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"You look so good sucking my cock," Poe said, through a deep thrum of happiness.
It was true. His kinda-boyfriend, maybe?, ex-General Armitage Hux of the First Order and later, Resistance spy, looked phenomenally good on his knees in front of Poe. The fact that he was doing it of his own free will made it even better.
Hux shot him a look of some flavor Poe couldn't immediately identify, but didn't slow down.
Poe grunted, folding slightly forward on the edge of the bed so he'd be in a better position.
Not only was Hux attentive, brilliant, and a very quick study, but he was also scarily focused on whatever he chose to master. Poe thanked his lucky stars that recently, Hux had been super into finding new ways to get Poe off.
"You're so good at that, babe," Poe said, carding his fingers through Hux's glorious reddish-orange hair. It was like flying through an explosion. "You're so smart. So handsome. So good."
At that, Hux pulled off and remained kneeling between Poe's legs. His fists were tight on his thighs, and he had a furrow between his eyebrows.
"Did I say something wrong?" Poe asked in confusion. "Why'd you stop?"
"Dameron, I..." Hux started, then stopped and stared at the floor as though it held a vital secret that he needed to memorize.
Poe felt a plunging in his stomach region. Had Hux finally figured out that he had far better things to do than waste his time and extremely proficient cock-sucking talents on perennial fuck-up Poe Dameron?
Maybe he'd met someone else? Maybe he wanted to break up. Or maybe he just didn't like what they'd been doing?
"Talk to me, Hugs," Poe said, moving his fingers to try to tilt up Hux's chin so he could look into his eyes.
Hux let his chin be lifted, but his eyes skittered away from Poe's.
"What's up? We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Poe said.
Kriff. He really hoped Hux wasn't breaking up with him.
Hux seemed to come to a decision. He took a deep breath and looked up at Poe.
"I find that I require something different when we are engaged in this kind of intimate relation," he said.
"Oh?" Poe asked, half amused, half concerned. "What 'something different' are you thinking of?"
Hux didn't immediately answer. His eyes wanted to drop, but he seemed to force them to stay locked onto Poe's. A pink flush was starting to invade his face.
"You can tell me. I won't hold it against you," Poe said, rubbing up and down Hux's cheek with his fingers.
He had no idea what things had been like for him back in the First Order, but he was betting that people there didn't treat each other's weird bedroom quirks with any degree of care or concern. Hell, they probably used them against each other to get ahead politically.
He wondered if that had ever happened to Hugs before.
"To be specific," Hux continued, "I find that all the... constant praise... distracts me. I dislike it and find it annoying."
"Oh," Poe said, considering. "You don't like it because...?"
The red flush on Hux's face was getting deeper. He straightened his spine even more.
"It leads my mind down avenues that are not, ah, sexually enticing," Hux said. Then his eyes did pull to the right, before he refocused them on Poe. "If you require giving it, however --"
"I don't require it," Poe broke in.
Hux paused and took another breath. "Then, could I ask you to..."
The silence stretched on for an unusually long time.
"You can ask me to do anything, and then I can say yes or no," Poe said, forcing himself to be patient. "It's called communication. Negotiation."
"Yes, very well. In that case, I would like to request that you call me names. And, ah. Degrade me," Hux said. The tone of his voice sounded unsure, which was something that Poe did not hear a lot of, from him.
Come to think of it, Poe wasn't certain he'd ever heard an unsure Hux before.
Poe smiled.
"Just so I'm clear — you want me to insult you, call you degrading name, stuff like that?" Poe asked.
Hux's face was slightly twisted in what looked like apprehension. "Yes."
"Like — what kind of names? Slut? Whore? Cock-hungry twink?"
"Any of those," Hux said. "Or other things like that. Yes."
"D'you want to be insulted for wanting cock? Maybe told you're not a real man, but I am?" Poe asked. He'd been with people who had that particular hang-up, and it would make sense if the First Order had done that same whammy on Hux's mind.
Hux nodded quickly. "And... how it's pathetic and disgusting that I want it at all," he said in a low voice, almost a whisper. "How it's obvious to anyone that I want it. Want you. But that I'm not..."
"Not what, babe?" Poe asked.
Hux somehow straightened even more and muttered, "Not good enough."
Poe smiled at him and let his fingers stroke over Hux's face, cradling him, feeling his arousal spike. Admitting all that had to be hard for Hux, but he was doing it! He was doing so well!
If there was one thing Poe liked, it was doing whatever it took to get his partner there.
"I can do all of that," Poe said, infusing his voice with warmth. "No problem at all."
Hux breathed out carefully, and seemed to relax one half notch.
