inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)
dream-sharing
emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)
inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn
mid-conversation force bond interruption
The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance
anything related to ben solo, but especially:
snoke confessionals with family or friends of family
returning to the light
smuggler life style
jedi knight ben
resistance-fighter ben
The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey
anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
fall via coup
resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)
force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke
defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath
The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux
canto bight:
shady weapons deals
picking up prisoners
recruitment
obligatory dinner party
general casino shenanigans
beach party
basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece
A note on romance: I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family). But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them. Thank you for understanding.
His dreams are no help in this regard. They are filthy and unending, filling in where Rey had left him the night before and the only thing that keeps him still during them is the fact that Rey is pinned under his arms. When his eyelids finally slide open, he swears he can still feel the sting of her hand, a shortness of breath where she had held him down, a faint smell of something coppery, and a thick weight between his legs.
Only one of those is a tangible thing. When he moves to shift, to allow feeling back in his arms, he grunts to feel the thickness of his already hard cock plastered beneath her ass. His ears redden immediately.]
[ Ben's arousal preoccupies her dreams, but only in the abstract. Something gnawing and dark chases her, grabs for her, gropes her from the shadows, always interested in swallowing her down. Pulling her somewhere deep and dark. But it doesn't feel toxic and bleak as her nightmares of drowning had. These molten shadows are passion and fever and need. She feels wanted.
But she never really rests, trying to outrun them, because at no point in the night is Ben's desire sated, quieted. When she's stirred out of her sleep eventually by his faint movements, it takes her a moment to anchor herself in the reality — that he's wrapped around her back, clutching her like he once had, that solid mass pressing against her backside is that same arousal made flesh, and that the whole room still stinks of sweat and sex.
Rey's disorientation passes in the span of a few heart beats as she places what was real and what was dream, when the last part of her waking hours before sleep had felt so much like the start of sleep itself, dreams she'd had before. But they were too vivid to be anything but real. And the proof is against her back.
As she orients herself, the particulars of their conversation return too. Ah. That's right.
[She will no doubt feel his embarrassment bleed outward when she calls him out, his heartbeat quickening and his stomach dropping into a void. How was he supposed to explain this? The question is superficial, he knows, but he would be lying if he wasn't still trying to come down from his dreams last night.
It was different, in the moment. Now, he feels like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I -- I just. It's nothing. Sometimes--
[His voice tapers off uselessly and he moves with the intent of crawling off the bed, only to find that there's no real bed left to crawl off of.]
[ She reaches up to bar him from escaping, and turns to pin him back to the mattress instead, rising up to a sitting position to give herself better leverage for it. Luckily, he's groggy enough that she doesn't need considerable force. ]
Liar.
[ She holds him by his sternum.
Frankly, she'd prefer a slower awakening. Groggy, romantic, indulging in their shared warmth and recalling with wonder what they'd shared. But that sort of thing has always proven beyond Ben Solo, except in one specific circumstance last night. If she wants that emotional honesty from him, she has to draw it out of him.
And she owes it to him, had promised him, to do it by force the next time. ]
I can feel it, Ben. [ She reminds him of this as she shrugs off the veil of her grogginess. Crisper and more alert, she climbs onto his thighs to keep him down, and the thin sheet between them tents against his erection. ] Have you been like this all night?
[ She doesn't know better than to ask that question, since she hasn't been subject to commercials for erectile dysfunction medications since she was old enough to watch television. But it functions to goad him for his arousal, command certainty over his desire for her, all the same. ]
[Her ability to shrug off her exhaustion leaves her at an advantage and leaves him babbling like a boy, squirming sleepily beneath her. But -- he remembers, in a moment of clarity, that Rey preferred him when he told the whole truth.]
Not -- all night. [He wets his lips. He really has no idea how long he's been like this, but that's not really the question, is it?] Just most of it.
[Surely she wouldn't be angry with him, over that. It'd been what she wanted after all. But he can also see why she might be a little frustrated to find his dick sandwiched in her ass cheeks.]
I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us.
