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.
[ the mood shifts. their awareness of one another serves to amplify what might otherwise be a subtle thing, but with the bond between them, it's like the light filtering in through that enormous window behind the throne changes color. it's a warmer cast. softer. but brighter, too.
her pulse jumps in time with his, and rey melts into the kiss. it's everything she wants to hear. a promise of something that will outlive whatever comes at them for this endeavor. if the new empire turns out to be a mistake, this at least is not. wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulls him closer, leaving only enough room for his hands to grope blindly at her breasts between them. even now his lips and tongue taste like her, sharp and cloying.
he is not discardable to her. to the new empire, maybe. but never to her. once she had felt foolish for it, but she's never wanted anything like she wants him.
with steady purpose rey slackens her embrace and lets her fingertips trace light, teasing patterns down the back of his ribs. they take their time and follow the curve of muscle around his hip. her tongue traces the edge of his teeth and she closes her fist around him. she squeezes her grip as she drags her hand along his length. ]
[Her careful attention to him draws out a pleasured growl into her mouth, hips pressing forward to seek further direct contact from the fist she’s made. A fever starts to build deep in his belly as he hardens in her hand. He shifts his grip, pulling away from her mouth to lean in, in order to sink his teeth back over the point of her pulse, as she had done to him. He’s already left a mark there — but what was one more added to the map across her collar bone?
He can’t angle himself well enough to go any further south with his mouth, so he instead settles on switching his grip to take a nipple between two fingers. He is gentle at first, pressing and rubbing to keep her interested, but eventually his attention turns sharper — a flick, to a gentle pinch.
When the sensation rubberbands back across the bond, his hips jerk in her hand, and he is forced to momentarily give up his attention to her neck in favor of staving off the sudden peak that nearly pulls him out with the tide that has begun to pool. He exhales heavily, slowing all of his action to deny himself the peak that suddenly feels so close. It was too soon — the emotion, the stimulation, it all came far too quickly for him to anticipate. He yearns for it to last, and lets his forehead drop onto her shoulder to communicate what words fail to offer.
Fortunately, they are beyond that sort of communication. He very nearly begs for her to slow down, at war between his desires, static vibrating between the bond.]
[ the tip of rey's head exposes her neck and welcomes him in, and she's pleased to find that his attention has a sharp edge to it now. the pressure of his teeth, the sting as he tweaks her nipple, these things draw an airy, satisfied noise out of the back of her throat. he twitches against her, convulses, and the bond helps her interpret it for the flinch it is.
she turns her face to kiss the messy knot of dark hair leaned into her shoulder. it belies her smile. she slows, her hand opening but still brushing along him. a gentle reminder, an effort to bring him back down to a simmer. ]
Shhh. Not yet. [ this is a power she's much more interested in than the power she holds over the galaxy: the power to keep him ever teetering on the brink of some undoing. ] Not like this. [ she nips at his earlobe. it's gentle and playful and most importantly distracting from the soft, rhythmic work of her hand. ] I still want you inside of me. Preferably for more than a few seconds.
[It takes him a few seconds to come back down, forehead remaining heavy on his shoulder while she gently pulls him along, but never over. The sharp pinch at his earlobe grabs his attention, and pulls him back to the present. Eventually, he exhales hard and lifts his head again, brushing his cheek along her’s in the process. His nod is short, but eager. Preferably more than a few seconds stabs at his soft underbelly, but just enough to encourage him to try a little harder.
But stars it hurt to come so close. He feels himself, heavy in her hand, and swallows down another needy sound.
One hand slips down between them again, from her chest down between her legs slipping one finger between her folds. His eyes stay locked with her’s when he pulls his head back — bond leads him inward easily, in an effort to make certain that she’s on his same wavelength. He’s not certain he’d be able to resist his orgasm a second time.]
[ she turns her head into the warm feeling of him brushing past her, savoring it. it seems an absurd thing to still savor each point of contact with him, after all this time, yet it brings with it an unparalleled warmth.
in his eyes lies a deep and growing darkness, that of unfulfilled desire barely staved off. she drinks it down, not breaking his gaze even when the steady movement of his hand has her hips twitching forward — to steal more or to flinch away as he brushes her clit, it's not immediately clear. she's not even fully sure which she wants more.
regardless, there's no masking from him the case of oversensitivity she's also juggling. it was only the distance of his pleasure across the bond and the slow, steady ambience of his exploration of her breasts that gave her the chance to ease down and hold onto control.
her knees spread to welcome him in. the desire for something more substantial settles in the bond between them. only then does she release him, steadying herself instead on his shoulders. the arch of her body draws his finger in, and she bites down on her lip. it's harder, now, to keep eye contact and not to surrender to the feeling.
she doesn't leave that desire without reaction. she reaches down to push at his wrist, nudging him back. ]
Lie down.
