#( kylo u been waitin a while friend? )

[finaldisorder]

@cruoren​ |  here’s an unexpected and impatient kiss from kylo to his general ,,

there was one simple joy in pulling a double shift-- he was generally pretty irritable by hour 16 so the officers left him be. he’d done everything necessary to keep himself awake. he’d gotten a caf from the canteen and gave nods of acknowledgement to few officers and fewer troopers. he’d taken his daily cocktail ( an hour late ) of vitamins and supplements; stims to keep him bright eyed and bushy tailed. he was totally ready to go-- yeah, his nodding off while standing was nothing to be alarmed about.

the view port was quiet, save for the ambiance of mechanics working throughout the consoles. gentle, rhythmic beeping and whirring and the echo of marching further down the corridors. it was easy for Hux, someone who had spent most of his adult life thus far ship-side, to let his guard down when there really was no reason to have it up aboard his own ship. the only thing that put him on edge was the fact he hadn’t heard anything from or about Ren in the past few hours.

              perhaps he was sleeping-- one can only hope.

Hux stares listlessly out into the open space before him, counting stars and squinting against brighter nebulae as he star-gazed. he should have know better, of course, to let his guard down so readily. it was far too late to react or reach for the blaster holstered on his hip when he felt a hand grip his bicep; spin him quickly to about-face. the hand that had previously been on his arm, fists in the collar of his tunic instead. “ Wh- get--! ” he catches a glimpse of dark hair and puppy dog browns before he’s yanked into a kiss. 

                                                                                   and Hux short circuits for a moment.

he’d been kissed once or twice before in the past, but when his brain finally catches up with him and it clicks just who it is kissing him, Hux lifts his hands quickly to slap and shove at the broad chest against him. he manages to shove off, the break of the kiss audible and just a little suggestive with how desperate it had come across. the General is panting, though nothing has really happened-- it’s the adrenaline... he’ll tell himself that. “ Let go of me at once! ” 

again, he shoves at the other’s chest, ice blues glaring at the hulking man with a mixture of disgust, confusion, and awe. he’s seen Kylo without his mask a small number of times, but this was something entirely different. he could smell the beast-- your typical sweat and musk with something underlying that Hux couldn’t quite pin-point, but it made him sway a little closer despite himself. he could really see the lines of Ren’s face. the struggle in his eyes. the glisten of kiss slick lips-- kriff.

inhaling sharply, Hux has every intention of really letting loose. yelling, shouting, shoving. reprimanding for invading his personal space. catching him off guard. causing his heart to palpitate the way it was. instead of an onslaught of words, Hux swallows hard-- and dives forward again with both hands fisted in Ren’s tunic, similarly to how Ren had had him before. Hux is mean with his kiss; all teeth and tongue and desperation from a man who was touch starved and hadn’t had a proper kiss in over a decade. Hux shoves once more, however, sneering and wiping the corner of his mouth to rid of some saliva.

“ You horrendous beast. ”      You beautiful specimen.

                                             “ Don’t ever do that again. ”                                                   Do it all the time; please.