[ She had underestimated how good that would feel to hear, even knowing how good it felt to be woken by the proof of his persistent want of her. Rey's cheeks color with it, some, her eyes a fraction darker for how desire dilates her pupils. The effect she has on him has no equal. Before her, he'd have let no one touch him like this, and she knows it. She'd fought hard battles to get where she is here, and she's conquered him.
Before, he'd recoiled from the very hint of wanting her. Now he can't get enough. ]
About how you want me?
[ She chases the question, insistent. ]
You want me wrapped around your cock again? Twice wasn't enough for you, was it? Tell the truth. [ She leans down over him, reaching her free hand under the sheet to grip his cock in her fist, firm and possessive rather than coaxing and teasing. ] It'll never be enough.
[ This, she knows, because she feels it too. She craves him. And she's insatiable. The act of straddling him alone stretches out the aching muscles that had seen no use til last night, releasing a pleasant burn that makes her body feel fresh and usable again. ]
[The grip she applies causes him to stutter on the breath seeking to escape his lungs, a groan mixed with pleasure and resistance all wrapped up together. When she does not move her hand, his hips instinctively rise to try and trust into it.]
No. Never.
[One hand grips hungrily at her thigh, the other raising to try and pull her down for a kiss -- anything to engage in the sudden flare of heat and desire he feels flooding through him.]
[ He tries to pull at her, and she locks her elbow to keep an arm's distance between his chest and her, setting her jaw firmly. She grips his cock tighter for it too now that he has thrust up into it, gripping him around the base like she has him by a leash instead of the suggestion of any relief.
It's hard to do, denying herself the gratification as well as him. Rey wants the intimacy and the clinging and the frantic communion. And she has never been one to delay taking what she wants when it's available. Knowing what he wants, though, she draws on the well of her patience and swallows thickly. ]
[He swears out loud when she locks her hand around the base of him, nails digging sharp half-moons into her thigh and her shoulder. Kylo Ren finds himself trying to hold his breath, as if that will somehow relieve the pressure, the spots that start to form at the corners of his vision.
He might have come right then and there if he was more awake. But she is doing a splendid job of helping there.
But her question, about what he deserves, catches him offguard. Does he deserve endless sex from Rey? He'd like to think so. She will no doubt be able to witness his brain working overtime on this before he finally chokes out the word:]
No.
[His head hits the pillow, unable to stay upright without making him dizzy.]
[ When he gives her the answer she'd wanted — expected, in fact, even if she disagrees with it — she loosens her grip on his cock. Two soothing pumps of her fist help ease the pressure and discomfort that she'd felt as a result of her hold. ]
How do you plan to earn it, then?
[ She doesn't lack the brazenness to seize control or to decide for herself what to give him except in this, where he wants her to wound him. If he'll reiterate his willingness to take whatever she gives, then she'll just have to do her best to be creative, but she wants to grant him the opportunity to ask for it.
That, she knows, is its own form of pain for him. ]
[He knows that she is deliberately giving him that distance to build the anticipation, and it works wonders. He pulls at her like a rabid animal, tries to squeeze one hand between them to rub between her legs. Fortunately, she remains bare from the night before, and he does not anticipate that being difficult to do.]
My body belongs to you, Rey. You can use it -- any way you need it.
[He squirms hungrily beneath her, his eyes wide and wild.]
[ It feels wrong, almost, taking advantage of just how eager to please he is. His fingers search out her cunt and find it already vaguely damp, though not all of it seems to be her own immediate arousal. She had, after all, slept with his cum inside of her. The warm and firm massage as he rubs against her folds is just generalized enough for her to sink into it happily, a whole-body warmth which soothes and excites all at once. Her head tips back a little with it, eyelids fluttering. It's so tempting to sink into it. ]
Stop. [ She looks down at him again, grabbing his wrist. ] Not your hands.
[ She's shaky, saying it. Some part of her insists that she will push him too far and he'll recoil from her, that she will want too deeply and demand too much and violate some boundary line that he won't draw. That fear is worse for how accommodating he is like this, how hungry he is to serve her. ]
You made a mess of my cunt, Ben. I think you should start by cleaning it up.