[ she shifts aside to make room for him on the desk as she says it. she should let him have control, maybe, but he hasn't demonstrated a solid track record of being able to hold himself back, and thus she takes up the mantle. ]
[Every time she attempts to flinch away, he finds himself chasing her — not just for her pleasure, but also his own. Its a somewhat foreign sensation on his side of the bond, but its one he finds himself craving more and more of every time he strokes it. He knows better than to give her too much, or they would simply be right back where they started, and the dissatisfaction he can feel rippling through her when he refuses to give her more than his finger to satisfy that itch he feels building.
But then she pushes his wrist down, gives him that command, and he can’t help but feel some of the wind leave his sails. It doesn’t stop him from complying, of course, but there is a moment where his finger retreats in silence and curls into a small fist of frustration. If nothing else, he has learned his lesson about thinking he knows better than her about — anything, but especially anything to do with this. She hasn’t done him wrong yet.
Kylo Ren untangles himself from the splay of her legs, testing the load bearing capacity with two hands before adding the rest of his body. Somewhere in between, there is a grint of discomfort as he tries to shift around his arrousal. They probably should have made this move a little sooner. His body doesn’t quite fit on the vertical axis, so he shifts himself to find a horizontal plane once Rey makes room for him.]
[ her breath catches on his disappointment. there's no good down the road of pointing it out and trying too obviously to course correct — they're both already shifting. but she feels … foolish. impatient, maybe. she recognizes something in herself not unlike she had seen in ben, an overwrought desire to be followed and recognized for the authority that he had. but that had never been what they'd found so satisfying in one another. it's only these efforts to perform something, to be the empress, that make her project it onto him now.
there's a frustration in the way her hands ball to mirror his as he settles back. despite her misgivings about the way she'd executed it, she wastes no time taking advantage when he stretches out the length of the desk. he's too tall for it, of course. more evidence of the way she — they? — might as well try to fit a round peg in a square hole. she climbs on top of him anyway, hovering on all fours over him.
she rethinks her haste and takes her time gazing down at him. her hand reaches for his face instead of his cock, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. he's flushed, forehead sticky with the sheen of dried sweat. she lets her hand trace down over his jawline.
there's this sense that she should say something, but … she never says the right thing. so instead she just hopes that he can feel it. ]
[Her eyes catch his when she finally climbs over him, and he doesn’t realize he’s bracing himself until her hand falls soft on the high point of his cheek. He feels her intent across the bond, and the intensity of his stare softens some. Even now, together like this at the height of their power, they still couldn’t seem to get this part right — the part where they stopped assuming things of one another. Maybe the bond had made it worse in giving them justification for it.
Her hand is calloused in certain spots, but it feels like coming home when it settles into his jaw, a warmth that eases every tensed muscle that had managed to build up in that short and tense moment. He leans into it, reaching up for that hand like a security blanket and letting his fingers lace with her’s. Similarly, he stays quiet. He had never been a man of many words to start with.
Maybe they’d never get it right. He can’t say he cares all that much. There were far worst things shared between them over the past years. The day he stopped believing in this thing between them would surely be his end. And with that on his mind, he turns his head just enough to press his lips to the heel of her palm — reverant, submissive, and understanding.]
[ his resignation to the inevitability of missteps, and his belief in it despite these, makes her chest tighten. maybe it was too much to expect two people so broken by the world to get it right the first time. maybe it was time she accepted that there would be a journey, rather than assuming they'd already reached some pinnacle.
rey shifts her hand, drags her thumb along the curve of his lower lip, inspecting him. he trusts her. that alone should be enough.
her knees bend and bring her down to sit on his hips, the curve of her pubic bone pressed against the length of his erection. leaning down, she brings her mouth to his. this time, the kiss is all tongue and lips. no teeth.
she rolls her hips forward, tilting them up. it's too gentle and stirring to be called rutting, but there's an undeniable search for friction there. she aches for more of what his finger had offered her. still, despite the interruption, a tremor crackles like a current through her thighs and she jerks slightly as his skin drags against her just so. rey's hand comes to rest against the side of his neck. ]
[Rey’s thumb brushes his lip, and something in him warms at the gesture of approval. There rests a deep hunger in his eyes that only expands the more she delays them. But then, she settles again, and leans in to kiss him.
