dripping in luxury

day five - kylux positivity week

Drabble for day 5 of @kyluxpositivityweek: bdsm + biting. one time where hux gives kylo what he wants, and one time he doesn’t. {warning for angst/self-esteem/punishment issues on kylo’s end.}

Sometimes it goes like this:

 Hux makes Kylo crawl across the floor, naked and head bowed, allowing Hux the perfect view of the way the dim light washes over his toned back.  By the time Kylo reaches Hux, who’s perched on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and making a Kylo-sized space, he’s already half-hard and dripping on Hux’s expensive, luxury rug; he’ll take his belt to Kylo’s hide later for this transgression.  But right now, Hux yanks Kylo’s hair to lift his head up, and despite the rough treatment, Kylo doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t meet Hux’s eye; Hux gives him a pat on the cheek in reward.  Kylo’s eyes flutter shut as he exhales a silent breath, like he’s never experienced anything more fulfilling than this: being on his knees, body and soul yearning to obey and please.

“Disgusting,” Hux deems, the unspoken and perfect hidden beneath derision.  

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