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  Armitage Hux smiles again as another couple steps in front of him, welcoming Mr. and Mrs. Mitaka to the party. It was already in full swing with guests drinking and laughing as a soft jazz band played in the background.  Armitage Hux stands perfectly at his husband’s arm, looking every bit the trophy husband he is. Dark burgundy Tom Ford suit, So Kate Louboutin heels, perfect ginger hair, soft makeup, and a pair of diamond studs that matches his over the top engagement and wedding rings. Henric loves to show his arm candy off, after all. 

  It was funny, really. This whole fundraiser is for Henric’s senatorial campaign, for the Republican Party, but they’ve been married for ten years and Henric shows his very flamboyant gay husband every chance he’s got. 

  The ginger is musing about all this to himself when another guest arrives. He’s tall, wide shoulders, gorgeous wild curls. Looking criminally sexy in his black bespoke three-piece suit. Kylo Ren, Henric’s chief of security. My, he was a tall glass of water and Armitage was thirsty. 

  He extends his hand politely, but Ren doesn’t shake it. He bows and kisses his knuckles. “Mr. Pryde, your husband looks absolutely stunning tonight.” He lets go of Hux’s hand and now shakes Henric’s, “The party looks great”. Armitage takes his hand back and places it above the other already wrapped around Henric Pryde’s arm. He squeezes the arm affectionately. It wouldn’t do him any good if the old fart noticed just how hotly he and Ren were eyeing each other. “Please enjoy the evening” is all Pryde says, oblivious. 

  Hux keeps welcoming guests for quite a bit longer after Ren has merged into the crowd. He tries his best to focus on the task, but the dark presence that is Ren keeps drawing his attention. His title is Chief of Security, but Armitage knows better. The First Order security firm was just a front for the newest and biggest crime syndicate in New York City, and Kylo Ren had risen through the ranks fast. He was Snoke’s right hand. Violent. Merciless. And it was that mercilessness that made him the boss as soon as Snoke died. Armitage knew damn well it’s a bad idea. That he’s got to be a little fucked in the head to be so attracted to a mob boss. But he was already wrong in the head when he married his father’s best friend and business partner. 

  The cold night air hits his face as Armitage steps out onto the patio. He needs a cigarette so fucking bad. Hosting parties like this wouldn’t be so bad if the conversation wasn’t so dull. He can deal with all the fake pleasantries and the dirty looks from the most conservative guests, but the conversation numbed his mind. 

  He leans his back against the outside wall, away from prying eyes, and places the thin cigarette on his lips. A gold lighter appears in front of him and lights it for him. The ginger looks at the manly hand, the strong arm and finally the handsome face in front of him. “Thanks, darling” he smirks at Ren and takes a long drag. 

  Ren leans his shoulder against the wall right beside Hux, “my pleasure Mr. Pryde”. 

  “Hux, I didn’t take his surname,” The ginger corrects after blowing out the smoke, “what brings you outside, Mr. Ren? There’s quite a few potential clients for you inside.”

  “Parties like this are too stuffy. Besides, the most interesting person came out here for a cig.” Ren smirks down at the ginger. He gently takes hold of Hux’s chin and tilts it up, “how did Pryde manage to marry such a slutty vixen like you? I gotta give it to him, he’s right to show you off, make everyone jealous”. 

  Armitage licks his lips before taking another drag, and blows it in Ren’s face, “Darling, please, he’s not lucky, he’s corrupt. You know that better than anyone. After all, you clean up his messes” He pushes himself off the wall and steps away from the mobster, “and you know there’s cameras everywhere in this mansion, don’t get me in trouble, he’s possessive.”

  “I’d be, too” Kylo looks Hux up and down, “he’s got me surveilling you, I’m guessing he knows he’s not good enough for you and is afraid you’ll leave him”. 

  “And you are?” Armitage turns to face him again, finishing his cigarette and extinguishing the bud under his red sole, “good enough for me, I mean? I can’t leave him, so It doesn’t really matter.” With that, the ginger walks back in. He’s been away for too long, and Henric hates it when he smokes. He’ll need to fuck him extra good tonight, or there’ll be bruises showing at his spa appointment tomorrow. 

  Kylo Ren furrows his brows as he watches Hux walk away. He knows the type of person Pryde is. He’s eliminated people for him -one way or another- for years. Pryde’s dealings with the FO began in Snoke’s time, when Kylo was just a foot soldier, and all this time, Armitage was with him. Always the perfect arm candy. It’s not like he’s got a juvenile crush on the man, but he can’t deny Hux is just his type: slim, legs for days, tiny waist, Jesus, the man was such a twink, and the red hair? That was the cherry on top. 

  So it annoyed him, thinking about Pryde having him. And Ren was pretty sure Hux was barely legal then. Disgusting. 

  He walks inside, Hux is by Pryde’s side again. Their eyes cross, Hux whispers something into his husband’s ear. The older man nods and Hux steps away. He glances at Ren again and tilts his head slightly. Ren smirks, and follows the ginger into a dark hallway, careful so he’s not noticed.

  Armitage looks over his shoulder at him just before disappearing behind a door. Ren quickly follows and locks the door behind himself. It’s a service bathroom, and Hux is looking at him through the mirror, “show me you’re good enough for me, then” he purrs, sultry and sinfully. 

  Ren moves before he thinks, pushing his raging boner against Hux’s ass, one hand grabbing his throat, the other already undoing Hux’s suit pants. “Baby, I can be so good to you.” He kisses along Hux’s neck. Armitage’s pants fall to the floor. Ren groans at the sight, the ginger is wearing lingerie, stockings and all. “Fucking hell, Hux, you’re a fucking tease”. 

  He undoes his own pants as Hux grabs a handful of his hair. “You better have a condom, darling, I’d hate to have to stop this now”, says the ginger. Ren nods, searching his pockets. He finds one, takes it and rolls it on. Hux places his hands on the sink for support and pushes his ass up. Ren pushes the black lace panties down and chuckles, “a plug, really?”, he pulls the bejeweled plug off and drops it in the sink. Hux is open and slick and the sight is sinful and Ren slips in with ease. They both moan. Hux is warm and sucks him in greedly. Was he younger, he’d cum right now. But Ren is a hardened criminal, so he takes what he wants. His hands wrap around Hux’s creamy white hips and sets a punishing pace, fucking into him with controlled force. 

  “Fuck, you’re huge” The ginger can’t help himself. Truthfully, he’d been with Henric for too long, and this was a big change of pace. His body was on fire with lust, he wants to buck his hips back, meet Kylo’s thrusts, but the mobster keep him firmly in place, and he fucking loves it. 

  The dirty fucking. 

  The girth inside of him.

  The danger of the whole situation. 

  The insanity of it. 

  God, he loves all of it.

  Henrik would actually kill him if he found out. But he couldn’t help it. The chemistry between him and Ren was so strong. Ren’s touch made him feel alive. And he’s been a cadaver walking for so long. He needs this. 

