solohux:

At first, Kylo thinks that Hux is just playing.

It’s not unusual for the fox to be overly-touchy or forget about the rules of personal space
that Kylo has taught him but, as Kylo sits on the couch reading a book, he
realises that this is different.

Wearing nothing but a baggy black t-shirt of Kylo’s, with the
words ‘FUCK MONDAYS’ written in white
lettering on its dark material, Hux kneels on the floor, resting his chin atop
one of Kylo’s knees, his tail high in the air. Kylo drops his book for a moment
when Hux growls softly, obviously demanding attention, and Kylo leans forward
to give him a quick kiss before going back to his book.

He hears the fox huff disappointedly, but Kylo doesn’t
comment. Hux is a spoilt little thing; whatever he wants, Kylo will gladly give
him, whether that be food or a kiss.

Though this time, it seems like he wants neither of those.

Over the top of his book, Kylo sees Hux stand up, turning
his back immediately on his mate. It’s only when the flicking of Hux’s long and
bushy tail begins that Kylo’s attention is grabbed. Hux, looking back over his
shoulder at his mate, digs one of his canines into his bottom lip as his tail
swishes left and right, completely raised to its full height, bringing the hem
of his shirt up a little to give Kylo a good view of the curve of his ass.

Kylo watches silently, unable to tear his gaze away from
his mate, as though hypnotised by his moving tail, eyes roaming every inch of
pale skin that Hux has on show.

Enough is enough, Kylo thinks, eyeing a spot on one of Hux’s
asscheeks that still a little red from
where Kylo had sunk his teeth into the plump skin only days ago.

Setting his book aside carelessly and making a lunge
forward, Kylo grabs the fox’s teasing tail, giving it a tug back towards him.
Hux yelps loudly, ears twitching once suddenly to show his discomfort, but his
pained whimpers soon become quieter as he falls perfectly into Kylo’s lap, back
pressed against the human’s strong chest, exactly
where Kylo had wanted him.

“Such a naughty little thing,” Kylo whispers, nipping at
Hux’s ear, knowing that the sex that Hux prefers is animalistic in every way; scratching, pinning-down, biting,
nipping, sucking. Everything that
Kylo likes.

“Mm, I saw the way you were trying to ignore me,” Hux says,
wafting his tail across Kylo’s cheek, head cocked slightly and resting against
his mate’s shoulder. “But you can’t ignore me, can you, Kylo?”

Kylo chuckles low, breath on Hux’s earlobe.

“Sweetheart,” he
coos, lips curving into a smile. The fox’s spine stiffens at the softness of
his mate’s tone. “I’m not the one giving
you a show. I know exactly what you’re thinking of when you
flag your tail. Just. Like. This.”

With every breath in between his words, Kylo slides his
palms up Hux’s milky white thighs and closer to where his cock is stirring just
underneath the hem of his baggy shirt. The fox tries to contain his moan,
making it sound like a growl, but Kylo doesn’t stop his ascent, until he’s
holding Hux’s slim hips in his palms, forcing their movements of gyration back
against his own cock, coaxing it to life.

“Oh!” Hux yells,
startled, when Kylo gives his thigh a soft slap, indicating for the fox to
move.

He obeys, and Kylo quickly slides his own pants and
underwear off, giving his cock a few hearty strokes before running his tongue
over his teeth seductively, having remembered that Hux had one commented that
teeth-licking is extremely arousing
to him.

“Up, good boy,” Kylo says when Hux mounts him again,
chest-to-chest this time, eyes locked and ready.

“Take me,” Hux whispers, leaning down to suck at Kylo’s
neck. “I want you.”

Kylo moans as Hux nips over a sensitive spot under his jaw,
his hands squeezing the plump flesh of Hux’s ass, parting his cheeks before
squishing them together, warming his eager hole up for him. After gently using
one and then two fingers to open Hux up, the fox begins cantering his hips
forward, whimpering, begging to be
filled with more than just Kylo’s fingers.

“More, Ren,” Hux says, biting Kylo’s bottom lip, pulling at
it, sucking at it. “I’m ready, stars, I’m
so ready.”

“Then take it,” Kylo replies bluntly, reaching around to
grab his cock as Hux spreads his own cheeks, lowering himself down onto Kylo’s
cock inch by inch, nerve by nerve.

The two of them let out low, guttural moans as Hux’s heat
swallows up every inch of Kylo’s length until he’s fully seated, gasping for
breath, filled. Kylo rubs the base of
Hux’s erect tail, knowing that there’s a bundle of sensitive nerves in this
exact spot and, true to his thoughts, Hux yelps suddenly grabs onto the back of
the couch, back arching as he lifts himself up and down on his mate slowly,
eyes drifting shut.

Kylo looks up, wanting to watch Hux’s expression as he’s
fucked; the way his light eyelashes flutter, the way his mouth falls open and
his sharp canines are put on show, the way his ears rise and fall as though
having a mind of their own and the way he breathlessly moans Kylo’s name.

Kylo has never seen any being more glorious than his fox.

Hux comes first, falling bonelessly against his mate’s
chest as his hips jitter, spurting all over Kylo and himself, and the sight—and
sound—of his fox orgasming is enough to bring Kylo over too, filling Hux up to
the brim with his seed.

“Fairy’s arse, Ren,” Hux curses, and Kylo smirks at his
native profanity. “You’re so…”

Hux’s words are taken from him in the form of a kiss,
stolen away from his own lips by Kylo’s.

“So are you, Hux,” Kylo says, reaching up to ruffle behind
the fox’s ear.

After deciding to spend a little more time so vulnerable in
front of each other, Kylo lies with his back flat against the back of the
couch, Hux on his stomach next to him, cheek resting on his folded arms. Idly,
Kylo’s hand strokes up the length of Hux’s tail, smoothing his fingers over the
soft orange fur, caressing every inch of it, wondering whether Hux would
consider this grooming.

“You’re so good for me, Hux,” Kylo says, combing the tip of
Hux’s tail, moving back down and massaging its base. “Such a sweet fox. My
beautiful mate.”

Hux blushes, smiles. He closes his eyes gently and exhales
when he feels Kylo cup his cheek, fingers gracing upwards to stroke the fur of
his fox years. With a soft sigh, Hux makes a series of quiet throat sounds, a
small yelp and soothing syllables that sound like impossible words to Kylo’s
ears.

“Come on, Hux. Please. In English? Unless you want to teach me your
Kitsunian language,” Kylo says with a chuckle, watching as his precious fox opens his eyes,
gazing up at Kylo like a newborn pup would do with the stars.

Hux smiles. “I…I love you.”