[ It's better that way, isn't it? Not using him, but asking him to do something. She can't shove anything down his throat, exactly, like he had. She has to rely on his skill and effort instead. But it feels better that way, less like forcing herself on him when she'd already spooked him into paralysis before. ]
[He stops on a dime when she commands him, attentively allowing his dark eyes to flick back to her's in an attempt to absorb exactly what she wants. She wants him to -- clean her?
The gears all click into place at once, and something buzzes in his gut. He has no idea where to start here -- but his memory is not quite so short to forget that he had guided her into what he had wanted the previous evening. He has to believe that she will do the same for him.]
Right. Yes. Of course.
[He clears his throat, momentarily glancing around to try and piece out the best way to do this in the space that they have. He could kneel and pull her over the edge of the bed, but he would no doubt have a knot in his neck for a week if he tried that thanks to the height of the mattress. Standing was an option, if they could find a wall clear enough for it.
What he settles on instead is reaching back to pull the pillow out from under his head so that it is forced flat onto the mattress, dropping it on the floor unceremoniously. Somewhat reluctantly, he releases her to instead lift his arms over his head to allow her to move closer.
[ She says to fill the transitional silence as she comes to straddle his head. It's an awkward shifting to get her knees above his shoulders, to settle her hips at a reasonable place. She takes her time getting situated, which leaves her time to explain. ]
I love how it feels to be full of you when I come. The way you stretch me open. [ The candor is easy, open. What's harder is what she knows comes next, which is only half dishonest. ] But you haven't earned it yet, and if I don't punish you, you'll never learn.
[ She doesn't settle her pelvis down fully, when she comes to hover overhead, the pink slash of her cunt slick and swollen with arousal. Rey wets her lips, then presses her hands down to dig into his hair. Gripping tight, she pulls his head up to meet her, an angle just shy of uncomfortable that allows her to prickle his scalp by pulling at his hair as she guides his mouth to her cunt. ]
You can. I'll be waiting for you, when I've earned it.
[Kylo Ren lifts his arms to wrap around her thighs once she is in place in order to steady her, gasping out hotly when she tugs on his hair to put him where she wants him. His hips wriggle desperately for a brief moment before he sets to work.
He did not shave the night previous, and so there is a slight prickle from what facial hair has grown. His first few licks are experimental, slow and long in how they seek out the spend from the night before. The taste is odd, different then when it had been fresh. The hair above her cunt tickles at his large nose, but he does not let it stop him from slurping in earnest once he finds a comfortable position for his neck.
[ A lewd moan, open and bold and from deep in her chest, fills the cramped space of their hideout here in the dregs. Her thighs and ass tense up in his grip, hips lilting, a stutter that's not sure whether she wants to lean into it or jerk back from the intensity of the sensation as he sucks the flesh of her cunt between his lips. It's hot and slick and gentle, just the right kind of pressure, and the scratch of the hair on his chin against her entrance is just enough to distract her from the intensity of suction near her clit that might have made it too much. ]
That's right. That's it. [ Her grip on his hair tightens, holds him steady and firm. The wet sounds of his mouth against her folds competes with her hungry praise. ] Get me ready for you, Ben. Show me you can make me cum like this, and I'll ride your cock next.
[ She doesn't give him the guidance he needs. Not verbally. Not being tugging at his hair to try to steer him, but there is more complexity to it than that. Pressure. Speed. She doesn't guide him on any of these except to pull his head in a sudden jolt when it becomes too intense, and forcing his face into her harder, suffocating him between her thighs, when she needs more. ]
[His pleas and praise are lost in the muscle of her cunt when she crushes his head between her thighs, his nails dragging hungry lines across the top of them. Every now and then his hips thrust upward into the air, seeking any sort of relief or friction that never comes.
The red covering his face spreads to the rest of him, his chest blooming with color in a line down to his cock, swollen with need and shining with precum.
So hungry is he to please her that he raises one hand off her thighs to slap her ass down into his face the same time he sucks backwards on her clit. Saliva dribbles down his chin and neck, soaking the underside of his hair.]