He lifts his arms from the table to cradle her torso, an enveloping and secure gesture that no doubt keeps her too close to be comfortable, moving her hips like that. But he craves that specific contact when and moves in for that deep kiss. He smothers around her shoulders for a brief moment before relaxing his grip and allowing his hands to explore her back. His touch is light, much like the way she moves against him.
Its a challenge to keep his hips still as she uses him to stimulate herself. He can feel that teasing bit of static running down her spine as if it were his own pleasure, and he mumbles something incorrigible into her mouth. Yes. More.
The light pressure is quickly joined bu the bite of his nails, and the drag of her hips is joined by the occasional helpless twitch of his hips. Like Rey, he lacks true patience to drag this out, even if the desire for it is there.]
[ the wariness of her own overeager mistakes keeps her restrained and cautious until he digs his nails into her back. she hisses an approval into his mouth, her teeth scraping against his lips as she bites down. heat sparks at the too-sharp contact, spreads through her to add to her fever. it's different than before, appetite mingled now with the pleasant, fuzzy sort of numbness that comes after a satisfying ending.
at his neck, her hand tightens and squeezes, her thumb pressing down against his windpipe. then she settles her weight back on her knees and reaches down to grab him. her grip is strangling there too, reminding him to hold it together as she tries to angle him into her.
for a moment, her hips barely swivel, letting just the tip slip against her cunt. bobbing near the entrance, always unsatisfying. but she can feel the tension squeeze in her as well, that anticipation, that need. she's aching for him. her teasing can't last, not when every last inch of her is screaming out for him. ]
Oh, Ben.
[ his name comes out in a whine. she doesn't mean for it too, and certainly not that name, but it's what comes out. she presses her forehead against his, gasping for breath. ]
He’s already riding a high. The way she sinks her teeth into his lip is a warning, and any sound that might have come from him before she closes off his windpipe is stifled. It was impossible not to sense her intent, and he is (mostly) grateful for the way she grabs his cock to prevent him from losing control immediately when she angles him and lowers her hips.
Kylo Ren clenches his teeth, the sharpness of his nails blunting on reflex and balling into fists at her back instead. The way she refuses to take all of him unearths a needy, choked sound and his hands shoot for her hips immediately. His need for control vibrates back across the link, but it is drowned out by the sparks that color his vision every time she moves. Its so much. its too much — and he’s devouring it.
The sound of that name isn’t even enough to pull him out of the moment. His chest begins to glisten with sweat as she works him over, and as his hips desperately jerk upward into her hand when she pulls away from him. His thoughts are a bottomless and possessive hunger, a deep void of desire that threatens to drag them both under.
[ if the frantic desperation with which he pawed at and jerked up against her were not sufficient to sway her to succumb to her own desire, the gravity of his blind, senseless, animal hunger would. the senseless jumble, beyond all coherent thought, draws her in across the bond, an overpowering shade of desire that stretches beyond him. it finds its answer and equal in her, and she surrenders her efforts to control their pace.
when he next pulls at her hips, she helps him, sinking down until their bodies are flush against each other. slick desire eases his entry into one fluid motion, burying him deep inside of her, but the sudden stretch of her body to accommodate him still draws a sharp and sudden whimper from her.
this. this is what she had wanted. guiding their rhythm with her hips frees her hand up to support her weight, and she plants it on the desk while she shifts to accommodate him. when she straightens her back, she keeps her grip on his throat. she can feel his breath as if it were her own, making it easy enough for her to give him enough room to breathe, if with difficulty.
she doesn't want him passing out on her.
she lifts her hips back up slowly, dragging out the feeling as her body opens up to him, gets used to the intrusion. her legs tremble as she takes him back in with one hard thrust downward, struck by the sweet friction he provides. ]
[When their hips meet, satisfaction floods his body. He leans into a wall that isn’t there between them anymore, her hips in a vice grip. Kylo tries to take a gulp of air and ends up half-choking on it, so when it comes back out, it is a helpless crowing sound that matches her whine in pitch (though not volume). He feels her grip shift to steady her weight, and he follows her lead, unclenching his fingers just enough to allow her to lead. In its wake, he leaves marks behind, but he also finds it impossible to seperate his grip from her entirely.