  His legs begin to tremble and his dick is leaking. He’s not even sure of how loud he is being right now, but it’s probably too loud, for Kylo moves one of his hands to cover his mouth, the other keeps him steady. 

  Kylo’s thrusts are becoming erratic. They’re both close. Kylo moves his hand from Hux’s hip and wraps it around his dick. He doesn’t jerk him off though. No. He tightens his fingers enough to essentially function like a cock ring. Hux whimpers. “Look at you, so needy. You’re not cumming until I say so” Ren purrs into his ear. 

  Hux would have cum right there if he could. Instead, he nods obediently. Ren grunts as he pounds hard and fast into him, then he stills, eyes squeezed shut. He cums with a low groan that sends shivers down Hux’s spine. He whimpers again. 

  Ren takes a couple deep breaths to recover. Then he looks into Hux’s eyes through the mirror again, predatory. He flips the ginger around and drops to his knees. Hux can’t handle the sight of Kylo sucking him into his mouth, he shuts his eyes. And Ren lets go of his cock. Welcoming Hux’s cum into his warm mouth. He swallows and licks Hux’s dick clean before standing and kissing him. 

  They pull apart just enough to breathe, Hux’s face is all red, debouched. He’s licking his lips, having tasted himself on Ren’s tongue. Kylo’s thumb caresses his lower lip, “like I said, stunning. I want you like this, always”. 

  Armitage needs to fight the moan rising in his throat, “Mr Ren, I think you got the wrong idea”, he closes his eyes and takes a deep sigh, “This is a one off. You confirmed it yourself, he’s got me under surveillance, he’ll find out, and it’s not something I’m willing to risk”. 

  “Everyone surveilling you works for me, baby, that’s not something you need to worry about” Ren kisses Hux’s temple gently, “I’m not talking out of my ass, Armitage, I know you’ve been with him for years. I also know that even if you loved him at some point, you don’t anymore. I don’t know why you can’t leave him, and this is not the time or place to discuss it, if you ever feel comfortable with telling me, but I want to see you again. I want to spoil you in ways he would never dream of.”

  Armitage looks up into Kylo’s eyes, “darling, I already live in a gold cage. I won’t pretend I didn’t enjoy myself, but I don’t see this working just because they work for you, their loyalty is to money," he steps away and starts to put himself back together, pulling up his pants, fixing his makeup and hair in the mirror, “and Henric pays well. Now go, I need to check the kitchen and get back to my husband”. 

  Kylo frowns slightly, Hux really feels trapped. He fixes his own appearance before unlocking the door, “If you’re up for it, I’ll make sure he’s not an obstacle” and the door closes, and Hux is alone. He sighs, he could fantasize, right? New York’s most successful - and attractive - mob boss wanting him and freeing him from Henric. 

  Now, that was something he didn’t dare believe. Henric has been involved with the mob since he was a low public attorney working for the DA office. Before he even started the private practice with his father. Hell, it’s how he got so far. And he was smart about it. Hux is sure Ren doesn’t know about Henric’s dealings with the Darth Mob Family before First Order security. Henric used them and destroyed them when they were no longer of use. Hux was just a teen then, but he remembers like it was yesterday. That was one good night, one of their best, really. Henric had been in such good spirits for making his plan work, Darth having made him a rising star in the DA office and then getting taken out by the First Order so they couldn’t rat him out. He had treated Hux like a fucking queen. Showered him with expensive gifts, candle-lit dinner, high-end hotel suite, and some of the best sex of their relationship. He’d been particularly sweet that night.

  Hux remembered it fondly even now, even knowing he was being groomed and manipulated. Abused. The memory comforted him on the bad nights, when Henric was in a sour mood, when the sex was brutal and painful. 

  But he’s wasted enough time for tonight, Henric will get suspicious if he’s gone for too long. 

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   Armitage woke up with a hand warped around his dick. The party was a success. Henrik got thousands in donations and secured influential supporters. And, apparently, is still celebrating. Henric is not a fan of morning sex, much to Armitage’s dismay, but today, he’s already on top of the ginger. The longer they’ve been together, the less Henric cares about Armitage’s pleasure, so even in a good mood, sex with his husband is fast and disappointing. Henric spends himself inside of Hux and leaves for a quick shower.

   Armitage stays in bed for a while longer, Henric is already getting dressed when he slips into the bath to soak. “I’m having dinner with the mayor, don’t wait up for me” Henric kisses his forehead and straightens up to do his necktie, “get yourself something nice, you did good last night” and he’s gone. Armitage sighs happily. Peaceful quiet, hot water relaxing his tired muscles, and he’ll get the evening for himself. If only he actually had some friends to spend it with.

   The spa visit was nice, but uneventful, as was lunch with his mother. Armitage loves her, but there’s not much of his personal life he can share with her. Really, there’s no one he can share most of it. His personal life is questionable by every standard, and he hasn’t got much of a professional one. He hugs his mother goodbye and gets into his car again. “I wanna shop a bit before heading home, Phas. Versace”.

   They drive off, and it takes Armitage a while to realise they’re not on the right route. Phasma, his bodyguard and chauffeur, must have realised his distress, “Boss wants to see you, sir. He asked me to let you know it’s safe, only I know about it, and I work for you, not Mr. Pryde”. Armitage nods, “good to know I can trust you, Phas” he relaxes. After a bit, they pull up to First Order Security HQ, park in the VIP area and Phasma takes Hux directly to the penthouse office through the private elevator. “Boss is expecting you. I’ll be outside, making sure no one interrupts”, she opens the door for him. Hux nods again, he understands.

   Kylo Ren is reviewing spreadsheets at his desk. His suit jacket is thrown carelessly on a chair, letting his toned arm muscles show through the nice cloth of his dress shirt. He looks up at the ginger and smirks, Hux feels his face getting warmer. He pushes the feeling down, and walks closer to the desk, his heels clicking with every footfall. “Why am I here?” He raises his hand to stop Kylo from interrupting, “Yes, Phasma told me you wanted to see me, and that she works for me, not my husband. But why are you doing this? I know i’m a good fuck but this will get us both in trouble.” Even as he says this, he’s walking around the desk and leaning against it, his legs just an inch or two from touching Kylo’s. He guesses he can’t resist. Kylo made him feel something last night, and it wasn’t just the length of his cock.

   Kylo’s smirk widens. He stands up and, in one swift movement, lifts Hux onto his desk by his waist. His big hands make Hux’s tiny waist look even tinier, and that satisfies him to no end. “Baby, you’re better than a good fuck. And a hundred percent worth the trouble.” He steps between Hux’s legs and kisses him deeply, “I told you, I want you. If you weren’t interested, I’d respect that.” He whispers into Hux’s lips. One of his hands moves from Hux’s waist and cups his hardening cock, Armitage bites down his lip, trying to silence his moan. “But you want this too, and Henric Pryde isn’t enough to keep me from you”.

