteen of them in his legs, just… Doesn't matter all of a sudden.
Her torso is still too short to really… drape herself over him, but… With the sofa doing the heavy lifting as it were, he can drape himself over it, and she can kneel behind him, line up properly, and grab his wrists, and really fuck him, and she knows he wants that.
Wants it hard and steady and real.
Being a pet might be squirmy territory for her, but he'd fall into it in a heartbeat, assuming someone actually treated him like he was valuable. He'd be her crown jewel, adored and cherished and petted, dwelling in a soft-focus world of easy options, kind words, and soft touches without a second thought, and not even the hint of a vaguely squirmy sensation in his mind.
If all he had to do was exist and be adored for it, that's all Kylo would need.
Rey surveys the sofa a bit more. It does look comfortable and likely very good for anything they might want to do. She heads over and sits on it. Kneels on it. Wiggles around to see how stable it is. (Maybe a human-sized one would be better, but… There are advantages to something that's just a bit too big.)
It's… good.
She keeps looking away from the sofa. Distracted from what she may do on or with it. It's the room. It's… not good.
There's just… so many naked, fucking Kress all over the place, and… It's not that she finds them ugly or wrong or whatever, it's just… They're distracting. And not in a good, 'this is making me excited' sort of way, but in a, 'What could they possibly be doing? How do those things even fit together? Can that really feel good? Probably not for humans…' sort of way.
She eyes the door.
She eyes the sofa.
She's about to measure the sofa with her hands, thinking it's got to be close, when it occurs to her that they got the sofa into the room, so it's got to fit.
Rey opens the door, uses her Force to grab the sofa, and gently hovers it out of the room of sex and into the living room. Maybe it's not as aesthetically pleasing stuffed between the living room chairs and the wall, but the plain room is a lot less distracting, and hopefully a lot more conductive to happy human sex.
The rest of getting ready…
She opens her bag and then takes her uniform off.
She didn't bring a whole lot to play with. Just the strap-on, several blister packs of lube, and something pretty. She's never tried the belt on, but it can't be that complicated, and it's not. Mostly like stepping into very snug panties. Having the dildo protruding out from her hips feels… weird.
She's not sure if it's sexy. Her first reaction, looking down at it, is mostly wanting to giggle. She wiggles her hips a bit, and since it's not fully inflated it flops around a little. (Sometimes, when Kylo's feeling really playful, he'll do that after a bath, shimmy around for her, shaft flopping about, and it always makes her laugh. Apparently, it works with a fake shaft, too.)
There's another fantasy in his head. He's shared this one with her when they went shopping for this. It's her, wearing this thing, with it inflated and full, stroking lube onto it, staring at him, knowing what she's going to do with it. That one's very bright in his mind.
That she's going to own him, love him, take him, wrap him inside and out around her, and… It's bright and hot and sexual, but it's also deep and dark and needy. It's all of those cold sluggish places inside him craving to be filled with her warmth and light, literally and metaphorically.
She hits the little controller that goes with it, and pumps it up. They've played with the plugs enough that she knows he can handle about two of her fingers worth. She sets this at more than that, closer to the size of his shaft, knowing he likes the visual of more. Likes the idea of it full and hard and firm, and… well, if reality isn't quite that big, it's not like he'll be in a good position to really see the difference.
She lays the lube packs on the edge of the sofa, within easy reach.
The last bit is entirely her doing, her idea of sexy. She was on F-deck, on her own, strolling around, going under the scanners, and saw it. It just… tickled her fancy. It's the first piece of clothing she's ever bought for herself, by herself. It's completely impractical, would never do at their home on Lirium, but… She just… likes it.
She pulls on the soft silky robe. It's short, only coming to mid thigh. And the fabric is so thin she can practically see the goosebumps rising on her skin at the slither of it across her flesh. She doesn't have Jon's eye for colors so she's not sure if the soft, blushed pink is a good color on her skin, but she likes it. Likes all of this, soft and silky and pretty. She looks down, hard, black, leather and plexiplast.
Soft and hard, silk and… well, it's not steel, but it might as well be…
Come out, Opal. Rey thinks to him, and a second later, Kylo, naked and eager, is all but leaping out of the bedroom to her.
He's going to die.
She knew he had this idea in his mind, and she took it right out, and… Holy fucking shit! This is even better.