Like this, she finally gets it. There's something intoxicating about how badly he needs her, how he drinks her down like a man who'd gone weeks without water. Rey should know. She's seen it. Feeling him buck beneath her is its own reward, aware of how needy and desperate he is, but instead of attending himself, fisting his cock for relief, he holds onto her.
If she were anyone else, or if she had not yet learned not to fear the Dark Side, it might be terrifying to realize how much she could enjoy how powerful she feels, pinning him like this. But it's perfect. Uninhibited. ]
Good. Good. You're doing so good, Ben. Keep going. [ She encourages him, a ready rattle of praise spilling out of her without ever stopping for examination. ] I'm almost there. Use your fingers, too. Want something inside when I come. I'm so close. You're so good for me.
[He struggles to comply with her demand in spite of the angle they've created for themselves. He can barely twist his arm enough to slot two fingers inside of her, but at no point does he stop gulping her down. His other hand claws back across her thigh and down his own body.
He doesn't have the wherewithal to stop himself from touching his cock, but he manages to avoid fisting it straight off. He merely takes it between his fingers and gives it one swift jerk. That single act alone sets off a string of involuntary moans that vibrate against her click. He jerks his chin some to butt up against her pubic bone, seeking that praise and the tug of his hair -- enough that he slows down his attentions just slightly in hopes that she will do it again.
The growl that comes from between her legs is challenging.]
[ For the first time, she acts on impulse, not carefully curated awareness of how she thinks he wants this to go. Rey's hand snaps out against his forehead and pushes his head down when she feels his other hand draft southward. ]
I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself.
[ The ache and loss of a nearly missed orgasm does weird things to her blood pressure, leaving her slightly airy and dizzy. But she's resolved, jaw tight. So she denies herself for the sake of them both. If only Ben had done the same. ]
You want something for your hand to do? [ She shifts to dig her one knee under his arm, dragging the hand up and away from his cock so it can smother one of her tits, his palm warm against her skin. She has to lean and stretch her thighs wider apart to keep herself accessible to his mouth, this way, but it'll mostly be harder on his neck, and she's almost there anyway. ] Here. Try again.
[He grunts in both surprise and resistance when his head is shoved backward, one eye closing to relieve some of the pressure there.]
Yes--
[He bites off the "ma'am" that nearly follows that, an old habit from childhood, taught by his mother, that he would not see resurface here. It's easy enough to do when Rey presents her cunt to him again, allowing him instead to focus again on pleasuring her. His cock aches and throbs for lack of attention, but the way blood slows down its trail to his head makes the swirl of his tongue more sensual and deliberate.
The hand that was guided to her breast works the tissue there, rolling her nipple between his fingers in an effort to do as he was bidden. But most of his fine motor attention is focused on rocking his fingers up into her in the small space he's been given. He takes her clit and its hood between his lips, his worship there gentle but laser focused once he can feel her approaching her end on the other side of the bond.
Would he come too from the sheer force that he feels building? He likes to think so -- but he is not focused enough on his own arousal to sense the usual signs (which, on its own, should be answer enough).]
That's it. [ After such a cold and sudden interruption, Rey takes a few moments to really sink back into her pleasure. Her eyes gradually drift shut and she lets the warmth of arousal envelope her. She can feel his need in the back of her mind, an insistent throb that makes her own heavier in contrast, for it exists in the context of her perpetual awareness that he is prioritizing her need instead.
A service. An offering.
It isn't long. Especially not when he gets his lips around her clit with a direct pressure that would be too much, if he weren't otherwise distracting her with his hands. She cannot shy away from the intensity because there are other sensations to pull her attention. So when it hits, Rey's whole body shudders with the force of her orgasm. It's like being in hyperspace, adrift in nothing and watching lights streak by and only distantly recognizing them as stars.