"How about insulting you for the whole First Order thing?" Poe asked. That was a totally different ball of wax, and he didn't want to assume.
"Yes, that — would be good."
"Okay. How about boy or babyboy? Girl? Little bitch?"
"No — ah, that is, no thank you," Hux said. "I dislike those. I do not feel at all feminine. And in any case, I am older than you."
"Just by three years, which isn't that much," Poe said cheerfully. "Anything else?"
Hux flushed. "I hardly want to write you a playbook. Surely your famed Resistance 'improvisation' should prove equal to the task."
Poe nodded, privately realizing he had pushed Hux as far as he could go just then.
"That's all fine," Poe said, letting his fingers trail gently over his boyfriend's face. "All right — I think I have the idea, but you have to let me know if anything doesn't land quite right. Understood?"
Hux nodded. His face was still filled with tension.
Poe had no idea how long Hux must have been working himself up to say something. He briefly felt regret for the past several months, during which he'd been loading Hux down with praise like it was his job. Meanwhile, Hux had been working himself up to finally say something about it.
Poe wanted to praise him for his bravery, but that would defeat the entire purpose.
Time to get into character.
"So," he mused, letting his fingers take a firmer hold of Hux's jaw. "The cock slut has requests."
Hux breathed out deeply, relaxing just a fraction more into Poe's hand.
"And what made you think you could just ask me for whatever you want, hmm?" Poe inquired in a pleasant tone of voice. "When all you're good for is sucking my cock?" He gave Hux's face a little shake. "Get back to it, First Order scum."
Hux's breath had sped up, and he was trembling slightly as he dove back in. Poe's cock had softened slightly during all the negotiations, but it didn't take much for Hux's talented tongue to get it back to full hardness.
"You just want to be used," Poe said, letting his hands tug on Hux's hair a bit harder than he knew he liked. "I bet back in the First Order everyone had their turn with you. It's obvious to everyone what you are and just what you're good for."
Hux dove deeper, swallowing around Poe's cock. He was definitely trembling more now, which Poe chose to take as a good sign.
"But all those First Order cocks were just practice," Poe expanded. "Now you're finally on your knees in front of a real man. And you just can't control how much you want it. Can you?"
Hux gave a low moan and relaxed his throat, letting the tip of Poe's cock slip down his esophagus.
"Anyone could tell what you are, just by looking at you," Poe continued, letting his hips speed up. Hux was really, really good at sucking cock, and Poe hoped he was doing this right, saying the right things to get Hux hard and get him off. He wanted to be the best lay Hux had ever had.
"Everyone knows you love sucking my cock," Poe said. "You walk around the base with my smell all over you. Everyone can tell."
Hux moaned at that, and Poe smiled to himself. He'd thought that one would land — Hux was so fussy about cleanliness and discretion.
"You really think you're good enough to take my load?" Poe asked, shoving himself forward until he felt Hux's throat fluttering around him. "Really? Because I gotta tell you, you're really not."
That made Hux whimper, but in an aroused sounding way, Poe was pretty sure. He was watching carefully to see if he went too far, but all indications were that Hux was really getting into this.
"You're not good enough for me, but maybe I should tell all my friends about you," Poe mused. "How eager you are to have my cock down your throat. How much you can't wait to get on your knees for me. Maybe I could pass you around at a party. Let all the Rebels take their turn using that slutty First Order mouth of yours. Maybe your ass, too. So many of my pals will use you that you'll be stretched out and dripping, too loose to be any good for me."
Hux gave a little negative-sounding grunt, and his throat muscles worked to take in air, but found only Poe instead.
"On second thought, maybe I'll keep you all to myself," Poe said, pulling off just slightly so Hux could gasp in some air, then shoving back in roughly. "Keep you on your knees in my room. Chained to my bed. Your mouth and your slutty hole ready for me to come in and use whenever I want. Maybe I'll stuff a giant plug up your ass so you'll always be loose and slick for me. Ready to take my load whenever and however I want."
That seemed to be working for Hux, if the little sounds and trembles he was making were any indication.
Poe continued, letting his voice turn filthier. "Then, after I've used your hole, I'll stuff the plug back up your ass to keep my come inside you. Bet that would drive you wild. You'd be desperate for me to come in and use you. Staring at the door, hoping it would be me coming through to fuck you, and not one of my Resistance friends."
Hux was impaling his face on Poe's erection now, leaking drool out of the sides of his mouth.
"Maybe I'll bring two of my friends in to use both your holes at once," Poe murmured, tightening his fingers. "And I'll just sit and watch them fuck your slutty little body, because you're not good enough to feel my cock anywhere near you."