Except, of course, for the fact that it's going to kill him. She's standing there, grinning at him, dildo on, gleaming in the soft light, stroking… (whimper, moan) stroking it, and…
Oh Force, her hair and the… robe… is soft and loose, and he can just see the shape of her nipples rising high and full against the fabric, and her hand is just slipping back and forth over the dildo, and… She slips one hand to her breast, teasing her nipple… She's so soft and pretty and… Fuck… He's just…
This is it. His heart is beating too fast, and he feels like he can't get enough air into his lungs, and too much blood has dropped away from his brain. Any second now, he's going to hit the floor and have to face his ghosts and explain how they all died in glorious combat or some shit like that, and he got fucked to death by his wife.
Actually, the idea of that is so perversely pleasurable that the stricken dumb look of pure sexual shock is replaced by a wide, happy grin.
"I love you so fucking much."
She grinning right back at him. "I know." He steps closer to her, and leans in for a kiss.
It's desperate. A full lip, full mouth, suffocating, wrecking kiss. He's putting everything he's feeling right now into it, and Rey's taking it, allowing the flood to fill her.
Kylo can see it in his mind, feel the hints of it as her shaft rubs slick against his thigh, how this is going to work. He has her image of it, him sprawled out along the sofa, as she holds him down and fills him up and takes him over and…
They're barely started and just the idea of it and the feel of her lips on his, her tongue on his, her skin on his has him leaking.
He pulls back. Rey looks a little confused, because him pulling back isn't part of the plan.
He takes a few breaths, calming himself down, slowing himself down.
"Can you take it off?"
She looks really confused. "Kylo?"
"I like it. I…" he shudders a little, looking at it, knowing what she's going to do with it, feeling his body throb at just the idea, "really like it. But…" He doesn't say it, but they both know he's not been in danger of setting any endurance records when they've played with the plugs. (He has been in danger of setting some speed records, though.) He does say, "I want to be good for you, too. Not just take you over with how hard I get off." Because that's also part of playing with the plugs. He usually spurts hard enough that all she's got to do is be near him, and they're both good to go.
He reaches for her, brushing the robe out of the way, and traces a nipple with his index finger, watching, feeling her arch into his touch. "This makes me feel… Amazing." That's probably a good word for it. She knows what he's trying to convey. "I want you to feel that way, too. I want to make you feel that way."
Rey nods. She traces her fingers over the dildo. He swallows, hard, watching it. "You want to play with this, too, right?"
He grins, feeling his mouth go dry. "Force, yes! Very, very much. After..."
She starts to shimmy it off. "After what?"
He waits for her to finish taking it off, and place it on the central curve of the sofa. Then he lifts her, resting her butt on the lower of the two outer curves. He stands in front of her, and her legs wrap around his hips.
"This is a really convenient height," Rey says, feeling him nudge against her. The thick blunt press of the crown of his shaft, and the wet slip of it looking for somewhere snug and warm, and then him shifting back a little, adjusting, so it rests against her thigh.
(His plans may be forming, but he does know they're not going there, yet.)
He kisses her, easily. She's high enough he doesn't have to bend. "It really is." Then he drops to his knees, and kisses the instep of her right foot. Then her ankle. His fingers trace up the inside of her left leg, and his lips work their way up her right. He bites gently on her calf, and licks the bite. From here, on the floor, looking up, he's got a perfect view. Soft, wet pink, glinting at him from among dark curls. For as much that this… her, the dildo, her using it on him is his fantasy, it's certainly doing good things for her, too.
He lets his eyes linger, lets his mind focus on where he intends to end this line of kisses, and thinks to her After that.
She purrs at him. "I suppose I can be delayed a bit."
He bites a little harder, and she makes a surprised squeak. Then another soft, wet lick over her nipped skin. That gets another purr.
For someone who thinks being a pet is squirmy, you do seem to like it.
She looks down at him, mouthing her knee, stroking her thigh. I like being petted. Not quite the same thing.
His lips slip further up her leg, trailing wet kisses and warm sucks, pausing to kiss each mole. What if I like the idea? Keeping you in silks and jewels, with a nice safe home, never having to want or need for anything he leans up a little closer, nose grazing the inside of her thigh, belly full of my babies. His hands come to her hips, and he kisses small and dry a bit further up. My beautiful, beautiful woman, love of my life, light of my existence, my future and salvation? His lips meet hers, and he pauses there, just to touch, smell, and feel her against him. His tongue starts to just barely ghost over her maomao. Would you like that, just as a fantasy maybe? As a dream for moments like this, when I just… And he lets the feelings pour through him, how much he adores all of this. And how much, for him, these ideas of adoration also have physical, tangible, and often material ideas attached to them.