   “Re-”

   “Kylo. Use my name, baby.”

   “Kylo… I do want this. You.” Their eyes are locked, sea green meeting chocolate brown. “But he owns me. In every way. And neither of you likes to share”.

   “I don’t think anyone would like to share You.” He undoes Hux’s pants, “and he doesn’t own your mind, or you wouldn’t cheat on him, not even with me. Let me worry about him, I want you to forget about him when you’re with me. Can you do that for me, baby?” He doesn’t wait for an answer though. He’s already pulling Hux’s shoes and pants off. He smirks at the lingerie, and pulls at one of the garter straps. It snaps back, and Hux whimpers.

   They kiss hotly as Kylo gets the lube and a condom. Hux has no plug today, so he starts slow, a finger at a time, opening him up. Hux gasps beneath him, and its music to Kylo’s ears. He’s ready now, Kylo rolls on the condom and enters him. They moan into each other’s lips. There’s no urgency today, and Kylo takes full advantage of it, thrusting into the ginger with slow calculated movements. Yesterday was urgent, fast, dirty. Today he wants to feel Hux, caress every inch of him, make him feel safe. Their climax builds slowly, steadily. Kylo kisses Hux all over. His lips, his cheeks, his eyes, his jaw, his neck. Hux grabs on to his hair and scratches at the nape of his neck. He pulls Kylo into a deep kiss and wraps his legs around the brunet’s hips, and both moan at the new angle. A couple more thrusts and it had them both finishing, Hux arching his back off the desk and Kylo groaning into his neck, fighting the urge to bite down into the inviting flesh.

   They stay like this for several minutes, Kylo laying on top of Armitage, in his embrace, just holding onto him, littering small kisses all over his neck. The ginger sighed happily, fully enjoying the weight on top of him. But all good things come to an end and they both had to move.

   “I’m reviewing every member of the team assigned to your place. I’ll let you know as soon as I’m sure they’re trustable.” Ren tells him while helping him redress and puts his heels back on. He smiles at the red painted toenails. He sits back down on his office chair and gets a phone from a drawer, the same make and model as Hux’s, “I want you to keep this with you. It’s got my direct line saved up, as well as Phasma’s.” Hux nods and places it in his handbag.

   Phasma smirks as Hux emerges from the office. “Don’t you dare”, quips the ginger. “I’m just amazed how you’re not limping in those heels, sir”. She replies. “You’re so lucky you’re the closest thing I have to a friend”. They leave the HQ and this time Phasma does drive the trophy husband to Madison Avenue to shop.

   “Can I ask something, sir?” the blonde bodyguard asks as she carries Armitage’s bags during the shopping spree.

   “Phas, please, if it’s just the two of us, Armitage is fine. And go ahead” He says while choosing a new pair of black Versace heels for his collection.

   “Armie, do you really like the heels or is it just because of Mr. Pride?” She smirks at the nickname.

   Hux sends Phasma a glare before chuckling, “No, it’s all me. My father actually beat me a few times when he found me trying out my step-mother’s shoes. He bought her a few designer pairs, and I loved how they looked on my feet.” He gave the shopping assistant three pairs for them to get in his size, “I’m just that kind of gay, I love fashion, shoes, bags. I’m just a very feminine man, that’s all.”

   The blonde bodyguard nodded, “I mean, you look great in them, and the femme vibe suits you. It’s just so unusual given that Mr. Pryde is a conservative”. This makes the trophy husband chuckle.

   “He doesn’t care for actual morals, he’s a misogynist, but at least he owns up to his sexuality. Can you imagine how miserable the poor woman he’d marry would be if he didn’t?” Hux takes the champagne flute that’s offered to him by a store assistant and sips it, “he’d make his wife’s life a living hell. Never wanted to be a father either, so the whole family would be miserable.”

   “Sorry to be so blunt, but it doesn’t seem like you’re very happy with him either…” The bodyguard states sincerely.

   Hux sighs, “you’re right, but there was a time I was, so I don’t regret marrying him. We’ve been together for twenty years, I know myself better now, and if he were a more caring husband I would still love him” the ginger shrugs, “but there’s thousands of straight couples that have the same marital issues after being together for so long, so it’s nothing concerning”.
“TWENTY?” The blonde shouted in disbelief. Both Hux and the staff closer to them gave her warning stares, “sorry…but aren’t you like, thirty-something?!” she whispers.

   “Yes, Phas, I’m thirty-four and he’s sixty-two, I know, it’s fucked up. Now, forget the math, I’m ready to leave” he says while getting himself another pair of the shoes in red and a handbag to match. Hux pays and Phas silently carries everything to the car, and they’re on their way back home.

   “I can see I made you uncomfortable” Armitage breaks the silence in the car, “I know… He groomed me, I’m not daft, but in some ways he also saved me so don’t worry about it” he looks out the window, the drive home is welcomed and hated at the same time.

   Phas pulls over to the curb and turns on the blinkers, “I’m not uncomfortable, Armitage, I’m outraged” she looks back at him in the back seat, “you told me your father beat you over your feminine preferences, so I can only imagine how he reacted when you came out as gay. But your husband took advantage of that to groom you. It’s fucking despicable.”

   The ginger is stunned into silence. Never had anyone in his life really looked at his relationship and truly called it out. Let alone feel compassion for his younger self. A tear falls from his eyes and he looks away. He’s not even sure if it’s shame he’s feeling, but he can’t bear the look Phasma is giving him. The rest of the drive is silent.

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    The pitter-patter of rain hitting the glass window covers Armitage’s sobs. He hated vacationing in Ireland, the old country made Brendol bolder, being home meant no consequences for beating his son black and blue.  Armitage is thirteen years old, and he doesn’t know what he even got beat for today, but the bruises will still be noticeable by the time he gets back to New York for the start of the school year. 

  Was it because he’s a dirty bastard? Not being the pinnacle of masculinity? Being gay? Who knew, Brendol was too drunk, his speech too slurred. The only thing the whisky didn’t impair was his ability to kick and punch his son… No, that? That he always managed to do just fine. 

  The ginger wakes up from his nightmare, a memory. It’s been a while since he had nightmares. They used to be constant when he moved in with Enric, the older man would hold him and comfort him, eventually the nightmares would stop. Now his husband is the reason he was getting them again. 

  Pryde is sleeping peacefully beside him, it’s revolting. Armitage’s wrists ache, as does his ass. The older man came home angry, furious really. He didn’t even talk to the ginger, just grabbed his arm and dragged him into the home office, he didn’t care to remove the clutter on his desk before bending Hux over it. One hand held the ginger’s wrists above his head with an iron grip, the other pulled Hux’s underwear off. And immediately penetrated him. No foreplay, no prep, no care. Just spent himself inside of his husband and ordered him to go get cleaned up for dinner. 