She wrings her grip on his hair desperately, hips jerking, at first, to both chase and flinch in a confusing stutter. But when it crests fully, and the wave breaks, she finds that she's too sensitive for ambivalence. Rey pushes him back down into the mattress, her breath spilling out forcefully, shoulders heaved forward as she supports herself beside his head on the mattress, staring down at him with wide eyes, pupils ragged and huge. ]
Good. [ She starts on that immediately, filling the silence that comes after. She smooths his hair again, more gently. ] You did so good. You're so good for me, Ben. Thank you.
[ She needs to budge. To make her legs work again, to catch her breath, so she can give him what he deserves. That's the deal. Rey feels like collapsing, but that wouldn't be fair to him. Just a moment, she tells herself. Just a moment, and she'll get right to it. ]
[At first, Kylo Ren hisses when Rey yanks backward on his hair to force him into the mattress. He inhales deeply through the pain, locking eyes with her--
And he chuckles. Pleased with himself, far beyond any words that might come to him, to see her come undone like this after rutting against his mouth like an animal. It was exactly what he had wanted, and not doubt the only reason he hadn't erupted into shuddering with her was the lack of direct stimulation to his cock.
But he's still chuckling long after her orgasm is finished, while she's got him pinned by his chest and struggling to catch her breath.]
Too much?
[His voice is just slightly horse and he has yet to wipe his mouth clean, leaving it shimmering with the fluid mixture he'd been instructed to clean up.]
[ The rumble of his chest beneath her is so warm and full that it makes Rey's chest swell. Satisfaction blooms. He feels so at ease with her like this. Beyond anything they've ever had together, this moment, this intimacy, connects them. She settles back more fully onto his chest, letting herself sit a moment.
But when she can do more than pant and flounder, she gathers her pride and says, ] Not so much that I can't give you what you deserve.
[ And he does. Deserve it. Rey picks herself up slowly, climbing down his body like he's one of the enormous corridors of a star destroyer. She presses her torso flat to his, sinking into him and leaning up to kiss the edge of his jaw, his chin, his mouth. She can taste herself on him, tangy and full, and she sucks at his lip indulgently just as her hips slide into place against his, the curve of her pelvis following the length of his cock, brushing unsatisfyingly against him.
She's still sore from the night before. At this rate, she'll never stop being sore. That's a risk she happily takes. ]
[The kiss is long, soft, and indulgent when she rests it on his lips. Whenever she goes lower, he studiously lifts his chin so that she can reach where she wishes to be without a fuss. But when she slides down and brushes her pelvis against his cock, he nearly bucks her off involuntarily.
He flushes again, embarrassed for his reaction thanks to oversensitivity. His hands reach up to smooth over her ass, and his voice stutters a bit.]
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His dreams are no help in this regard. They are filthy and unending, filling in where Rey had left him the night before and the only thing that keeps him still during them is the fact that Rey is pinned under his arms. When his eyelids finally slide open, he swears he can still feel the sting of her hand, a shortness of breath where she had held him down, a faint smell of something coppery, and a thick weight between his legs.
Only one of those is a tangible thing. When he moves to shift, to allow feeling back in his arms, he grunts to feel the thickness of his already hard cock plastered beneath her ass. His ears redden immediately.]
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But she never really rests, trying to outrun them, because at no point in the night is Ben's desire sated, quieted. When she's stirred out of her sleep eventually by his faint movements, it takes her a moment to anchor herself in the reality — that he's wrapped around her back, clutching her like he once had, that solid mass pressing against her backside is that same arousal made flesh, and that the whole room still stinks of sweat and sex.
Rey's disorientation passes in the span of a few heart beats as she places what was real and what was dream, when the last part of her waking hours before sleep had felt so much like the start of sleep itself, dreams she'd had before. But they were too vivid to be anything but real. And the proof is against her back.
As she orients herself, the particulars of their conversation return too. Ah. That's right.
Her eyes open. ]
What do you think you're doing?
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It was different, in the moment. Now, he feels like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I -- I just. It's nothing. Sometimes--
[His voice tapers off uselessly and he moves with the intent of crawling off the bed, only to find that there's no real bed left to crawl off of.]
It just happens.
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Liar.
[ She holds him by his sternum.