Her fingers curl in his hair, pulling him closer to her. "Kylo!"
For a fantasy, for a dream… The way he imagines her, glowing, wrapped in ethereal gossamer, warm and light and ripe with their future… It's heady the way it pours out of him and fills her up, growing more golden and rich with each touch of his tongue, his fingers, his mind.
His tongue darts out, slipping between her lips. She tastes like sex. Like love, affection, and fucking, and it settles into his bones and shaft, deep and wanting and needy. He wants to stroke himself with his free hand, but decides not to. Decides to just feel this, here, now. Decides to focus in on his tongue, and the wet slick glide of it over her sex.
His hands find her hips, tugging her forward and down a little. He can feel her lay back against the sofa, feel her legs find purchase on his shoulders. It's good. Easier position, more access. Legs wide, hips comfortable, body wet and pliant and so, so, so delicious.
Maybe I'll be your pet. You'll dress me in soft shimmery silks, call me Opal, and I'll be there at your beck and call, filling any need you might express.
He licks a little deeper, little firmer, and she groans to him, "You'd like that."
So much! Fuck the rest of this, I'll be your kept man.
Fucking's what you'd do as my kept man.
He rests his right hand over her belly, right thumb on her pearl, and licks deep and steady as his thumb grinds against her. And I'd love every second of it. He kisses, and then sucks each lip into his mouth, tugging gently as he works his way to her pearl, fitting his lips to it, and flicking it with his tongue. And I'd make you love every second, too.
She groans, arching up into his touch, and there are things she could think, or might think, or would think, but the part of the brain that does that is swamped in wet friction, and pulsing sucks, and it can't be bothered to put together anything beyond the feel of Kylo's mouth against her skin.
That's it, love. Let me worship this gorgeous pussy.
She can feel his tongue, his mouth, and how much he loves saying, or at least, thinking things like that. How much pleasure bleeds off at him at just being able to want and express that want and then be able to do what he wants.
Good, Opal… So Good… And it is. She's not close. Not yet, but she can feel the build, feel how this will lead there, feel how much he wants to make her whole body sing his praises. "What if I want more?"
He lights up at that. Talking with their minds is good, but he loves her voice. He strokes a finger between her lips. How much more? He gently worms it into her, feeling the wet and slick and her body pulse around him, reveling in the sound of her moans as he curls it against that spot she likes. He closes his eyes and pulls his mind back. Get too into that, and he'll take both of them over.
"More!" Her voice is soft, intense. Everything beyond pleasure is starting to drop away from her mind. There's his skin and hers and the need growing between them.
Two fingers? He's teasing, stroking the one in and out, just the tip of his finger, before allowing a second one to join in. Just the tips at first. No real stretch, not after one finger deep and steady, but then slow, and firm, and easy until he's filling her deep as he can go with his fingers.
He's not using his mouth, though he is still kneeling, face a few centimeters from her pussy, so he says with his voice, "Looks so good, you wrapped around me like this." Then he flicks his tongue against her pearl as he thrusts deep.
She arches her back, thrusting into his touch, and tugs his hair again. His eyes meet hers. His are sparking with pleasure, hers are glassy, pupils blown. "More Kylo!"
He knows exactly what more is. All he's got to do is give it to her.
And not go over the edge, too.
Her wet, pink, glistening body. All open and begging for him. And all he's got to do is just slide on it, and he does, with a groan, because she feels so fucking good and…
He makes himself think about how much he likes the sofa. How really convenient it is to be able to just stand up, knees comfortable, and slip his body into hers.
That's an entire two seconds worth of distraction.
But he's in her and she's wet and hot and snug. Not tight. His fists are tight. His thighs are tight as he thrusts into her, looking to take her over the edge, but not himself. But she's not tight. She's plush and snug, rippling, and wrapped around him perfectly. "Good?" chokes out of him.
"Force!"
It's good. He knows it's good. All he has to do is open his mind, and he can feel from both his side and hers how good it is. Kylo shuts that down, fast. Feeling it from her side means they never get to the dildo, at least not tonight, because he'll go over the edge with her.
He looks at it, on the lower curve, thinks about how it'll feel, and very quickly stops that, because that is not, on any level, slowing him down.
Deep, in and out, swift. Focusing on his breath, and the wall behind her, and not on how Rey is tight now. How she's gripping him like a fist. Like the best fist ever. Like his best dream, ever, of what his fist should have felt like, but never did, through all those years when his fist was his only company.