  This was one of the bad nights, and despite the purple bruises on his wrists and repulsion he feels when he looks at Enric, a small part of him - his teenage self, no doubt - needed to make his husband happy with him again. He knows full well he wasn’t even the reason Enric was pissed tonight, but he wants his forgiveness. Needs his warmth and comfort after a nightmare. Fuck, he is so messed up. But Armitage scoots closer to his husband and pulls his arm around himself. To his merit, his husband hugged him closer. Armitage fell asleep snuggled up in his husband’s embrace and with tears streaming down his face. 

  When Armitage wakes up again, the bed is empty. He feels disappointed and relieved at the same time. He groans at the soreness of his body as he slips into a warm bubble bath. The phone Ren gave him chimes with a text, the mobster is asking to meet him around midday. The ginger smiles and texts back confirming. It’s 15 past 9, that gives him enough time to soak in the tub before getting ready to see the mobster. Seeing him today was just what the ginger needed for a pick-me-up.

  He dresses up in a Bailman tuxedo mini dress that comes down a few inches be<low his ass and has a deep cleavage, showing off his chest and hiding his wrists. No stockings today, just emerald jewellery, black Versace Medusa platform pumps and an emerald green Hermés Kelly. Phasma whistles when she picks him up, “damn Armie, you’ve been holding off on me, it’s the first time I see you in a dress”, it makes Admitage blush. She drives the ginger into a dingier part of town, parking in a back alley. Hux is led into the backdoor of a stripclub. It’s not open to the public yet, so it’s quiet and there’s barely anyone around. 

  The ginger is brought to a VIP room in the back, there's a mini stage with a pole to the left of the door, a center table and in the back a booth. Kylo is splayed on the luxurious velvet booth, balancing a crystal glass of whiskey between his thumb and middle finger while he's going over a ledger. His face lights up at the sight of the ginger. 

  “Hey, gorgeous” the mobster places his whisky down and makes space for Hux in the booth, “I wanted to take you out on a date but it's not really an option for now. I hope this is okay”. He pulls Hux in for a soft kiss. The ginger smiles into Kylo’s lips and places a hand on Kylo’s chest, caressing him, “this is perfect, Ren, thank you”. 

  He gets comfortable in the booth, tucking himself up to Kylo’s side. The brunet wraps his arm around Hux’s waist and pulls him closer. “I’m sorry I haven been making time for you these last few weeks, Pryde has me drowning in work” he gestures to the ledger, “there’s just so much that could ruin the whole campaign, I can’t risk him losing either. Bad for business.” His other hand comes up to cup Armitage’s face, “I missed your pretty face”. 

  The ginger smiles at the gangster, “what, just my face?” he jokes, relaxing into Kylo’s embrace with a little happy sigh, gently pressing his face into his hand, “I confess I thought you were done with me… This isn’t an easy relationship, so I didn’t really blame you if you had”, he finds himself speaking honestly, averting his eyes from Kylo’s. Last night still fresh in his mind, making him feel small. 

  Ren makes him look up at him again, “hey, I told you already, baby, you’re worth the trouble” he gives Hux a soft kiss, “Henric Pryde has no idea just how worth the trouble you are. You get him more votes than I do, and I don’t ask for them nicely” he winks playfully. 

  Before Hux can react to that, the door opens and a chef brings out their food, a waiter walks in just behind him to set the table and pour the wine. They leave just as fast. “I didn’t know strip clubs had such high standards for their food” Hux comments, a bit stunned at the meal in front of him, “Then again, I haven’t stepped foot in a club in ages”.

  “We don’t, love, he's my personal chef. I wasn’t about to try and pass peanuts for a romantic meal. Let’s eat” Kylo moved so they could face each other while having lunch, “Your twink ass in a club, now that must have been quite the sight” he grinned at the mental image. 

  “It wasn’t.” Armitage deadpans, “It was the 2000’s, I didn’t even want to go, too noisy, too many people” he sighed. 

  “Why did you go, then?”

  “The usual, Henric wanted to impress someone” Hux shrugs, “I’m just arm candy”. 

  “Armitage, you’re more than just arm candy. I’ve been Pryde’s security for long enough to know that” he frowned at the ginger, “You used to speak of other topics than just what he needs you to. Hell, I remember once you entertained a whole group for like an hour just explaining some space engineering stuff. I know nothing about that shit but you were explaining it so well I forgot I was on the job”. He reaches out to take Hux’s hand in his, “You are an interesting person all on your own, babe, you’re smart and funny.” 

  Armitage can’t help the smile on his face at those words, “Thank you, I needed that today…”, he places his hand on Kylo’s and squeezes softly. As he reaches over for Kylo, his sleeve rides up, he’s so caught up in the warmth of the moment, he only realizes it after Kylo’s eyes are already trained on his wrist. Hux can’t pull his hand back fast enough. Ren grasps his forearm firmly - not tight and painful - and he brings Hux’s wrist closer to his face. 

  “What happened?” His eyes dark. The ginger whimpers softly. “I know it was him, 

  Phasma would never let anyone get close enough for this to happen. What did he do?” He growls. Hux finally manages to pull his arm back and turns away from Kylo, “Don’t. It’s not something you can help with.” 

  Ren pushes the table between them off to the side, wraps his arms around Hux’s waist and pulls him close, “Armitage… talk to me. Please. Does he beat you?” the brunet asks softly. 

  “No…” Armitage sighs and slumps into Kylo’s chest, “It’s just… When he gets angry, it’s violent. The sex.” he rubs his wrist softly, still refusing to look up at his lover, “Nothing else. So please, don’t do anything, Enric can’t know about us. He’ll know if you do”. 

  Ren needs to take a deep breath to calm himself down. His hands tighten just a smidge around Hux. Enric Pryde fucking needs to go.

  “I can make him gone. I told you before, I can make sure he’s not a problem. Say the word, I’ll take him out of the equation.” He whispers into Hux’s ear, one of his hands taking Hux’s again, entwining their fingers together. 

  Armitage gives a joyless laugh and shakes his head, “Actually you can’t.  He’ll take you out. He’s done it before, and it wasn’t even for taking something that’s his” he looks up and cups Kylo’s cheek with his other hand, “you keep forgetting I’m his. I like these moments with you, pretending I’m not. But I am.” 

  Kylo frowns, “what do you mean, he’s done it before?” 

  “The Darth Mob Family. They were his enforcers before he made the deal with Snoke.” Armitage looks back down at his hands again, “You actually did the work for him. Don’t think he doesn’t have someone else prepared to do the same to you. Darth was just to advance his political ambitions. Nothing personal. Don’t give him a reason.”

  “Sounds like I just need to do it to him first, then.”

  “Ren! I’m serious, don’t put a target on your back because of me!” The ginger pulled away and shifted on the booth so he could look at Ren directly.

  “What? I’m serious too. Especially if he could just turn on me for no fucking reason.” Kylo cups Hux’s face in his hands and brings him closer for a kiss. “Thank you for telling me about Darth. I do need to look into that,” he smiles. Armitage blinks, not entirely sure what he just unleashed. 

