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It had been a long night. Between the rest of the insufferable party, and the time spent working with his security to make sure the rest of the assassin’s conspirators wouldn’t be able to reach him until he decided to deal with them, Hux was past ready have some time alone.
Well, time alone with Ren.
The knight was padding behind him, still connected to his Emperor by the leash, his footfalls quiet on the deep red of the carpet as Hux led him along the hallway back to his quarters. Ren’s eyes were downcast, his mind obviously already focused on what would happen once they were alone, imagining that he might be rewarded for his behavior at the party. For protecting his Emperor. But he wasn’t allowed to ask for such a reward, so instead he simply walked quietly at the correct distance behind and to Hux’s left, restrained anticipation visible in the lines of his body.
By the time Hux finally opened the door to his suite of rooms and led Ren inside, he could feel the knight’s emotions hanging in the air around them. He backed the knight against the door when it closed behind them and reached out, grasping him by the chin and tipping his head up, preventing him from hiding his face behind his waves of dark hair. Thus exposed, the already present redness in his cheeks spread until it reached the tips of his ears. He was biting his lip, eyes still downcast. Hux smiled at him as he pulled his hand away to reach into the jacket of his elaborate costume, pulling out a cigarra and a lighter. Ren’s hungry eyes watched him as he put the cigarra in his mouth, cupping a hand over the end as he lit it. He met the knight’s eyes with his own appraising gaze as he slid the lighter back into his jacket.
He beckoned the knight to follow him, watching him stride over quickly to stand directly in front of him, in the center of the large rug that covered most of the empty floor space. It had been given to him by an artist from one of the Core worlds, an intricate thing with a design that suggested the First Order symbol. Ren standing attentive in its center, ready to be commanded, was a fetching visual. Though... Hux could think of at least one way it could be improved.
“On your knees,” he said sharply, smiling as Ren obeyed without hesitation, dropping to the floor and falling into the standard position that Hux had trained into him, resting on his heels and leaned over with his hands crossed at the wrists behind his back. His dark hair fell beautifully over his face. Hux simply stood for a long moment, admiring the view.
Yes, it was a very nice visual.
Then he stepped back, and settled into his chair, cigarra between his lips and a datapad in his hand.
It was nearly an hour before Hux looked at Ren again.
There was always far too much work to be done, as Emperor, and Hux wanted to get enough of it done that he wouldn’t feel he was shirking by... indulging himself with Ren. And it was an indulgence. Besides, Ren could always use practice in the art of patience. It still wasn’t his strong suit, but he was improving, Hux thought.
The knight was used to being forced to wait. His life fit into Hux’s schedule, not the other way around, and it was rare that he got the attention he wanted without first having to wait for Hux to be done with whatever else he needed to do first, with all the things that were more important than Ren. Hux thought it was an important thing for Ren to learn, the art of waiting, and learn he had.
But that didn’t make it easy for him, Hux knew.
By the time Hux finally set his datapad aside and turned his gaze back to Ren, he could practically see the impatience coming off him in waves. He was still in the same spot and had managed to hold the same position, Hux was pleased to note with some amount of pride, but he was tense, staring up at Hux with eyes full of barely disguised need. A need to be touched, to be fucked, to be hurt. A need to have Hux’s attention, in any way he could get it.
Hux made him wait a bit longer, taking in the sight of him silently until he felt he’d had his fill, until the desire to take what he wanted from Ren had him standing from his chair and approaching until the knight could rub his cheek, still in the muzzle, against his clothed leg.
“You were perfect tonight,” Hux said quietly, causing Ren to gasp quietly with the praise. “You did so well.”
He glanced down, and his smile turned slightly mocking as he noticed that Ren was already starting to stiffen in his expensive pants.
“Already expecting a reward, I see,” he said dryly. Ren swallowed and shook his head in denial.
“No? You’re not? Well, then.... if you don’t think you deserve it....” he said, a cruel edge to his voice as he dropped his hand and stepped back. “Then maybe I won’t give you one.”
He knew it was mean, catching Ren between the twin pressures of Hux’s own rules, knowing he’d earned his reward but not allowed to demand it, but it was just so entertaining. Ren whimpered, a confused and pathetic sound, and Hux loved it.
“Oh? You don’t like that idea?”
Ren shook his head quickly, whining. Hux laughed at the desperation, but decided to take pity on him.
“Don’t worry, pet. You were very good,” he said soothingly. “Strip. Shirt, gloves, boots. Leave the pants ...and leave the collar.” He didn’t bother to tell Ren not to remove the muzzle; it was locked and the key was sitting securely in Hux’s breast pocket.