Frankly, she'd prefer a slower awakening. Groggy, romantic, indulging in their shared warmth and recalling with wonder what they'd shared. But that sort of thing has always proven beyond Ben Solo, except in one specific circumstance last night. If she wants that emotional honesty from him, she has to draw it out of him.
And she owes it to him, had promised him, to do it by force the next time. ]
I can feel it, Ben. [ She reminds him of this as she shrugs off the veil of her grogginess. Crisper and more alert, she climbs onto his thighs to keep him down, and the thin sheet between them tents against his erection. ] Have you been like this all night?
[ She doesn't know better than to ask that question, since she hasn't been subject to commercials for erectile dysfunction medications since she was old enough to watch television. But it functions to goad him for his arousal, command certainty over his desire for her, all the same. ]
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Not -- all night. [He wets his lips. He really has no idea how long he's been like this, but that's not really the question, is it?] Just most of it.
[Surely she wouldn't be angry with him, over that. It'd been what she wanted after all. But he can also see why she might be a little frustrated to find his dick sandwiched in her ass cheeks.]
I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us.
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Before, he'd recoiled from the very hint of wanting her. Now he can't get enough. ]
About how you want me?
[ She chases the question, insistent. ]
You want me wrapped around your cock again? Twice wasn't enough for you, was it? Tell the truth. [ She leans down over him, reaching her free hand under the sheet to grip his cock in her fist, firm and possessive rather than coaxing and teasing. ] It'll never be enough.
[ This, she knows, because she feels it too. She craves him. And she's insatiable. The act of straddling him alone stretches out the aching muscles that had seen no use til last night, releasing a pleasant burn that makes her body feel fresh and usable again. ]
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[The grip she applies causes him to stutter on the breath seeking to escape his lungs, a groan mixed with pleasure and resistance all wrapped up together. When she does not move her hand, his hips instinctively rise to try and trust into it.]
No. Never.
[One hand grips hungrily at her thigh, the other raising to try and pull her down for a kiss -- anything to engage in the sudden flare of heat and desire he feels flooding through him.]
Never enough.
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It's hard to do, denying herself the gratification as well as him. Rey wants the intimacy and the clinging and the frantic communion. And she has never been one to delay taking what she wants when it's available. Knowing what he wants, though, she draws on the well of her patience and swallows thickly. ]
Do you think you deserve it?
[ A simple question. It's not even charged. ]
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He might have come right then and there if he was more awake. But she is doing a splendid job of helping there.
But her question, about what he deserves, catches him offguard. Does he deserve endless sex from Rey? He'd like to think so. She will no doubt be able to witness his brain working overtime on this before he finally chokes out the word:]
No.
[His head hits the pillow, unable to stay upright without making him dizzy.]
But it's what I want. Please.
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How do you plan to earn it, then?
[ She doesn't lack the brazenness to seize control or to decide for herself what to give him except in this, where he wants her to wound him. If he'll reiterate his willingness to take whatever she gives, then she'll just have to do her best to be creative, but she wants to grant him the opportunity to ask for it.
That, she knows, is its own form of pain for him. ]
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[He knows that she is deliberately giving him that distance to build the anticipation, and it works wonders. He pulls at her like a rabid animal, tries to squeeze one hand between them to rub between her legs. Fortunately, she remains bare from the night before, and he does not anticipate that being difficult to do.]
My body belongs to you, Rey. You can use it -- any way you need it.
[He squirms hungrily beneath her, his eyes wide and wild.]
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Stop. [ She looks down at him again, grabbing his wrist. ] Not your hands.
[ She's shaky, saying it. Some part of her insists that she will push him too far and he'll recoil from her, that she will want too deeply and demand too much and violate some boundary line that he won't draw. That fear is worse for how accommodating he is like this, how hungry he is to serve her. ]
You made a mess of my cunt, Ben. I think you should start by cleaning it up.
[ It's better that way, isn't it? Not using him, but asking him to do something. She can't shove anything down his throat, exactly, like he had. She has to rely on his skill and effort instead. But it feels better that way, less like forcing herself on him when she'd already spooked him into paralysis before. ]
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The gears all click into place at once, and something buzzes in his gut. He has no idea where to start here -- but his memory is not quite so short to forget that he had guided her into what he had wanted the previous evening. He has to believe that she will do the same for him.]