That thought actually does tone him down enough that he can go back to focusing on Rey, and how she's doing. Focus on her breasts, so high and ripe and... He bends, mouthing at her nipple, sucking it, feeling the wash of it flow through her to him... That's good. Too good. He pulls his mind away from that to his thumb, on her hip, not doing her much good there. He shifts, resting it against her pearl, rocking it back and forth, moving it faster and her body getting tighter against him, on the breathy little moans that ease out of her on the exhales, and deep shuddering inhales, when she gasps for more air, more touch, more him.
There, right… there… He feels her body crest, feels the twitch and pulse, feels… himself pulling out and back, fast, so he doesn't follow her over the edge, because his empathy is always more… everything… in moments like this.
He drops back to the floor, cuddles against her legs, nuzzling her knee. Keeping up contact, but not that much.
He feels her laying there, spent and twitching a little, brain peaceful and blank.
It feels good. He did this. His body, his love, his touch. He's made her so happy she's just floating.
He's grinning as he kisses the inside of her knee.
Rey comes back to herself a centimeter at a time. She purrs a little, stretches, and feels the ball of bright, eager need at her feet.
Waiting.
She sits up a little so she can look down at Kylo. He's comfortably kneeling, nuzzling against her knee. She knows that it'd be easy to assume that he's waiting patiently. He looks relaxed and content, and it's true there's not a lot of muscle tension in his posture, and he is content… or at least pleased. And he's not doing anything outwardly visible to indicate a desire for her to hurry up.
He looks patient.
He's not. She knows that. She can feel that the only reason he's not already on the far side of the sofa, draped across it, wiggling his arse at her, trying to get her to move faster is that he's got literal decades of pushing his own needs and wants to the background while he waits for whatever his master wants.
Rey smiles down at him. Time to give him what he wants. What he needs.
He grins up at her, feeling the shift in his mind, how she's slipped out of floating space and back into fucking space.
She strokes his face and hair. "That was perfect, Opal."
Oh, he likes that. It's all over his face. He's done something well, something perfectly, for the person he adores, and she's visibly, audibly appreciating it, and… "So, perfectly, love. You made me feel amazing," he's glowing at her praise. "Stand up, baby," she's not sure where baby came from, but he's leaping to his feet, and it doesn't feel bad or wrong, so…
He's between her legs, and she's stroking his face and throat and chest. "Look at you, so lovely." Her fingers trail down his chest, down his belly, and ghost over his shaft, hard and eager for her. "You deserve to be rewarded, my Opal, deserve to feel just as good as I did."
Kylo groans at just the words and the idea.
"Go kneel against the higher side, and get comfortable. I'm going to get ready for you," she says with a kiss, and a gentle squeeze to his shaft.
As soon as she lets go, he's on the other side of the sofa. It's entirely possible he ported from the one side to the other, or he just moved very fast. He's laying against it, torso draped over the curved bit at the top, a tempting morsel.
She's stepping over to the belt, pulling it to hand, getting ready to step into it when he says, "Can I watch?"
"Oh, love, you can do whatever makes you feel good. That's the point of this."
Another warm flush of… all the good things… crests through him, and Rey can feel his eyes on her as he shifts a bit to get a view of her getting ready.
She takes off the robe, and stands before, him, cracking open one of the lube packs, dripping it over the dildo, before slicking it up. "This is what you wanted to see, right?" Her hand gliding over the thick black plastic. Her eyes sparking at him. Her lips curved into a smile, ready to do this for him and enjoy every second of it.
"Yes!" It hisses out of him, just as much voice as thought.
She pumps the cock again, before stepping away from his view, heading to the sofa. "The only downside of having moved this, is we don't have the mirrors from the other room."
He's almost with it enough to asked why she moved, but… She's behind him, hand trailing gently, so gently down his back, and all other thoughts are gone.
Rey's watching the path of her hand against his skin. Tracing the curve of his back, of the dip of his spine, the width of his shoulders, and the narrow hips. "You're so beautiful, Opal."
He's in the moment enough, and she's filling him with enough of her ideal of him, that he doesn't scoff or argue, he just feels it, feels her love.
Her lips trace from the top of his neck to between his shoulder blades. "So strong."
(He flexes a little, showing off. She nips his shoulder for that, and he purrs.)
She kisses further down his back, hands tracing the curve of his waist, settling at his hips. She sits back a little, pulling his arse apart. He wriggles at it, half trying to hide, half displaying himself for her.
"Do you like this, being all naked and open for me?"
He squirms a little at the sound of those words, thrills and flushes, too.