Kylo Ren’s hips raise whenever her’s fall, and there exists a clawing fever that rises from his stomach to join that sense of insaitable hunger. As she no doubt predicted, there is no way he might have lasted this under different circumstances — his need pools with her’s and begs to drag them along out to sea. He wants more of her, even knowing that duch an idea is almost absurd, and it translates in the act of his hands moving from her hips to roam her body. Anywhere he can reach, he reaches and pulls, begging her for further contact and closeness.]
Rey—
[There is something urgent in his voice, and it comes out completely unbidden. There is a sense between them that indicates he is prepared to hold on, but — there is nowhere for it to go, this thirst for her. So he vocalizes it, past the hand clenched around her throat.]
[ the sound of her name has something inside of her calling back to him in kind, a frantic, clawing failure to hold onto whatever sense and control she has left. no. it's more literal than that. she moans her reply, but a rasping and desperate breath cuts it off.
losing the feeling of his hands squeezing her down against him would feel like more of a loss were he not immediately driven to explore every inch of her. his fingertips bruise her ribs too, pulling her towards him, and when they settle on groping her breasts, she picks up the pace of her thrusting, falling out of rhythm.
want makes it erratic. she can't think about a steady pace, how good that build-up feels. she can't think at all. her mind goes white. as a fuse lights in her gut, burning out towards her extremities and bringing an earthquake with it. she thrashes, she lets go of the table, reaching between them to help herself along as she gets close enough to crest.
the grip on his neck tightens too, all thought of caution gone with the rest. it's briefly crushing, even concerning. she cries out while she rides him through her climax. ]
[When her thrashing starts, he struggles to hold as long as he can, but its an exercise in futility. The bond floods with her, and he goes stiff as all of his muscles lock in place beneath her. The sensation that comes after is unlike anything he could have expected. His eyes widen, but no sound comes from him as she clamps down on his throat. Lack of oxygen is what gets him to reach for her thighs, burying himself as deep as he can before he comes hard inside of her. His hips jerk weakly as the end of it, he finds himself clawing at his throat to try and pull her hand away so that he can breathe.
The jumble of thoughts starts flashing across the bond. He wants more, he wants to hold her, he wants to bury himself in her hair, he—can’t breathe, still.
His face has begun to turn purple. His consciousness flickers at the other end of the bond, a bit of panic cutting through the pleasure.]
[ the panic stabs through loud and clear and she lets up immediately. adrenaline is a hell of a stark wake-up from the endorphin dump that she'd just been on, but she's able to pull herself hastily off of him and press her hands to the side of his head instead of … you know … crushing his windpipe.
ok maybe not trying that one again soon. ]
Ben. [ she utters it again, her head still fuzzy with the neurochemical cocktail of orgasm mixed with panic and fear. ]
[He inhales deeply when she finally lets go of him, turning his face just enough so he doesn’t cough directly into her’s. He is covered in sweat, vaguely dizzy, and tinted red from all of the activity — spent. Its easy, pleasant even, to let her hands hold his head still. As oxygen worms its way back into his lungs, he finds himself reaching up weakly to wind his arm around her’s. The attempt fails with what little cognative coordination he has left, and he instead lets it drape over her back.
His throat is too raw to speak, but there is an acknowledgement on the other side of their link. Its ok. He’d even enjoyed it, despite the fact that she’d almost knocked him out in her carelessness. And despite the fact that she keeps using that name.]
[ 'look at' here seems to cover the impression she picks up on through the force, at least. she doesn't have better terminology. she's not sure it will ever exist. ]
I hurt you.
[ and there's regret thick in her voice as she says it. he should not be accepting that so easily. whether he'd enjoyed it or not (ok she's feeling Good about the fact that he enjoyed it, but it doesn't absolve her of the dread that she'd taken it Too Far by a little).
it's not quite as easy as, 'i won't do it again,' since she didn't mean to do it this time. and it's not as if she weren't aware of him—she was, the whole time. but in a moment of pure ecstasy, she'd lost control. and that, well, could happen again. ]
[His voice is hoarse when he finally comes out with a reply, his hand blindly groping for her’s to pull her knuckles toward his mouth, resting his cheek against the opposite hand. The press of his lips is brief, and joined by teeth shortly after. Ok, yes, she had hurt him — but the damage was hardly lasting, and he’d have asked her to do it again the next time.