Right. Yes. Of course.
[He clears his throat, momentarily glancing around to try and piece out the best way to do this in the space that they have. He could kneel and pull her over the edge of the bed, but he would no doubt have a knot in his neck for a week if he tried that thanks to the height of the mattress. Standing was an option, if they could find a wall clear enough for it.
What he settles on instead is reaching back to pull the pillow out from under his head so that it is forced flat onto the mattress, dropping it on the floor unceremoniously. Somewhat reluctantly, he releases her to instead lift his arms over his head to allow her to move closer.
His cheeks are flushed bright with the thought.]
Come here.
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[ She says to fill the transitional silence as she comes to straddle his head. It's an awkward shifting to get her knees above his shoulders, to settle her hips at a reasonable place. She takes her time getting situated, which leaves her time to explain. ]
I love how it feels to be full of you when I come. The way you stretch me open. [ The candor is easy, open. What's harder is what she knows comes next, which is only half dishonest. ] But you haven't earned it yet, and if I don't punish you, you'll never learn.
[ She doesn't settle her pelvis down fully, when she comes to hover overhead, the pink slash of her cunt slick and swollen with arousal. Rey wets her lips, then presses her hands down to dig into his hair. Gripping tight, she pulls his head up to meet her, an angle just shy of uncomfortable that allows her to prickle his scalp by pulling at his hair as she guides his mouth to her cunt. ]
I'll have to settle for your mouth instead.
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[Kylo Ren lifts his arms to wrap around her thighs once she is in place in order to steady her, gasping out hotly when she tugs on his hair to put him where she wants him. His hips wriggle desperately for a brief moment before he sets to work.
He did not shave the night previous, and so there is a slight prickle from what facial hair has grown. His first few licks are experimental, slow and long in how they seek out the spend from the night before. The taste is odd, different then when it had been fresh. The hair above her cunt tickles at his large nose, but he does not let it stop him from slurping in earnest once he finds a comfortable position for his neck.
A moan is buried in her folds.]
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That's right. That's it. [ Her grip on his hair tightens, holds him steady and firm. The wet sounds of his mouth against her folds competes with her hungry praise. ] Get me ready for you, Ben. Show me you can make me cum like this, and I'll ride your cock next.
[ She doesn't give him the guidance he needs. Not verbally. Not being tugging at his hair to try to steer him, but there is more complexity to it than that. Pressure. Speed. She doesn't guide him on any of these except to pull his head in a sudden jolt when it becomes too intense, and forcing his face into her harder, suffocating him between her thighs, when she needs more. ]
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The red covering his face spreads to the rest of him, his chest blooming with color in a line down to his cock, swollen with need and shining with precum.
So hungry is he to please her that he raises one hand off her thighs to slap her ass down into his face the same time he sucks backwards on her clit. Saliva dribbles down his chin and neck, soaking the underside of his hair.]
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Like this, she finally gets it. There's something intoxicating about how badly he needs her, how he drinks her down like a man who'd gone weeks without water. Rey should know. She's seen it. Feeling him buck beneath her is its own reward, aware of how needy and desperate he is, but instead of attending himself, fisting his cock for relief, he holds onto her.
If she were anyone else, or if she had not yet learned not to fear the Dark Side, it might be terrifying to realize how much she could enjoy how powerful she feels, pinning him like this. But it's perfect. Uninhibited. ]
Good. Good. You're doing so good, Ben. Keep going. [ She encourages him, a ready rattle of praise spilling out of her without ever stopping for examination. ] I'm almost there. Use your fingers, too. Want something inside when I come. I'm so close. You're so good for me.
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He doesn't have the wherewithal to stop himself from touching his cock, but he manages to avoid fisting it straight off. He merely takes it between his fingers and gives it one swift jerk. That single act alone sets off a string of involuntary moans that vibrate against her click. He jerks his chin some to butt up against her pubic bone, seeking that praise and the tug of his hair -- enough that he slows down his attentions just slightly in hopes that she will do it again.