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   Kylo downed the rest of his whiskey. Hux had left after they finished eating lunch, and now he had some info that the ginger brought to light. The Darth Mob family had been in bed with Pryde. He didn’t remember much about it except doing most of the killing. Snoke had kept him in the dark, but it actually made sense. He was already part of the First Order for a while then and they didn’t have that much beef to just slaughter the whole family. 

   He sighs and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He needs to make a call, the line connects. “Dameron, I need you to drop everything and get your ass in my office. Be there in an hour.” He hung up and picked up his things. Darth was no matter to discuss over the phone, and Poe wouldn’t benefit from getting in trouble over a phone call. After all, what made him such a good asset wasn’t his PI licence but his retirement from the police force. And he would need those connections for this. 

   Ren needs to analyse this whole thing in depth. The Darth Connection. Pryde himself. Also, he needs options. First Order can keep its operations without Pryde, but it’ll lose a lot of access and run into a lot more trouble with law enforcement. That won’t do. He didn’t kill dozens of Darth men just to lose everything five years into his reign. 

   Armitage decided to stay out for a while longer after his little date. Telling Kylo everything was difficult, it had exhausted him emotionally. But it also helped his spirit. Even after that, the gangster didn’t give up on him. He also reminded Hux of something. Kylo reminded him that Armitage is his own person, with his own interests. Yes, of course Armitage just loves fashion and jewelry. But he also has other interests. He went to university for Spacial Engineering. If he hadn’t married Enric, he’d taken up that internship at NASA after he finished his doctorate. So he went shopping before heading home, new books were in order. 

   When he does get home though, Enric’s car is already in the garage. That was rare. Enric usually worked late, especially during campaigning. The ginger frowns. Enric didn’t like seeing him in dresses, the evening was shaping up to be another bad one. 

   “Armie?” Phasma’s voice brings him back to reality, she has already opened the door for him, and is eyeing the black sedan with as much disdain as he had just now, “Do you want me to come in with you? I mean, I should help you with the bags either way".  

   “Thank you” the ginger offers her a small smile and gets out of the car. Phasma carries the bags after him. He’s not sure if Phasma also noticed the bruises or if it’s the disgust she’s had for his husband since he told her just how young he was when he started to date Enric. 

   He walks into the mansion, Phasma in toe, to Enric sitting on the couch, on his phone, with an elaborated warped gift - Tiffany Blue wrapped gift - sitting beside him. Armitage bites his lower lip. Either he was going to apologise or they had somewhere to be. Probably both, by the expression on his husband’s face, who was checking his watch, clearly aggravated by Hux’s tardiness. Enric looks up and quickly ends the call he was on. He looks at Armitage up and down. 

   Before he can say anything about his outfit, Hux is upon him, “you’re home early, darling” he gives his husband a fake smile as he slides onto the older man’s lap and kisses his lips, “are we going out for dinner?” his hand lands on Enric’s chest, caressing gently, “should I change?” 

   Pryde took a couple of seconds to answer, contemplating his answer. Hux was about to get up and go change, but to his surprise, Enric’s hand found his way to his thigh and gave the ginger a smirk, “actually, my love, you look perfect”. He reached for the Tiffany box with his free hand and placed it on Hux’s hands, “I got this for you”. The hand on Hux’s thigh reached higher and slipped beneath the hem of the dress as he watched Hux open his gift.  

   Armitage fished a small blue box from inside the matching bag, inside, a Tiffany Lock Bangle, gold, set in emeralds. The amount of emerald jewelry he possesses is becoming ridiculous, but he had to agree with Enric, the gem looked stunning in contrast with his flaming red hair and fair skin. “It’s gorgeous, darling”, he smiled at his husband, taking it out of the box. Enric took the bracelet from him, “here, let me” the older man reached for his wrist and fastened the bangle around it. The purple bruises glared back at him, and he pulled the wrist up to his lips, gently kissing the brushed flesh.  

   Phasma places the bags down and silently slips away. Watching Armitage slip into his role as a trophy husband had always been entertaining. Now it made her sick to her stomach. Just minutes ago, the ginger looked like he would rather be anywhere but home. Now he is getting spoiled with pricy jewelry and acting like an infatuated teenager. She understands. Hux is tied to his husband in every single aspect of his life, this is survival for him. It still disgusts her to see Pryde’s greedy hands on him. And the kissing of the bruises he himself had created? Oh she wanted to kill him with her own hands. 

   They do go out for dinner. But to Armitage’s dismay, it wasn’t a romantic apology dinner. He knows, he knows. Expecting romance from his husband is futile. And even if the man did do any big romantic gestures for him, it would just be plain manipulation. Just like the Tiffany bracelet is. This is their relationship. Grooming and a false sense of safety. Abuse and love-bombing. Sadly, Hux still reacts to it. Logically he can clock it. He knows their marriage is the most abusive and toxic relationship of his life. Which is saying a lot given who he has for a father. But this is also the man that gave him a reason to live when he wanted to off himself at 14.  He honestly wouldn’t be alive today if Enric hadn’t looked his way twice when he was just a teen. 

   So truly, after the jewelry, he was expecting some wooing tonight. And dinner with his biggest donor was not it. The donor, Rae Sloan, an older woman, but a progressive republican, has always liked Hux’s fashion sense. That’s probably why Enric didn’t mind him in a dress for this. 

   They take their seats and Enric’s hand finds its way to his inner thigh again, possessive. To which Armitage has a hard time not reacting to, a very hard time not letting out a little whine. Because Pryde didn’t miss the way his long legs attracted the attention of quite a few of the other male patrons, and that made the old man both proud and domineering. And Armitage’s taste in men is, in itself, a form of self harm. Even now, completely out of love with the politician, this type of action from his husband still brought a primitive sexual reaction out of him. 

   It was something about the way the man carried himself when Hux was by his side. The power exuding from him just from showing off his husband. The self assurance of his touch. And when that same hand reaches higher, it feels more than just the lace of his lingerie, he feels Hux’s erection. The older man smirks. Armitage flushes. 

   Conversation and polite laughter flowed easily throughout the evening. For Enric much easier than Hux, who was still very much erect under the table. But he is the perfect arm candy, so he engages in conversation non-the-less. When dinner comes to an end, both Sloan and Pryde are boastful of his latest ratings, his office is the lead, come election day, he’s getting the congressional seat. Armitage takes their distraction to breath deep and control his dick. It won’t do to stand up with a bulge straining against the fabric of his dress. 

   Pryde’s chauffeur, Cardinal, brought the car to the front of the restaurant and the politician opened the door for his husband. Armitage has no time to put on his seatbelt, Enric shuts the door behind him and pulls the ginger by his legs, making him lay down on the back seat and kissing him hard. Cardinal just drives, no words. Enric is kissing down his neck, his hands pulling the panties down his legs.

