ok so i normally have a nice and pretty image to go along with these chapters, but this time i do not. ao3 was not enjoying my chapter-title images so i had to remove all of them except the first. eventually i will redo them, but i wanted to get this out there into the light of day.
“You,” Hux says, pausing to gasp when Kylo grinds roughly down against him, “act too much like a lap dog.” Hux growls, though the sound is nothing up against the noises Kylo can produce. Though, he feels as if his own anger, his own desire, is just as palpable in the room as Kylo’s. “And you treat me as if I’m made of glass,” Hux spits. “When I am not.”
“I –” Kylo makes a noise of argument, a sullen and aborted sentence, before he snarls like a trapped animal and goes for Hux’s neck. Hux feels teeth at his throat like a vice, like hundreds of needles, like a choke-collar on a rabid mutt. The satisfaction hits him like a rush, alongside the pain of the bite. Even though Kylo doesn’t break the skin of Hux’s neck, it is still infinitely rewarding, having him ease off and then lick over his trophy like a claim. Kylo is finally acting like what he is – a monster. And he is no longer treating Hux like a delicate prize. The thrill of that is intoxicating.