A New Trope Ode To Hair
Hux ran his fingers through Kylo’s dark satiny locks, tugging gently until the Knight moaned with desire. How could he achieved such perfection while wearing a helmet even in the privacy of his own quarters? Maybe he’s born with it, maybe that’s how the force works.
To return the favour Kylo carefully touched the General’s hair, just once, only to find himself inexplicably stuck to tresses that somehow simultaneously felt like hot chewing gum and carefully sculpted fibreglass. He tried to subtly wipe his hand on the fabric of his robes but still spent the rest of the evening picking fluff and cat hair off the palm of his hand.