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A quiet whimper, interrupted, becoming an
audible gasp. Hux twines the cord around his finger, pulls (slowly, slowly), bends to run his tongue along
the heated skin. He feels the muscles quivering underneath his lips, the large,
powerful body entirely at his mercy.

He pulls the cord, and the red and black
bead slides out. Ren mouths his name, his back arching, pulling against the
rope tying his hands behind his back. He is lying on his side in Hux’s bed,
looking so stunning that Hux wishes he could keep him here forever, locked away
and tied up, hair mussed, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, sounds of
pure pleasure tumbling from his lips.

Another bead, another gasp, another sweet
invocation of Hux’s name. A benevolent, graceful smile adorns Hux’s lips as he
indulges in letting his fingers entangle themselves in Ren’s thick hair. He pulls
the hair and the cord at the same time, his smile never faltering, Ren’s scream
echoing in the room and detonating something deep in Hux’s guts.

He lets go of the hair and the cord, slides
his hands across the expanse of Ren’s torso, cups his cheeks and gently turn
his head to meet his lips in a kiss.

“Good boy,” he murmurs in Ren’s mouth. “Good
boy.”

His hand finds its way behind Ren’s back,
rakes the fingernails over the skin of his buttock, twines the cord around one
finger. Pulls.

Slowly. Slowly.