If he remembered. If there was a next time.]
I would have felt it, if you had.
[Intention to harm was important. She had not held his throat to kill him, just to exercise control. He might have done the same thing, in her situation.]
[ the scrape of his teeth causes her spine to prickle. she lets her eyes drift shut then, put at some kind of ease. she's not sure she agrees yet, but there's something in it that he seems to not only accept, but want. she gazes down at him in silence for a moment before she pulls her hands back and gets comfortable at his side, reaching one hand up again then to continue stroking the side of his face in soothing apology.
they're … a mess. the desk is a mess. their clothes are a mess. this is never going to come out in the dry cleaning and the rug keeping the desk from scratching the cold marble floor will probably need to be replaced. ]
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her pulse jumps in time with his, and rey melts into the kiss. it's everything she wants to hear. a promise of something that will outlive whatever comes at them for this endeavor. if the new empire turns out to be a mistake, this at least is not. wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulls him closer, leaving only enough room for his hands to grope blindly at her breasts between them. even now his lips and tongue taste like her, sharp and cloying.
he is not discardable to her. to the new empire, maybe. but never to her. once she had felt foolish for it, but she's never wanted anything like she wants him.
with steady purpose rey slackens her embrace and lets her fingertips trace light, teasing patterns down the back of his ribs. they take their time and follow the curve of muscle around his hip. her tongue traces the edge of his teeth and she closes her fist around him. she squeezes her grip as she drags her hand along his length. ]
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He can’t angle himself well enough to go any further south with his mouth, so he instead settles on switching his grip to take a nipple between two fingers. He is gentle at first, pressing and rubbing to keep her interested, but eventually his attention turns sharper — a flick, to a gentle pinch.
When the sensation rubberbands back across the bond, his hips jerk in her hand, and he is forced to momentarily give up his attention to her neck in favor of staving off the sudden peak that nearly pulls him out with the tide that has begun to pool. He exhales heavily, slowing all of his action to deny himself the peak that suddenly feels so close. It was too soon — the emotion, the stimulation, it all came far too quickly for him to anticipate. He yearns for it to last, and lets his forehead drop onto her shoulder to communicate what words fail to offer.
Fortunately, they are beyond that sort of communication. He very nearly begs for her to slow down, at war between his desires, static vibrating between the bond.]
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she turns her face to kiss the messy knot of dark hair leaned into her shoulder. it belies her smile. she slows, her hand opening but still brushing along him. a gentle reminder, an effort to bring him back down to a simmer. ]
Shhh. Not yet. [ this is a power she's much more interested in than the power she holds over the galaxy: the power to keep him ever teetering on the brink of some undoing. ] Not like this. [ she nips at his earlobe. it's gentle and playful and most importantly distracting from the soft, rhythmic work of her hand. ] I still want you inside of me. Preferably for more than a few seconds.
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But stars it hurt to come so close. He feels himself, heavy in her hand, and swallows down another needy sound.
One hand slips down between them again, from her chest down between her legs slipping one finger between her folds. His eyes stay locked with her’s when he pulls his head back — bond leads him inward easily, in an effort to make certain that she’s on his same wavelength. He’s not certain he’d be able to resist his orgasm a second time.]
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in his eyes lies a deep and growing darkness, that of unfulfilled desire barely staved off. she drinks it down, not breaking his gaze even when the steady movement of his hand has her hips twitching forward — to steal more or to flinch away as he brushes her clit, it's not immediately clear. she's not even fully sure which she wants more.
regardless, there's no masking from him the case of oversensitivity she's also juggling. it was only the distance of his pleasure across the bond and the slow, steady ambience of his exploration of her breasts that gave her the chance to ease down and hold onto control.
her knees spread to welcome him in. the desire for something more substantial settles in the bond between them. only then does she release him, steadying herself instead on his shoulders. the arch of her body draws his finger in, and she bites down on her lip. it's harder, now, to keep eye contact and not to surrender to the feeling.
she doesn't leave that desire without reaction. she reaches down to push at his wrist, nudging him back. ]
Lie down.
[ she shifts aside to make room for him on the desk as she says it. she should let him have control, maybe, but he hasn't demonstrated a solid track record of being able to hold himself back, and thus she takes up the mantle. ]
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But then she pushes his wrist down, gives him that command, and he can’t help but feel some of the wind leave his sails. It doesn’t stop him from complying, of course, but there is a moment where his finger retreats in silence and curls into a small fist of frustration. If nothing else, he has learned his lesson about thinking he knows better than her about — anything, but especially anything to do with this. She hasn’t done him wrong yet.