"I do." A breath, a little cock to his hips, a slight drag, feeling his shaft brush against the sofa. "So much." And he does. Adores it. Needs it. Lives in the love of this. Open, and naked, and free, and seen.
Every inch of him, for who and what he is, adored and cherished, and… He groans, loud. Her fingers trail up his shaft. Pleasured.
Her lips trace the path up his spine. "Beautiful opal. Lovely sparkle." Soft, wet little kisses, then her tongue, wet and slick and sliding down his spine and… "Up baby. Move up a bit."
His eyes go wide as he complies, lifting himself further up the sofa, understanding what she's going to do to and with him. His breath is coming fast and he's feeling shaky. "Rey…"
She's just staring at him spread open and laid out before her. Her hand finds his stones, pulling them back a little, before she bends to lay her tongue on them, licking wet and eager before pulling one into her mouth. Kylo…
He's got nothing. There may have been a thought in his head, but it's gone now, completely replaced by the wet suck of her mouth on his stones. A long, eager moan bleeds into a ragged "FUCK!"
She noses against the sensitive skin behind his stones, and thinks, Exactly. Then her tongue follows her nose.
"Oh Gods!"
It's wet and slick and squirmy in the best possible way, and he feels so good he doesn't know what to do with himself.
That's it my Opal, sing for me, love.
He moans, loud and hard, and then up an octave as her tongue moves up. There. His hips press to her mouth and he groans, loud at it.
While Kylo's well and truly distracted, Rey adjusts the dildo, making it smaller, bringing the size down closer to two of her fingers. Slow and easy, and that'll work just fine. If he wants more, they can make it bigger, but for now, for getting it worked into him, that'll do just fine.
More? She thinks at him.
"Please!" It's a choked sound, cut short as he feels her shift, feels her hands on his hips, and he slides down the sofa a bit.
"There, just right, baby," Rey says when he's right where she can comfortably kneel behind him and get started. Shallow, slick little thrusts, gentle steady pressure, letting him submit himself to her, in his own speed, by his own needs.
This part usually takes a while, because she won't just pound into him. It'd be… easy enough, everything is so slick that if she just leaned into him, the dildo would just push right in. But that would burn, and hurt and…
No. None of that. Just slow and easy, little motions, back and forth. She knows from the plugs that if she takes her time his body will welcome her in. Go nice and easy and it will start to pull her in.
And it does. There's a shift where his body stops fighting, stops trying to stay closed, where he just melts around her, and… "There," she says and gives him a gentle slide.
He groans at that, too.
Groans as her hips start to move. This part is… different. It's not how they play with the plugs. Get one of them set, and it's pretty much done. And this isn't how she fucks. This… isn't her part of the dance, usually, but…
"You're glowing, my darkling." It looks like she's doing good things for him.
He doubts that's literally true.
Her lips fall between his shoulder blades, and her hands stroke over his hips and back. "It is. Open your eyes and look."
He shouldn't glow. There shouldn't be enough light in him to glow. But he does. He feels it, thrumming thick and rich through his veins and in his skin and through his Force. Her light fed his, let it thrive, nourished it in a way no one, no thing, ever had before.
Love you so much. He pushes the feel of it, the all encompassing glow of it, to her, surrounding her with it.
"Good Opal. So good…" She focuses in further, feeling it from his side, getting a better sense of how to move and what he wants from this. Her hands grasp his hips, good firm hold, and she shifts her aim, pushing more forward than up, and he all but yells at it.
He's shaking at that stroke. Beyond words at the next one. Mind starting to white out by the third. There's pleasure and need and desire and the feel of Rey and her light…
"Oh baby, you're doing so well for me. I love you, and this, and how you look right now." He looks exquisite, ecstatic, balanced on a knife's edge of pleasure so sharp it's almost pain.
"More?"
He grunts, and she knows it's ascent. A few quick pumps and the dildo's wider, firmer, and Kylo's keening at the feel of it, a sharp high-pitched sound of almost release on each exhale.
"Shall I stroke your shaft, or try to take you over like this?"
He just moans. He doesn't know. She can feel that. Doesn't know if he wants to finish like this. Doesn't know if he can. Doesn't much care, not right now. Here is good. Here is better than good.
"Don't stop," grates out of him.
She kisses his spine, and shifts her hands. She can't get a grip on his wrists, and really, she needs a hand on his hip to keep the aim and rhythm right, but she can get his shoulder, so that's good enough. "Never. Going to make you spurt so hard you forget your name."