Ren hastened to obey his orders. As Hux dropped the leash and stepped away to stand waiting in parade rest in the center of the floor, he dropped down against the wall to pull off his fur lined boots, then his gloves, and finally to tug his high collared tunic carefully out from under the red leather collar. When he was done, he folded the top neatly and set everything in their proper spaces in one of the closets. Hux watched him fondly; it had taken a long time to break him of the habit of just throwing his things on the ground wherever he happened to be standing, and the care he was showing now was yet more proof of his progress.
He ran his hand through that thick hair, gently, almost affectionately.
“You do deserve a reward, you know. You were wonderful. So well behaved, so devoted. Such a good pet. The perfect guard dog.” Hux’s tone was one used for children and animals, not any way to speak to a grown man and a powerful Force user. But Ren shuddered under his touch regardless, obviously enjoying the praise and the degradation in equal measure. Ren always did like humiliation and approval.
Hux took in his prone form, vulnerable even with all his strength. It gave him the strong urge to hurt him.
And really, why not indulge myself?
He stubbed the end of his cigarra out on Ren’s smooth white neck, right over one of his dark moles. Ren yelped, the sound echoing in the large chambers.
It was a sound that was more pleasure than pain, and the low whine that escaped his lips next as Hux pulled the cigarra away could never be mistaken for anything but pleasured. Hux took a moment to admire the way Ren’s mouth fell open as his thumb stroked over the burn, the knight’s breathing coming faster now.
Ren always did like pain, too.
He hooked two fingers into the muzzle, and tugged Ren up quickly, harshly. The knight stumbled as he unfolded, his legs obviously stiff from holding the same position for so long. Hux dragged him towards the bed by the muzzle, tossing him onto it roughly so that he was bent over for him, feet still touching the floor and his upper body sprawled across the red silk sheets. The knight had always been oversized, too large for any space, and it was never more evident to Hux than when he was in his bed, taking up much more space than was reasonable. When Hux grabbed a length of rope from one of the drawers built into the side of the bed and stretched Ren out to his full length, tying his hands to the headboard, he was struck as he always was by the sheer size of him. As he pulled back, he slid his hands over the rippling muscles in the knight’s back, admiring how they twitched and moved underneath him. Hux kept his hands resting on Ren’s hips as he got off the bed, leaning over to plant a kiss to the base of his spine that made the knight jump and grind his hips into the bed helplessly.
“Ren,” Hux whispered into the skin of his back, “Since you’ve been so good, I’m going to fuck you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” He ground his hips against Ren’s ass to punctuate the statement.
Ren whined in response, a desperate, needy sound.
Yes. Yes, Please. Hux. Sir.
Hux landed a swift slap on Ren’s upturned ass.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” he said sharply. He got no reply except a low groan, distorted by the muzzle. “Better.” He paused to bite into the knight’s hip until he tasted blood, getting another groan in response. “You had best behave, Ren. Don’t think I won’t change my mind.”
Ren nodded and whimpered.
“You will behave, won’t you?”
He nodded again, more enthusiastically this time, desperate to please.
“Good,” Hux whispered, taking a moment to lick up some of the blood seeping from the new, deep bruise just above those black pants. “Now fetch what I need.”
Ren knew what he wanted, and twisted in his bonds, shifting so that he could see the drawer where Hux kept his lubricant. It opened on its own as Ren stared at it, biting his lip to maintain his concentration while Hux bit more bruises up his side, sliding his fingers under the knight’s waistband and undoing his pants. He admitted he was purposely trying to distract him, but Ren managed to pick the unlabelled bottle out of the drawer with only one minor wobble. Hux plucked it neatly out of the air when it was tossed towards him, letting Ren see his approving smile.
“Good.”
He watched Ren tremble as he pulled the last piece of clothing off him, tossing the black pants aside and shoving his legs apart roughly. He slicked up his gloved fingers, sliding them between the knight’s thighs. His fingers circled his hole gently, carefully, but when he finally shoved two fingers into him it was anything but gentle. Ren gasped with the sensation, squirming in this bonds. His hips were moving, trying to fuck himself back onto Hux’s fingers.
Hux slapped him again, and he stilled, with obvious difficulty.
As he went back to his work he allowed himself to bask in this, in the sight of Ren shaking with the effort of staying still for him, denying himself because Hux ordered him too. As much as he loved Ren’s usefulness, his power.... this was what he enjoyed the most. The perfect obedience that Hux himself had trained into him, the fact that the knight would obey not because it was easy to, but because he couldn’t conceive of disobeying him. Because he wanted so badly to please him.
