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Hux(34)

I'm not interested in your bleeding hearts. If you're under the age of 25, click X. I enjoy people who are competent and actually know how to do their jobs, and do them well.

Also, leather.

✓.✕

YES

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From:

neutronium

[Hux watches Giovanni strip, doing it slowly, as instructed. It's clear that the man can follow directions, and seems to do it well. There is also something else in it, as well, the way he raises his chin, breathes. Hux, for his part, has pulled out the riding crop, letting it rest lazily in one of his hands. He licks his lips absently, enjoying the sight before him.

Created or not, it's an excellent frame.

Letting out a light hum, Hux brushes the tip of the crop along Giovanni's hip, sliding to his naval, then up his chest to sternum, resting at his clavicle.]

Good boy.

You are truly an excellent looking creature. I approve.

[He smirks a bit bigger, shifting to sit up a bit, a hand coming to rest on his hip, thumb digging into the muscle there, squeezing.]

From:

ofobedience

Lucky me.

[He says it lightly, as though the compliment doesn't mean so very much yet despite that there's something in him that responds to the words of praise, has his chin lifting just a little higher. It surprises him, honestly, that hearing those words from a set of lips other than the ones he most wants to hear them from can still settle him, set off small sparks of pleasure in the pit of his stomach and all along his Spine. Because he wants to be seen that way. He does.

He doesn't find it unpleasant to be looked at in that way, studied as though he's a well-made machine rather than an autonomous person because in many ways he associates himself more with the former than the latter. The feel of leather against his skin as the crop slides over him, as Hux' fingers press against the lean muscle under pale skin-- it leaves him waiting and expectant, keeping pliant but still beneath the other man's gaze]

From:

neutronium

Yes--yes you are lucky.

[Hux brings the crop back, smacking it against Giovanni's chest lightly, grazing against a nipple. He knows what sort of pressure to give, to ride against the levels of pleasure and pain.

He'll see how he takes that, but he still keeps his hand on the other's hip, lets it curl a bit higher, stroking softly.]

You're lucky that someone like me gives you attention. That someone like me knows what you need. Do you know how many people here don't understand you? That I may one of the few who do? You should be thanking me for that.

[Another smack, this time on the other side of his chest.]