He arches back to meet her strokes, grunting with each one. She grounds him with the grasp on his shoulder, and sets him flying with the prod of the dildo against his prostate.
Harder. She can feel that. If she touches his shaft, he'll be done. Just the heat of her hand will likely take him over, but he's not asking for that, so... Harder. More pressure, more speed, more friction. More of that sparking second where the press of the dildo lights him up from toes to scalp and flushes through him in a pulsing rush. Harder, faster, more. Her hips and ass are burning. This is very much not one of her usual exercises, but he's so close… She pulls back, snapping her hips against his ass, hauling him back with each thrust, pulling from her own strength and the Force to pound him, and he howls, shuddering, twitching and panting as his release hits.
She goes still, holding him, stroking his back and hips, cuddling behind him as he shakes, shaft throbbing, spurt dribbling down the sofa in wet pulse after wet pulse.
She kisses his back, keeping her hands soft and gentle as he comes down.
Eventually, they're both quiet, breathing slowed down, basking in the glow.
After a few more quiet moments, Kylo says, "Squats. There's a reason I do a lot of them. Way more than I used to. Have to be able to keep going as long as you like."
Rey laughs at that. "I'll remember that. I'm going to go get some towels. Then sleeping?" She pulls back gently, and he shivers a bit, but relaxes once she kisses his back again. Her hand slips down his back, cradling his bum.
"So beautiful, Kylo."
His head turns and he smiles at her.
In his own room, Jon spends a few moments roaming around.
He inspects behind each door and finds that, yes, he's got a room of sex, too. (He snaps a few picture on his personal datapad, and then sends them to Poe.)
A moment later, his comm buzzes and the first thing Poe says is, "His head exploded when he saw that, didn't it? I don't know which one did, but at least one of them."
Jon just laughs. "You're filthy."
"And you're encouraging me. So, beyond being stuck in a bordello, how's it going?"
They talk for about an hour, mostly visiting the Kress, a little about Poe, Chewie, and Finn and their most recent herbalogical extraction scouting mission.
"Your being really vague," Jon says after another deeply non-informative comment from Poe.
He doesn't so much hear as feel the sigh, and it crashes into him a second before Poe says it, "You're still in their rooms, right? Not on the shuttle or back on the Supremacy."
"Fuck," he rolls his eyes and mentally kicks himself in the ass.
"I worked security for almost a decade, once you do that, it never leaves. Don't worry, I'd have stopped you if it looked like you were going to say something too incriminating."
"Lovely." Jon checks his chrono. "Fuck."
"What?"
"Who do you think's been alone, in their own room, for about an hour now, and is also likely completely unaware that they're likely being listened in on."
Poe laughs and laughs and laughs. "Well… Don't suppose you're going to go bursting in and remind them."
"I'd imagine that whatever damage could have been done, is."
"And if it's not, they're happily in the middle of it, and really do not want you traipsing in now."
Jon doesn't imagine what they're up to. He intentionally makes his mind not put Rey and Kylo and that sofa both of them were eyeing together. "Yeah."
And, it is true that the Kress are indeed watching and listening. Granted, nothing they don't expect is happening.
That's not quite true. Once they stopped gaping about the sofa floating out of the room, nothing they weren't expecting happened. A man will often, relaxed and happy, talk to his pets about important things he'd might rather not have others hear. But he's also just as likely to settle down and snuggle in. And for as much as they may have hoped Kylo and Rey would talk about important and interesting things, settle down and snuggle in appears to be the correct answer.
They just cleaned up, crashed into bed, and a moment later the only thing the Kress had to listen to was gentle, dull snoring.
And it's true that the Sub Prince is starting to get a better idea of why human males are not human females, though he's still beyond confused as to why Kylo has not invited Jon along to the party, especially if he wanted that. As best he can tell, Jon should naturally come equipped for that… But, humans are weird.
And, well, if that one spouse, mate for life thing is real… Then he guesses you've got to creatively make-do if that spouse doesn't have all the bits you're craving. After all, it's not like there aren't toys in his playroom.
He's more confused by the gaps in the conversation. He could swear there were parts where Rey or Kylo should have said something, but it really doesn't look like they did. The other one responded, but…
But, as he knows with his own wife and concubine, sometimes the words don't quite get out of the mouth, but usually after a while, they don't necessarily have to.
All in all, the report he writes up for his grandfather is fairly boring. He knows the only area anyone will be particularly interested in is the moving sofa. Granted, they actually said in the interview that Rey had some Force skills, so apparently, moving things is one of hers, as well.