   “Enric…” Armitage’s breath catches in his throat, Enric is already kissing down the cleavage exposed by the dress and bringing Hux’s legs over his shoulders and settling between them. Hux’s hands grab at Pryde’s hair, fingers weaving through the strands, “Cardinal is driving, darling, we’ll be home in a few”, he tries to reason, his own voice shaky as their eyes meet. 

   “Cardinal can drive ‘till I’m done,” the politician orders and kisses the inside of Hux’s thigh, trailing up to his cock. The ginger can’t help the moan as his husband takes him into his mouth. What the fuck is even happening tonight? Hux can’t remember the last time his husband went down on him even in the privacy of their bedroom. In his car, while someone else is driving? Unheard of. 

   Armitage pulls at Enric’s hair and mewls as the man sucks him off, arching off the car seat. His head falls back and his eyes flutter shut. He tries to thrust up into Enric’s mouth, but his husband keeps his hips still with a strong hand, and fuuuck the ginger can’t help the new wave of arousal that hits him. It’s been months, months , since Enric had him actually moaning without any faking, this whole night is going very differently than he thought it would.  Enric brings him to completion and pulls away with a self-satisfied smirk. Armitage is panting hard in the backseat, still coming down from his orgasm. 

   Cardinal finally pulls up to the mansion. Enric stuffs Hux’s panties into his pocket and licks his lips. And Armitage can’t bring himself to feel ashamed of what just happened in plain view of their driver.  

   But he does feel dirty. 

   Of course he still has sex with his husband. Sometimes he initiates it himself - keeps his husband oblivious of his little affair -, but tonight was different. Tonight he is on his husband as soon as they walked into the house. The urgency in Enric’s touch feels like he’s making up for last night. And it feels like Enric’s attitude at dinner flipped a switch inside Hux. Tonight the sex is good, passionate. Almost like sex with Kylo.

   Kylo…. The guilt feels heavy in his stomach. 

   Enric is passed out on their bed. Their sheets are in disarray.  Armitage watches him from the balcony of their room and takes a long drag of his cigarette.

   Fucking hell. He feels like he’s cheating on his lover with his own husband. When did his life become so fucked up?

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   The guilt installed itself in Armitage’s bones after that night. He only leaves the house six days later, and only for pilates. Yes he’s still looking as proper as he always was stepping out of the house. Suit pressed, heels high, handbag designer. Phasma still gives him a worried look when he steps closer to the car. 

   “Hey you, did he do anything that night?” She asks cautiously while opening the door for him. 

   Hux shakes his head, “I’m okay, I just needed some quiet…” And he gets inside. 

   It’s not a lie, he really needed some time to understand what the hell his life had become. He had thought his marriage was over. Sure, there was no way he’d get a divorce but he honestly had nothing more to give to Enric. Just keep up the perfect arm candy husband charade and wait for the man to die, he guessed.

   Then that night happened and Armitage had felt like time had turned back ten years. He’d been genuinely aroused by Enric and had one of the best nights of the whole year with him. And now…now it kinda felt like his husband was putting some effort into their marriage. He’s been coming home early. Bringing him flowers. Spending time with him, reading on the couch together, Hux with his new books and Enric with work documents.

   If he didn’t know better, he’d think Enric was trying to win him back from Kylo. Which is fucking stupid because Enric hasn’t paid close attention to him in so long, that there’s no way he’d realise something was off. Right?

   The ginger sighs heavily. He is in no mood for pilates. He was also in no mood for shopping. “Armie?” Phasma’s voice brings him back to reality, his eyes snap forward to meet the blonde’s in the mirror, “Forget pilates, take me to Kylo, please.”

   The statuesque woman smirks, “impromptu dick appointment?” She teases as she switched lanes and drives in the opposite direction. The ginger rolls his eyes at her but a small smile graces his lips. 

   Kylo is having a shit day. Hux hasn’t texted him back in days and now he’s standing in the middle of a warehouse that should be packed with product but had been left empty without his approval. Something didn’t smell right and he has an inkling that Pryde is behind it. He crushes the cigarette under the sole of his shoe. Someone is definitively dying today.

   Vicrul marches closer, his steps loud in the empty space, “we found the leak.” Kylo turns to him with a dark look, “Show me”. He follows his lieutenant into an adjacent office. His phone pings, a text from Phasma, she’s bringing Hux to him. His humour improves immediately, but now he needs to make this quick. 

   The door opens to a familiar scene. A man he doesn’t really recall is tied to a chair in the middle of the small room, Ap’lek has already started his inquiry of the rat. “You wanna tell me or are you going to hedge your bets with the boss? You know I’m gentler.” He asks the tied man with twisted glee in his voice, one hand holding the man’s head up by his hair. 

   “I’ll talk, please no more!” His face is already bloating, right eye forced shut by the huge red swelling of the skin around it. Ren lights up a new cigarette and takes a deep drag, “Let him speak, Lek. I wanna know why he thought betraying me was a good idea”

   “I didn’t! I swear, boss, I didn’t!” The man’s left eye is filled with terror, “Crimson Dawn! They were going to kill me!!!” He’s pleading. 

   “And what makes you think I won’t?”

   The man falls silent

   “What did they offer you?"

   “An out!” 

   Ren takes another long drag of his cig and contemplates the man. “Fuck, you’re dumb.” The mobster takes a long moment watching the men. The Crimson Dawn connection was worrying. More than the thousands of dollars this idiot just cost him, this could be connected to what he and Hux had talked about. He pulls his gun from the shoulder holster inside his suit jacket and shoots. The man spasms in the chair as blood blossoms in his shirt. Ren watches with a cold stare.

   The echo of expensive heels clicking on the dirty floor of the warehouse breaks the tension of the scene. Ren throws his cigarette on the ground and turns around to see the ginger.  He is looking around the warehouse with curiosity written all over his face, Phasma walking leisurely just behind him. Ren smiles at the sight and places his gun back into the holster. It’s been a week since he laid eyes on his ginger twink and he would be lying if he said it hadn’t worried him, especially after seeing the bruises. 

   Armitage pivots on his heels and his eyes land on the mobster, his pink lips split into a grin. Ren takes big strides towards the ginger and quickly warps his hands around Hux’s cunty little waist, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Armitage melts into the kiss and warps his own around Kylo’s broad shoulders. 

   The sound of blood gurgling interrupts the moment and Hux looks over his shoulder to the open door of the office. Kylo cups his face in his hand and makes the ginger look at him, “Don’t worry about that, it’s not for your eyes” he kisses Hux’s forehead. 

   Shit, he didn’t want his lover seeing that part of him, even if he knew Hux was well aware of it. 

   “He’s still alive, Ren.” The ginger looks up at him without any fear or apprehension, but Kylo thinks he catches a flash of arousal in his eyes, “That’s sloppy work, darling.”

   Well shit, now Kylo has a boner. 

   He looks back at the office. Vicrul and Ap’lek are looking at him, waiting for their next orders. Kylo gives a single nod, Vicrul pulls his own gun and shoots the man in the head, effectively stopping the wet noises. 

