Okay but can we talk about your fox!hux just turning into a puddle when Kylo presses his teeth into the back of his neck in the gentlest claiming bite maybe??
Kylo is pleased with the amount of reading he’s done on animal behaviour. From signs of ill health to mating rituals, Kylo is enjoying his newfound confidence around Hux, feeling as though he can read his fox’s actions better now that he’s clued up.
As he exits the bathroom in his black pyjama bottoms and grey shirt, Kylo sees that Hux hasn’t moved from his spot in the middle of their bed, gazing down to the book in his book in his lap and intensely reading the words on the page, tail absently waving in the air as he concentrates.
Like an alpha setting eyes on his mate in heat, Kylo’s gaze dwells on the back of Hux’s exposed neck, recalling what he has read about displays of dominance and affection among mates in the wild.
Slowly, as to not to disturb his fox’s reading, Kylo climbs onto the bed, shuffling in behind Hux, spreading his legs around the fox’s slim hips.
“Ren? What are you doing?” Hux ask, though he doesn’t look up from his book.
“Sshh,” Kylo hushes, brushing his fingers through the soft hair at the nape of Hux’s neck. “Stay still for me.”
Kylo leans in slowly, making sure that Hux feels the warmness of his breath on his skin. Tilting his head and parting his wet lips, Kylo scrapes his teeth gently across Hux’s neck, and he hears it.
Hux exhales in a shuddering breath, his body falling completely slack as though under a spell. Ears drooped, Hux shivers as Kylo’s teeth dig deeper, bite harder, wanting to leave his own mark on his fox’s pale, perfect skin.
“Oh, Kylo,” Hux moans, melting back against his mate’s strong body, his back pressed against Kylo’s chest, head resting on his shoulder.
Shifting slightly, Kylo drags his teeth softly along Hux’s neck as he lies back against him, gently nibbling, hearing his fox’s breath quicken underneath Kylo’s claims.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, Hux?” Kylo whispers, removing his teeth for a moment before kissing the reddening spots on the fox’s neck.
“Yes,” Hux answers eagerly, craning his neck in the opposite direction to allow Kylo access to more of his pale skin. “Take all of me, Kylo. I’m yours.”