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โsomething tells me otherwise General.โ sharp inhaleโ โoof, not quite so hard but yes you get the idea.โ if Hux wants to play that game so will Poe, he tightens his grip on the General but one hand slides up into ginger hair and pulls his head down into Poeโs shoulder.
โI donโt need embraces from filthy rebels. Thatโs the last thing I need, actually.โ He clicked his tongue, wrapping arms around Poeโs midsection, and squeezed fiercely, employing enough force to knock the wind out of him. โLike this?โ
Poe doesnโt budge, doesnโt respond, just holds him tighter, presses him closer. giving him time to calm down and realize that Poe isnโt actively trying to harm him.
Tensing up, dropping his hands to his sides. What the hell was this, an attempt to contain him? โGet off!โ He tries to push the pilot away with his body.
//one of the pups Iโm watching is terrified of storms and weโre in a massive one right now and she is shaking like a leaf
oh now this was entirely unexpected but not at all unwelcome. Poe moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut in bliss rather than pain. teeth nipped at Huxโs lower lip, ignoring the blood, his blood, still stained there.
Licking Poeโs remnants off his lips, he closed his eyes, savoring the taste. He wanted more, but couldnโt risk taking too much. If he overfed, itโd bring him delirium. So instead, he pressed himself to Poeโs lips, breathing heavily as he nipped and suckled, pulling him closer.
Hux thankfully did not take enough to make Poe dizzy but he certainly is weak at the knees when the General finally pulls off. head fuzzy and eyes dark with desire. โenough for now or do you need more?โ
The pain from Poeโs fingernails is a dull sensation in comparison to the bliss of feeding. He can hear Poeโs heartbeat, thrumming opposite his own. Poe tastes tart, but sweet, reminiscent of a supple berry. His blood is just as vibrant, too, as he pulls off and groans. โFuckโฆโ
Poe tensed at those words, trying to prepare himself, and unfortunately failing, for the sharp pain that come with fangs piercing through tender skin. eyes squeeze shut tight, teeth clench. he hisses, digging nails into the back of Huxโs neck.
โI hope so. Because this might hurt.โ He glanced towards his lips, then his neck. Which one did he want to taste more? He decides on the latter, hissing as his fangs descend into the crook of his neck, biting aggressively. Blood floods his mouth, and he greedily sucks it down.
//Hux: Iโm gay literally everyone: WE KNOW
he huffs in amusement, wide smile showing off bright white teeth. โbelieve me General, you donโt need to use anything to keep me from getting away.โ one shoulder shrugs in a gesture to his neck. โgo ahead, we both know you want to.โ
For perhaps the first time, Hux finally sees the appeal of him. Poe looks maddeningly pretty like this, desire in his eyes and a flush on his features. It must be the hunger affecting his judgment, but it doesnโt stop him from leaning in. โSo you donโt get away from me.โ
at this point Poe is quite flustered, eyes hazy with his own lust, cheeks flushed. but a smirk still clear on his own face. โIf thatโs the case then why do you still have one arm wrapped around me?โ
The taste of salt on his skin, the river of ichor flowing just beneath his tongue, leaves Hux properly hypnotized. For a moment, there is only desire. Remembering his place, he pulls back, eyes dark with hunger, but a confident smirk on his face. โI told you I donโt need a hug.โ
soft inhaleโ letting his head be pulled back. shaky breathing when a wet tongue presses against his throat. โthis ainโt usually part of a hug Hux but Iโll let it slide this once.โ he teases the General gently.
He grabs a fistful of curls, pulling his head back. His fangs ache in his gums, but he doesnโt expose them. Instead, he presses his tongue against the side of Poeโs neck, tasting him.
he hugged Hux. and didnโt die. the apocalypse is near. impending doom.
ah, there he goes. much better. Poe is content to let him stay there as long as he is comfortable. fingers card gently through soft ginger locks.
A cruel, satisfied smile replaces the previous discontent expression on the Generalโs face. He wonders if he could break a few bones this wayโwhat *were the limits of his strength, after all?โ but is distracted by Poeโs maneuvering. Suddenly heโs overwhelmed by his scent. โMmhโฆโ
he is hot. floor is cool.
Pitiful creature.
โmhm. both of my parents fought in the Resistance and helped defeat the Empire.โ
โYou grew up on the rebel base??โ She doesnโt know much about Poe, truthfully.
โitโs called a hug, Hux. Iโm hugging you. because I felt like you needed it.โ with each breath he inhales he catches a scent that is pure Hux, and it smells divine. โin normal situations a hug would be returned, however this is not a normal situation so I am not expecting that.โ
Poeโs body heat cascades over him, and it almost feels like suffocation paired with his firm hold. The part of him not currently focused on his own self-preservation almost finds the warmth pleasant, and it threatens to push survival instincts away. โWhat are you doing?โ
//ope here we go ๐คฃ๐คฃ
โoh, yes. they are all quite sassy thatโs for sure.โ he tilts his head in pretend confusion, eyes glinting playfully. he doesnโt even respond to the General, merely takes another step towards him, reaches out to wrap arms around his shoulders and back, and pulls him into a hug.
โI meant โฆ. Sassy. They have minds of their own.โ He takes a step back, tilting his head at the pilot. โWhatever it is youโre thinking of doing, it wonโt work.โ
โI grew up on Yavin 4, which is practically completely jungle terrain. Iโm not used to this insane heat either.โ
โYou know, thatโs pretty smart. Itโs been insanely humid here. Iโm used to dry desert heat not this bantha bullshit.โ Sitting up, dusting the dirt and grime off her clothes.
โmost of them do I think, Iโve seen a few that have gotten crossed with another breed and somehow end up little fluffballs. those long coats are a pain to manage Iโve been told.โ another small step closer to Hux. heโs trying to catch him just a bit off guard.
โShort haired. They all tend to be like that though, donโt they?โ