Chapter 4, For Life

There is only one way to alleviate Kylo's symptoms and Hux is on hand.

Fingers grip. Hair is pulled. Lips kiss, and mouths welcome and tongues dance. Kylo arches into all of the touches, his body burning — in a good way this time — as pleasure electrifies every nerve. He's on fire and his eyes are wet with want. Nothing has ever felt as good as Hux feels in this moment. He can't get enough.

Attentive in a way that seems contradictive for such a cold and calculating man, Hux pours everything he has, everything he is, into pleasing Kylo. Their clothes are long gone, skin now blushed pale pink instead of snow white, and hair damp and untameable. The sheets are absolutely ruined.

Kissing down Kylo's strong but lean torso, he stops to suckle at his breast, nipples erect and glowing when he's finished. Traveling lower, he smothers himself in the sweetness of his scent, more potent and addictive as he goes. Now on his knees, he wraps his arms around Kylo's thighs and devours his cock. Fingers tangle in his hair, tugging tightly as Kylo squirms against the rapid pace of his mouth. He listens to the way Kylo's breathing stutters until a he's panting and whimpering. It's beautiful and he considers bringing him to completion like this, but that would be less than satisfying.

Hux already knows that Kylo is physically ready for more, his thighs are slick with the tell-tale signs. He does however doubt that Kylo has found himself in this position before and it's highly unlikely he's been taken by a lover — too focused on making people aware of his "Alpha status" to allow anyone to debase him so. A shiver runs through him at the thought of being the Omega's first. Coating his fingers with the self-produced lubricant, he presses them easily into Kylo's entrance to stretch him ready for his larger cock. The muscles are slack and accept the pressing and prodding of Hux searching for his prostrate.

Wailing and writhing falter, rigid as Kylo is wrecked by a new sensation. Hux presses incessantly against the spot he'd never been able to find on the rare occasions he had explored himself in such a way, and his eyes roll back into his head. White flashes behind closed eyelids, tears escaping down his cheeks. He grips into the sheets by his head as his head thrashes from side to side. How much more can his body take?

At some point Hux must deem him ready because abruptly he's left feeling empty and open and he quashes the vulnerability that seeps in alongside. With a kiss to his abdomen, a pillow is moved from beside his head to underneath his hips and he's appreciative of the extra care.

Comfort. That's all Hux can think. Make Kylo comfortable, make him happy. He uses a pillow to position Kylo's pelvis higher to make the angle easier, to relieve some of the pressure on his back. Next he uses his slick covered hands to coat himself, wiping more from Kylo's glistening thighs to give himself sufficient coverage. Scooting closer, he leans over Kylo to kiss him again, a distraction as his cock falls naturally to the Omega's entrance.

Sliding into Kylo's wet heat is both heaven and torture. He's still so tight, despite being as stretched as he can be; it's as if his body was made for Hux and Hux made for Kylo. They fit together like matching puzzle pieces and Hux tries to ignore what that could possibly mean. He has more pressing matters to attend to, thrusting into Kylo being one of them.

Hux is gentle at first. Kylo can feel the stretch, every inch of the Alpha inside, the way his muscles relax to release him and contract to keep him buried inside for as long as possible. Hux sets the rhythm and Kylo falls in line. Still leaning over him, Kylo wraps his arms around Hux's torso, clinging as the pace increases to dizzying heights.

With urgency, Hux chases the build-up of pleasure, so close, he can feel the end bubbling inside himself. Absentmindedly, but almost on instinct, he reaches between their bodies and wraps a tight fist around Kylo's cock. Hux thrusts and tugs them to the edge of the precipice.

All rhythm is lost, it's only sensations now.

Simultaneously they tumble, falling into ecstasy as their climaxes wash over them. Breathless, Hux buries deep into Kylo, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. He drops his head forward to rest their foreheads together; they breathe in each other's scents, the two mingling into something new. Lips finding lips, they kiss until Hux pulls back unexpectedly, choking with eyes blown wide.

Startled, Kylo takes Hux's face in his hands, trying to understand. The Alpha shakes from head to toe and Kylo beings to panic. He has no time to ask any questions, before he feels his entrance being stretched more than before. Oversensitive already, he bites into Hux's shoulder to stop himself from screaming out when more seed is pumped into him. The taste of blood on his tongue is intoxicating.

Neither can begin to fathom what Hux knotting means for them.

Hux all but collapses on top of Kylo, arms unable to hold him up as he's locked inside the Omega. Twisting awkwardly, he manoeuvres himself and Kylo onto their sides, a tangle of limbs waiting patiently for Hux's knot to deflate. This can't be rushed.

Kylo forces Hux's arms around him, making the most of the proximity to embrace. He rests his head on Hux's chest and he smiles when the chin settles on his head. Hooking his leg over Hux's thigh, Kylo makes himself comfortable. He might as well make his body happy as his mind is in turmoil.

Knotting…

The thought hadn't even crossed Hux's mind. Why would it, aren't people supposed to like each other in order to mate? Instead of a one-time thing, an accident on Ren's part for being unprepared, they now find themselves in a predicament. His mate for life is a temperamental, exasperating man-child that he can barely converse with without finishing with a headache or being physically injured.

But maybe the pent up tension between them makes sense now. Whatever tricks Ren used to hide his Omega status have been subliminally forcing them together, although the message has been misinterpreted along the way. Instead of love and warmth, animosity and infuriation overtook them. The soft and relaxed body in his arms gives him hope for at least an agreeable relationship of mutual respect if nothing more is possible. A loveless mateship is perhaps his worst nightmare.