Hux had tears in his eyes, clinging to his blond-orange eyelashes and starting to leak out of the sides. Poe pushed his cock farther down Hux's throat and tilted his face up, looking into his grayish-green eyes.
"Oh, you're crying?" Poe asked in mock concern. "Ask me how much I care. But you can't ask me — you're too busy sucking my cock like the whorish little twink you are. Gods, it must feel good to be so close to a real man for once in your pathetic life. I bet you could actually get off just on this."
Hux gave a tiny nod, and his right arm started doing something rhythmic down where Poe couldn't see.
"Are you touching yourself?" Poe demanded. "Stop that — you don't get to touch my property."
Hux moaned louder at that.
"I'll let you rub yourself off on my leg, First Order filth," Poe said. "But only because I'm feeling generous."
Hux eagerly pulled Poe's calf in between his thighs, clamping it in place and beginning to ride on it, pushing his hardness into Poe.
"Look at you — humping my leg like a dog, just because you're so excited to smell and taste a real man," Poe said. He stared down at Hux — his boyfriend, who was so smart that he figured out what he actually needed in bed, and who was so brave that he'd actually worked up the courage to say it out loud.
That couldn't have been easy for him, Poe knew.
Tears were slipping down Hux's face more freely now, and he had his eyes mostly closed. He was breathing when and where he could around Poe's cock, taking little sips of air that shouldn't be enough for him, and keeping on going out of sheer determination.
"You're pathetic," Poe said, when what he meant was You're incredible, you're astounding, you're so good at this.
"Go ahead and get yourself off on me so I don't have to bother," Poe said, letting his voice sound even crueller. "Maybe I'll tell all my friends about how the First Order traitor is so desperate for cock that he got himself off all over my leg at just the taste of one."
Hux seemed to be close, based on how his rhythm had sped up. His mouth and throat worked at Poe convulsively.
"You're disgusting," Poe said. "Coming just from my cock down your throat and the sound of my voice."
For whatever reason, that did it — that was what pushed Hux over the edge. He cried out, although the sound was muffled, buried as Hux's face was in Poe's lap, and he spasmed against Poe's leg, clutching at him.
Poe pulled himself out. With a few quick, rough jerks to his cock, he was coming all over Hux's face. He did make sure to avoid his eyes, though — that stuff stings, as he had cause to know.
Hux was deflating, slumping against Poe's leg. It was a testament to his altered state that he didn't even object to having Poe's come painting his face.
"There you go," Poe crooned, reaching blindly for a wet cloth that they'd wisely placed on the nightstand, and cleaning off Hux's face. His body was humming with the recent peak of his orgasm, and he felt a mighty sense of accomplishment.
He was so, so proud of Hux for actually saying what he wanted, for once. Poe just hoped that he'd done a good job of saying the right things.
"C'm'ere," Poe said, tugging Hux up off the floor. "Your knees have gotta be sore by now."
Hux let himself be folded into bed, where he lay, slowly letting his breathing return to normal. Poe took the opportunity to clean Hux's come off his leg before joining him, nestling himself against Hux's chest and tugging up the blanket.
"Good?" Poe asked. He thought so, but he didn't want to assume. "I didn't go too hard?"
Hux gave a dry-sounding chuckle that could also have been an aborted sob.
"You're very quick, Dameron," he said. "That was... adequate."
"Adequate," Poe repeated with a smile. "Ya know, coming from you, 'adequate' sounds an awful lot like 'astounding.'"
"Don't flatter yourself," Hux grumbled.
Poe let a beat pass. "But can I —"
"Don't flatter me, either," Hux finished.
"No flattery. Got it," Poe said, snuggling closer and giving a satisfied sigh. He could fall asleep here, and he probably would.
"Dameron," Hux said after a few long, silent moments.
"Hmm?" Poe was almost asleep, but he cracked one eye open and tried to focus.
"Thank you," Hux said in a voice so small that Poe almost missed it. "It's hard to explain why, but... I needed that."
That got Poe to wake back up and pull away enough to really look at his boyfriend — his smart, brave, fucked-in-the-head-but-working-on-it boyfriend.
"Hugs, you're so fucking amazing," Poe couldn't help saying. He pulled Hux into a kiss in which he tried to pour out all his feelings through the medium of teeth, tongue, and lips.
Hux tensed at first, but then softened, his arms cradling Poe closer, kissing back just as thoroughly.
Poe smiled into the kiss. It turned out that as long as he kept his praise non verbal, he'd still be able to show Hugs just how much he appreciated him — and that was just fine. That was more than fine.
If that was what Hugs needed, then he needed it, and that was all Poe really needed to hear.