   Hux makes an appreciative hum in his throat, it brings Kylo’s eyes back to him. “You’re seriously fucked in the head, babe.” He grins as he lifts the ginger off the ground with his hands on Armitage’s ass. Hux immediately wraps his long legs around Kylo’s waist. 

   “Isn’t that why you like me, though?” Armitage purrs into his lips and rolls his hips into Kylo’s torso. The mobster isn’t the only one with an erection apparently. 

   “Vi, Lek, leave! Phasma will get me back to HQ.” He orders without taking his eyes off Hux's beautiful sea-green ones. He’s already walking towards the closest wall to press Hux into it, burying his face into the crook of Hux’s neck and peppering open mouthed kisses all over the freckled skin, “You smell so good, baby” he says with a grunt. 

   Hux’s fingers are tugging at his hair with delicious twinge as he offers more of his neck to the mobster with a happy sigh, all of his concerns melting into nothingness. The mobster spends the next several minutes roaming his hands all over Armitage's body while kissing and nipping at his neck, coaxing delectable mewls and whimpers from the ginger. 

   Carefully, he places the ginger back on the floor and spins him around, “hands on the wall, babe. “ Hux does as told enthusiastically, pushing his ass up into Kylo's crotch, feeling his raging boner against him. Ren wastes no time reaching for the button of Hux's pants, working the garment open easily and grunting at the sight of the lingerie. He's been seeing the man for months and the sight of him in lacy underwear and stocking still messes with his head. He pulls at the elastic of the panties and lets it snap back onto the ginger’s skin, making him gasp. 

   His own pants are undone in a flash and he's pushing Hux's panties down. Hux wiggles his ass with a whimper, the bejeweled plug greeting the mobster. Ren plays with it teasingly while he rolls the condom on his own length. Armitage's head rolls back and he looks at the mobster through heavy-lidded eyes when the plug is gone, leaving him lubed up and clenching around nothing. 

   But not for long. Kylo slides home the next moment, burying himself into Hux's heat with a grunt that matches the ginger’s moan. With his hands on Hux's hips, he sets a brutal pace, deep and slow. God, it's been a while and he missed Armitage. And by the way the ginger was trying to pick up the pace, he missed Kylo too. But the brunet kept him in place, stilling his hips with a firm grip as he pounded into the smaller man. 

   Hux's fingers desperately tried to grip at the wall, the sight pleased Kylo to no end, knowing he got this gorgeous nymph falling apart on his cock. But he couldn't hold on for much longer either, and soon his thrusts quickened. He buried his face into the crook of Armitage's neck and started to pound into him hard and fast, groaning into the soft skin. He let go of one of Hux's hips to bring his hand around and wrap it around his pretty pink cock, pumping him in the same rhythm. The wanton moan Armitage makes as he cums all over the mobster’s hand is enough to push Kylo into his own orgasm. 

   For a long moment, the only sounds in the whole warehouse is their combined panting. 

   Armitage's legs are jelly and had Kylo not held him up, his knees would have hit the floor by now. The ginger gives him a satisfied smile as the mobster trails small kisses up and down his neck. This is exactly what he needed. The urgent fucking and earth-shattering orgasm tat Kylo always privided. No matter how good his husband might make him feel sometimes, it could never measure to this. To not even waiting to make sure no one was watching, just trusting Kylo's orders and let himself go. To not have to second guess every little thought or decision. 

   Strange how a relationship with a certified murderer is healthier than his marriage. 

   Strange how he doesn't even care about the implications of that statement.

   He wishes he could just take Kylo's offer to take Enric off the picture and finally be free to be with the mobster. But it's not realistic. And he'd hate himself forever if Kylo got hurt because of him.

   These moments are all he gets, and he's damned if he doesn't enjoy them fully while they last. 

   Because eventually Kylo will get tired of this. Even if he doesn't think he will, even if he promises Hux is worth it. Hux knows there's no future in this relationship, and Kylo will one day come to the same realization. 

   But for now he'll allow himself the selfishness. 

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   The ping of a text message made the ginger narrow his eyes at Kylo. He did not get on his knees willingly (on a throw pillow of course, he wasn't about to kneel on the floor, no matter how clean it was) to suck the gangster’s big cock, only to be interrupted while said gangster was balls deep in his mouth.  

   “Sorry, forgot to activate DND”, the gangster said cheapishly. 

   It made Armitage lightly tighten his jaw around him, not biting - yet. Ren groaned and his hand on Hux's head grabbed a fistful of ginger hair. But Hux didn't let up until Ren sighed and reached for his phone to turn it off. His eyes widened, “Babe, I hate to do this right now, but you need to see your phone”. 

   The ginger pulled away, spit strings still connecting his lips to Kylo's cock, “what?!” He gracefully rose from behind Kylo's desk and turned, bending over the mahogany to reach for his handbag and pull his phone out. Armitage made a displeased face at the text message he just received. Enric had neglected to let him know he had a rally today and Hux was supposed to attend, and in the tuxedo dress too, for some reason. Said rally starts in less than two hours. It wouldn't really be problematic if he wasn't halfway through sucking the mobster off. 

   His hair was a mess from Kylo petting and grabbing at it, his suit pants wrinkled from kneeling, and he was sure his face was looking very obviously fucked. And Enric requested a specific dress too. 

   Kylo's hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him back down, this time to sit on his thigh, “we still have time”, He kissed Hux’s neck, his huge hand taking Hux's phone and placing it on the desk, the other hand moving to undo Hux's pants. 

   The ginger sighed, “we really don't, I can't go to a rally looking like this, I have to change.” He stopped Kylo's hands on his trousers. It earned him a grunt from the mobster. ”I'll have to make this quick”. 

   Kylo watched as Armitage slid off his thigh and onto the pillow again with the grace of a ballerina. It never ceased to amaze him how perfectly Hux performed any sexual act, like a living sex doll. His musing was cut short with the feeling of the ginger sucking him into his mouth again. But there’s no time to leisurely tease the mobster now, Hux sucks him hard, deep into his throat with every bob of his head. Kylo couldn't stop himself from grabbing at his ginger hair again, even though it made the man scrape his teeth on his sensitive cock again, a warning.

    The mobster lets go of Armitage's hair and grabs at the arms of his office chair as the ginger sucks him expertly. God, it was like the man was programmed for this. Which he kind of was, and it's gross to think about that, but right now Kylo is too lost in the sensation of Hux's tongue and heat on his throbbing cock. 

   He comes with an animalistic growl only Hux can coax from him. The ginger hums approvingly when Kylo's cum hits his tongue and he looks Kylo in the eye as he swallows greedily. The sight is enough for Kylo to get another erection, but they both need to go. Pryde has requested Kylo be his personal bodyguard and driver for the rally. 