Kylo Ren untangles himself from the splay of her legs, testing the load bearing capacity with two hands before adding the rest of his body. Somewhere in between, there is a grint of discomfort as he tries to shift around his arrousal. They probably should have made this move a little sooner. His body doesn’t quite fit on the vertical axis, so he shifts himself to find a horizontal plane once Rey makes room for him.]
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there's a frustration in the way her hands ball to mirror his as he settles back. despite her misgivings about the way she'd executed it, she wastes no time taking advantage when he stretches out the length of the desk. he's too tall for it, of course. more evidence of the way she — they? — might as well try to fit a round peg in a square hole. she climbs on top of him anyway, hovering on all fours over him.
she rethinks her haste and takes her time gazing down at him. her hand reaches for his face instead of his cock, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. he's flushed, forehead sticky with the sheen of dried sweat. she lets her hand trace down over his jawline.
there's this sense that she should say something, but … she never says the right thing. so instead she just hopes that he can feel it. ]
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Her hand is calloused in certain spots, but it feels like coming home when it settles into his jaw, a warmth that eases every tensed muscle that had managed to build up in that short and tense moment. He leans into it, reaching up for that hand like a security blanket and letting his fingers lace with her’s. Similarly, he stays quiet. He had never been a man of many words to start with.
Maybe they’d never get it right. He can’t say he cares all that much. There were far worst things shared between them over the past years. The day he stopped believing in this thing between them would surely be his end. And with that on his mind, he turns his head just enough to press his lips to the heel of her palm — reverant, submissive, and understanding.]
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rey shifts her hand, drags her thumb along the curve of his lower lip, inspecting him. he trusts her. that alone should be enough.
her knees bend and bring her down to sit on his hips, the curve of her pubic bone pressed against the length of his erection. leaning down, she brings her mouth to his. this time, the kiss is all tongue and lips. no teeth.
she rolls her hips forward, tilting them up. it's too gentle and stirring to be called rutting, but there's an undeniable search for friction there. she aches for more of what his finger had offered her. still, despite the interruption, a tremor crackles like a current through her thighs and she jerks slightly as his skin drags against her just so. rey's hand comes to rest against the side of his neck. ]
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He lifts his arms from the table to cradle her torso, an enveloping and secure gesture that no doubt keeps her too close to be comfortable, moving her hips like that. But he craves that specific contact when and moves in for that deep kiss. He smothers around her shoulders for a brief moment before relaxing his grip and allowing his hands to explore her back. His touch is light, much like the way she moves against him.
Its a challenge to keep his hips still as she uses him to stimulate herself. He can feel that teasing bit of static running down her spine as if it were his own pleasure, and he mumbles something incorrigible into her mouth. Yes. More.
The light pressure is quickly joined bu the bite of his nails, and the drag of her hips is joined by the occasional helpless twitch of his hips. Like Rey, he lacks true patience to drag this out, even if the desire for it is there.]
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at his neck, her hand tightens and squeezes, her thumb pressing down against his windpipe. then she settles her weight back on her knees and reaches down to grab him. her grip is strangling there too, reminding him to hold it together as she tries to angle him into her.
for a moment, her hips barely swivel, letting just the tip slip against her cunt. bobbing near the entrance, always unsatisfying. but she can feel the tension squeeze in her as well, that anticipation, that need. she's aching for him. her teasing can't last, not when every last inch of her is screaming out for him. ]
Oh, Ben.
[ his name comes out in a whine. she doesn't mean for it too, and certainly not that name, but it's what comes out. she presses her forehead against his, gasping for breath. ]
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He’s already riding a high. The way she sinks her teeth into his lip is a warning, and any sound that might have come from him before she closes off his windpipe is stifled. It was impossible not to sense her intent, and he is (mostly) grateful for the way she grabs his cock to prevent him from losing control immediately when she angles him and lowers her hips.
Kylo Ren clenches his teeth, the sharpness of his nails blunting on reflex and balling into fists at her back instead. The way she refuses to take all of him unearths a needy, choked sound and his hands shoot for her hips immediately. His need for control vibrates back across the link, but it is drowned out by the sparks that color his vision every time she moves. Its so much. its too much — and he’s devouring it.