Hux watched Ren’s muscles tense and quiver with each thrust of his fingers and lost himself to the sweet rush of his power over the knight. All that that strength, that mystic force and unrivaled power... all his. He usually got bored with his sexual partners, but he would never tire of that feeling.
The feeling of owning Ren.
And the wonderful sound of him whining, begging without words to be fucked, to be used.... well, Hux wasn’t tired of that either. He could feel his lip curl into something between a smile and a sneer as he gave himself over to arousal and that mean flash of want in his gut. He twisted his fingers in Ren’s thick hair and pulled, forcing him to arch back as far as he could, muscles straining.
“You’re mine,” he hissed in his knight’s ear, “Mine, do you understand?” Ren choked out a guttural moan in response, nodding his head as much as was possible with Hux’s grip on his hair.
“You would do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you?” He continued, enjoying the way Ren twisted in his grip, making needy noises, desperate to show his agreement. Hux’s pants were painfully tight now, and he reached down with one hand and undid them quickly, pulling his cock out and rubbing it against the cleft of Ren’s ass teasingly, wringing even more noises out of him.
Hux shoved his face into the bed harshly, leaning over him as he lined himself up, letting Ren feel the head of his cock at his entrance but keeping himself just out of reach.
“Show me how much you want this, Ren,” he breathed into the back of the knight’s pale neck, laughing at the instant and desperate response. Ren moaned loudly through the muzzle, squirming and bucking back against him, begging with his body for Hux’s cock as if he couldn't live without it. Hux laughed again, his hands keeping the knight’s hips pined in an iron grip, keeping himself just out of reach, taunting, letting Ren work himself up into a frenzy of need and want before he took pity on him. He slid into Ren in one smooth stroke, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at how easy it was.
“God, you are such a fucking slut, Ren. So well trained for me,” he said with vicious pleasure. Ren spread his legs further in response, a nonverbal agreement that made Hux laugh breathlessly and reward him by thrusting into him harder, setting a bruising pace.
Just how his pet liked it.
Sure enough, it took what Hux thought was a laughably short amount of time for Ren to come apart at the seams, throwing aside his pride and composure and devolving into primal, animal need, whining low in his throat and grinding his hips into the bed with abandon. Hux was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to cut off those gorgeous noises; he grinned cruelly and reached for the leash where it laid discarded, coiled gold on the red silk sheets, wrapping it around one gloved hand.
And then he pulled. Hard.
Ren made a strangled choking sound as the collar tightened around his neck, his head pulled back painfully. Hux relished it, tangling his other hand in the knight’s hair again to keep him in place as he maintained the pressure around his neck. He kept fucking him through it, watching Ren fall apart as he neared his climax, making choked off sounds, moans and whimpers as he thrashed underneath him. The sounds turned feral, desperate and inhuman, and Hux knew that Ren was having to hold himself back, needing to come but knowing he wasn’t allowed until he got permission, unable to ask for it. Hux grinned down at him and decided to give him what he wanted.
This was a reward, after all.
“Alright...” he whispered, leaning over to speak into his ear, watching the instant response in Ren’s body, feeling him tense around his cock. Ren knew what he was going to say, had been trained to react to it. He was whimpering, shaking, waiting.
“Come for me.”
He let go of the leash, and with that first gasp of oxygen Ren came with a muffled cry, shuddering and tensing around Hux’s cock. Hux fucked him through it, falling into a slow, deep, even rhythm as he chased his own release. It didn’t take long. Ren was squirming and whimpering with overstimulation, and the pathetic sound of him pushed Hux over the edge quickly. He spilled into Ren and the knight took it like a precious offering, turning his head to stare up at Hux with worshipful eyes, his pupils still blown with his arousal. Hux smiled down at him as he pulled away and fixed his clothes, enjoying the sight of him, fuck out and disheveled, panting and sprawled over his bed with the dark leather in perfect contrast to the pale white of his skin. It made Hux wish he was an artist; he would have painted this scene and hung it up on his wall to look at every day. Or perhaps in his throne room, where everyone would be able to see exactly how he had mastered his knight.
After a long moment he walked around the bed, releasing the ropes that were holding Ren’s arms taut and crawling up into the bed himself. Ren was putty in his arms, boneless and submissive, and Hux allowed him to curl up and rest his head in his lap with an indulgent smile. He threaded slender fingers into dark hair, stroking it affectionately.
It is rather relaxing, Hux thought, pampering one’s pet.
Hux stared down at Ren, his knight, who had saved his life tonight and several times before, so well trained, so unquestioning and uncompromising in his absolute loyalty. He debated what to say to him in this moment, to get across how perfect he found him.
After a quiet minute, he smiled, and spoke.
“Good boy.”
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