   Hux makes it to the venue just in time to walk on stage with his husband, looking flawless in his Balmain tux-dress and Louboutin stilettos. He walks into the backstage area and nearly stops when he sees Kylo standing behind Enric in full security mode. A scene he hasn't seen in years. Pryde gives him glare before extending his arm for Hux to take, “You're late.” The annoyance is obvious in his tone. 

   The ginger slips his arm into the crook of Enric’s and places a soft kiss on his cheek, “Sorry, I was at pilates when I got your text, had to go back home to change”. Enric just nods in acknowledgement and they walk on to the stage. A big crowd welcomes them with campaign posters and chants. Gods, Armitage hates attending these, just standing to the side looking pretty while his husband makes a lot of campaign promises he no doubt has no interest in keeping. And these people eat it up so easily. 

   Just smile and wave.

   Armitage can feel Ren's eyes on him the whole time, it should be making him uncomfortable. After all, not two hours ago he was swallowing the mobster’s cum. But it’s arousing him instead. And now that they had exited the stage and were meeting some of the voters - shaking hands and saying thank yous -, Enric has noticed the soft pink tinge of his cheeks. Thankfully, these power displays of his husband used to have this exact effect on him so he was safe. 

   Enric’s hand on his hip slipped down to cup his ass, “I'll give you exactly what you want shortly, darling. We have a long drive home.” His husband whispered hotly in his ear. Hux made a show of biting his lower lip and nodding eagerly. 

   Kylo Ren fisted his hands by his side and took a deep breath. 

   After meeting some more people, Enric leads Armitage to his car, dismissing Phasma. To Hux's horror, Cardinal is nowhere to be seen and Ren is the one opening the door for both Hux and Pryde. His husband sits comfortably in the middle of the backseat, manspreading, and pats his thigh. The ginger has no other option but to straddle his lap with Kylo sitting in the driver's seat. The gangster drives out of the venue silently. 

   Armitage focuses on Enric’s hands, lifting the hem of his dress up to his waist, “Enric—” he says breathless, his hands grabbing at his husband's shoulders tightly. 

   “Armitage,” Pryde says his name with authority, scolding, and he's already pushing Hux's panties to the side and grabbing his half-hard cock.

   “Mr. President,” Hux corrects himself, his face deep red and his dick now fully erect. God, please, not in front of Ren . 

   Enric grins at the title and kisses him hard, “Good boy”. One of his hands grabs Hux's hip roughly as the other lets go of his dick and reaches lower between his legs, his fingertips touch the plug nestled deep inside of Hux and the ginger can't prevent neither the moan that escapes his lips nor the pre-cum leaking from his tip. “Is this for me, kitten?” Enric asks, grabbing the base, he starts to pump the toy in and out of Armitage. 

   Hux's head falls back with a groan and he can briefly see Kylo's hands tightening on the wheel before his eyes close on their own. “Yes, Mr. President” He purrs, no longer sure if the redness on his face is arousal or shame. He hears his husband chuckle and feels the plug getting yanked from inside of him with a wet pop from the lube, he’s vaguely aware of the thud with which the plug hits the car floor. A loud gasp escapes him and he brings his head forward to look at Enric just in time to see the cruel smirk on his lips when he shoves two fingers inside of Armitage. The ginger falls forward onto his husband's chest, his forehead resting on Pryde's shoulder as he moans. 

   “You did good, today, despite your lateness, little one” Enric’s voice is velvet in his ears, “I think you've earned yourself a reward, yes?” The ginger nods eagerly, this time without faking. Pryde shoves another finger in him and he's leaking onto his husband's expensive suit like a pornstar cumming on demand. The humiliation of Kylo seeing him like this is both terrifying and making him hornier. Unshead tears sting his eyes as he tries to muffle his moans on Pryde's shoulder. 

   “None of that, I want to hear you, kitten, come on.” Pryde takes the hand keeping Hux's hips in place and grabs a fistful of his hair, pulling Hux's head back harshly. The ginger whimpers loudly, the tears running down his face now. 

   “Enric, please-” Hux sobs, but can't stop his hips from rolling onto Pryde's hand, fucking himself on his fingers. He is holding onto the lapels on Pryde's suit jacket now, fully aware he's cramping the fabric, but he's no longer in control of his body. 

   Pryde smirks, but his eyes are cold,“tell me who you belong to, you cum-hungry nymph.” The older man orders. 

   “You” Armitage mewls softly, “I belong to you”. 

   “We're nearing your house, Mr. Pryde.” Kylo's voice is strained. Armitage almost doesn’t register it.

   “Keep driving, Ren, we’re not done!” The politician barks, his eyes fixated on Kylo's through the review mirror. 

   Enric stuffs the fourth finger in and curls them, pressing into Hux's prostate mercilessly, it makes Hux's legs tremble and more tears stream down his face, “Louder, kitten, Kylo couldn't hear you”. 

   Armitage eyes widen as it clicks. He knows. Enric fucking knows. This is his punishment: the humiliation of getting reduced to a whimpering mess at Enric’s mercy in front of Ren. Enric’s marking his territory and making it known Hux belongs to him no matter what. 

   He’s taking too long to answer, Enric presses his thumb onto the seam of Hux's sack at the same time as he curls his fingers again, “Now, Armitage!“ 

   The pressure is too much and the ginger is cumming on Pryde’s suit, “ENRIC!!!” 

   But Pryde's fingers are still pounding into his prostate, and Armitage is seeing white, and he knows his husband won't stop until he does as told, “I-I'm yours!” He sobs out, now becoming overstimulated. 

   Enric finally looks back at him, a satisfied smile on his lips, “look at that, you made quite the mess of Daddy's pants. Clean it up.”

   On trembling legs, Hux slides down between Enric’s legs into the small space between the backseat and the center console of the limo. Tears are still running down his face when he starts licking his own cum off his husband’s pants. The politician places a hand on Hux's head and plays with his hair. The other arm rests atop of the seat’s back, his eyes are trained on Kylo again. “You can drive back now”. 

   The car does a very sharp and illegal u-turn, Hux whimpers as his knees scrape the car’s carpeted floor. 

   He's just about finishing cleaning his own cum with his tongue when the car comes to a stop. The hand playing with his hair pets his head, “Inside, now.” Armitage detangles himself from the car floor and exits the car on unsteady legs. He can't look at Ren. He barely registers Phasma’s concerned expression from outside the garage, where she’s waiting to drive Kylo back. He can't really look at anything but his feet as he walks inside. 

   The sound of a gun getting cocked stops him just before he reaches the door, Hux looks back over his shoulder, his eyes widen and he shakes his head urgently. Ren is pointing his pistol at the back of Enric’s head, who is walking towards Hux without a care in the world, a hand raised dismissively, “Oh please, Ren. Put the gun away and go make yourself useful.” Enric’s hand comes to Hux’s lower back and pushes him inside, not looking back at the mobster. 

   The door closes on the mobster and now Hux is alone with his husband, who obviously knows he cheated. 

   Fear sinks in his stomach and the ginger falls to the floor, a low chuckle from his husband ringing in his ears.