The sound of that name isn’t even enough to pull him out of the moment. His chest begins to glisten with sweat as she works him over, and as his hips desperately jerk upward into her hand when she pulls away from him. His thoughts are a bottomless and possessive hunger, a deep void of desire that threatens to drag them both under.
Rey. Please.]
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when he next pulls at her hips, she helps him, sinking down until their bodies are flush against each other. slick desire eases his entry into one fluid motion, burying him deep inside of her, but the sudden stretch of her body to accommodate him still draws a sharp and sudden whimper from her.
this. this is what she had wanted. guiding their rhythm with her hips frees her hand up to support her weight, and she plants it on the desk while she shifts to accommodate him. when she straightens her back, she keeps her grip on his throat. she can feel his breath as if it were her own, making it easy enough for her to give him enough room to breathe, if with difficulty.
she doesn't want him passing out on her.
she lifts her hips back up slowly, dragging out the feeling as her body opens up to him, gets used to the intrusion. her legs tremble as she takes him back in with one hard thrust downward, struck by the sweet friction he provides. ]
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Kylo Ren’s hips raise whenever her’s fall, and there exists a clawing fever that rises from his stomach to join that sense of insaitable hunger. As she no doubt predicted, there is no way he might have lasted this under different circumstances — his need pools with her’s and begs to drag them along out to sea. He wants more of her, even knowing that duch an idea is almost absurd, and it translates in the act of his hands moving from her hips to roam her body. Anywhere he can reach, he reaches and pulls, begging her for further contact and closeness.]
Rey—
[There is something urgent in his voice, and it comes out completely unbidden. There is a sense between them that indicates he is prepared to hold on, but — there is nowhere for it to go, this thirst for her. So he vocalizes it, past the hand clenched around her throat.]
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losing the feeling of his hands squeezing her down against him would feel like more of a loss were he not immediately driven to explore every inch of her. his fingertips bruise her ribs too, pulling her towards him, and when they settle on groping her breasts, she picks up the pace of her thrusting, falling out of rhythm.
want makes it erratic. she can't think about a steady pace, how good that build-up feels. she can't think at all. her mind goes white. as a fuse lights in her gut, burning out towards her extremities and bringing an earthquake with it. she thrashes, she lets go of the table, reaching between them to help herself along as she gets close enough to crest.
the grip on his neck tightens too, all thought of caution gone with the rest. it's briefly crushing, even concerning. she cries out while she rides him through her climax. ]
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The jumble of thoughts starts flashing across the bond. He wants more, he wants to hold her, he wants to bury himself in her hair, he—can’t breathe, still.
His face has begun to turn purple. His consciousness flickers at the other end of the bond, a bit of panic cutting through the pleasure.]
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ok maybe not trying that one again soon. ]
Ben. [ she utters it again, her head still fuzzy with the neurochemical cocktail of orgasm mixed with panic and fear. ]
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His throat is too raw to speak, but there is an acknowledgement on the other side of their link. Its ok. He’d even enjoyed it, despite the fact that she’d almost knocked him out in her carelessness. And despite the fact that she keeps using that name.]
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[ 'look at' here seems to cover the impression she picks up on through the force, at least. she doesn't have better terminology. she's not sure it will ever exist. ]
I hurt you.
[ and there's regret thick in her voice as she says it. he should not be accepting that so easily. whether he'd enjoyed it or not (ok she's feeling Good about the fact that he enjoyed it, but it doesn't absolve her of the dread that she'd taken it Too Far by a little).
it's not quite as easy as, 'i won't do it again,' since she didn't mean to do it this time. and it's not as if she weren't aware of him—she was, the whole time. but in a moment of pure ecstasy, she'd lost control. and that, well, could happen again. ]
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[His voice is hoarse when he finally comes out with a reply, his hand blindly groping for her’s to pull her knuckles toward his mouth, resting his cheek against the opposite hand. The press of his lips is brief, and joined by teeth shortly after. Ok, yes, she had hurt him — but the damage was hardly lasting, and he’d have asked her to do it again the next time.
If he remembered. If there was a next time.]
I would have felt it, if you had.
[Intention to harm was important. She had not held his throat to kill him, just to exercise control. He might have done the same thing, in her situation.]
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they're … a mess. the desk is a mess. their clothes are a mess. this is never going to come out in the dry cleaning and the rug keeping the desk from scratching the cold marble floor will probably need to be replaced. ]