The growl that comes from between her legs is challenging.]
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I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself.
[ The ache and loss of a nearly missed orgasm does weird things to her blood pressure, leaving her slightly airy and dizzy. But she's resolved, jaw tight. So she denies herself for the sake of them both. If only Ben had done the same. ]
You want something for your hand to do? [ She shifts to dig her one knee under his arm, dragging the hand up and away from his cock so it can smother one of her tits, his palm warm against her skin. She has to lean and stretch her thighs wider apart to keep herself accessible to his mouth, this way, but it'll mostly be harder on his neck, and she's almost there anyway. ] Here. Try again.
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Yes--
[He bites off the "ma'am" that nearly follows that, an old habit from childhood, taught by his mother, that he would not see resurface here. It's easy enough to do when Rey presents her cunt to him again, allowing him instead to focus again on pleasuring her. His cock aches and throbs for lack of attention, but the way blood slows down its trail to his head makes the swirl of his tongue more sensual and deliberate.
The hand that was guided to her breast works the tissue there, rolling her nipple between his fingers in an effort to do as he was bidden. But most of his fine motor attention is focused on rocking his fingers up into her in the small space he's been given. He takes her clit and its hood between his lips, his worship there gentle but laser focused once he can feel her approaching her end on the other side of the bond.
Would he come too from the sheer force that he feels building? He likes to think so -- but he is not focused enough on his own arousal to sense the usual signs (which, on its own, should be answer enough).]
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A service. An offering.
It isn't long. Especially not when he gets his lips around her clit with a direct pressure that would be too much, if he weren't otherwise distracting her with his hands. She cannot shy away from the intensity because there are other sensations to pull her attention. So when it hits, Rey's whole body shudders with the force of her orgasm. It's like being in hyperspace, adrift in nothing and watching lights streak by and only distantly recognizing them as stars.
She wrings her grip on his hair desperately, hips jerking, at first, to both chase and flinch in a confusing stutter. But when it crests fully, and the wave breaks, she finds that she's too sensitive for ambivalence. Rey pushes him back down into the mattress, her breath spilling out forcefully, shoulders heaved forward as she supports herself beside his head on the mattress, staring down at him with wide eyes, pupils ragged and huge. ]
Good. [ She starts on that immediately, filling the silence that comes after. She smooths his hair again, more gently. ] You did so good. You're so good for me, Ben. Thank you.
[ She needs to budge. To make her legs work again, to catch her breath, so she can give him what he deserves. That's the deal. Rey feels like collapsing, but that wouldn't be fair to him. Just a moment, she tells herself. Just a moment, and she'll get right to it. ]
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And he chuckles. Pleased with himself, far beyond any words that might come to him, to see her come undone like this after rutting against his mouth like an animal. It was exactly what he had wanted, and not doubt the only reason he hadn't erupted into shuddering with her was the lack of direct stimulation to his cock.
But he's still chuckling long after her orgasm is finished, while she's got him pinned by his chest and struggling to catch her breath.]
Too much?
[His voice is just slightly horse and he has yet to wipe his mouth clean, leaving it shimmering with the fluid mixture he'd been instructed to clean up.]
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But when she can do more than pant and flounder, she gathers her pride and says, ] Not so much that I can't give you what you deserve.
[ And he does. Deserve it. Rey picks herself up slowly, climbing down his body like he's one of the enormous corridors of a star destroyer. She presses her torso flat to his, sinking into him and leaning up to kiss the edge of his jaw, his chin, his mouth. She can taste herself on him, tangy and full, and she sucks at his lip indulgently just as her hips slide into place against his, the curve of her pelvis following the length of his cock, brushing unsatisfyingly against him.
She's still sore from the night before. At this rate, she'll never stop being sore. That's a risk she happily takes. ]
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He flushes again, embarrassed for his reaction thanks to oversensitivity. His hands reach up to smooth over her ass, and his voice stutters a bit.]
Sorry.
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