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solohux:
happy halloween! ✨
i wrote some vampire kylo (◡‿◡✿)
It’s the feeling of a cold presence leering over him that rouses Hux from sleep.
He knows he hasn’t been asleep for too long, and feels more than reluctant to open his eyes but he does, seeing the strong silhouette of his vampire looming over his sleeping form. Hux blinks slowly as the mattress dips underneath Kylo’s weight as he sits down on the edge of the bed, his hip touching Hux’s.
“What time is it?” Hux asks, sitting up slightly to try and look at the clock on his bedside table.
“12:44am. I know, I’m sorry,” Kylo replies, sliding his cold hand up to cup Hux’s cheek, rubbing softly over his sharp cheekbone, though his hand doesn’t stay there for long. Slowly, and menacingly, his fingers slide down to the pulse point on the underside of Hux’s jaw, caressing it with his cold fingers. “But I’m hungry.”
Hux groans, rubbing his eyes. Even the thought of Kylo feeding from him again makes the healing wounds on his arms and neck throb, anticipating being pierced by Kylo’s fangs. But Hux owes the vampire his life; this is his penance.
“Fine. Arm or neck?” Hux asks, pushing himself up onto his elbows, only to feel Kylo’s strong hand push him back down.
“Neck,” the vampire replies, moving to straddle himself over Hux’s slim hips, his wild and dark hair falling in front of him like a cursed waterfall.
Hux swallows hard, feeling slightly crushed by Kylo’s dead weight atop of him, but he doesn’t voice his discomfort. There’s something about his vampire that never fails to lure Hux back in until he’s begging to be drank from, begging to be the only one to satiate Kylo’s hunger. He needs to be told how good he is, how good he tastes…but Hux would never admit that he gets off on it. He doesn’t doubt that Kylo would whisk him away to his hideout and transform him into a permanent blood slave.
Kylo’s cold lips engulf Hux’s in a rough kiss, a tremble of anticipation spreading across Hux’s skin.
“Relax,” Kylo whispers, dragging his fangs back across Hux’s bottom lip, drawing blood, lapping it up with a flick of his tongue. “My good boy.”
Hux moans, feeling overcome with the excitable desire to be used for Kylo’s needs. He allows his head to fall to the side, his heart pounding furiously in his chest, his blood flowing rapidly through his veins.
“Say it,” Kylo orders, moving agonisingly slowly towards a soft spot on Hux’s neck.
“Taste me,” Hux begs, arching his back. “Drink from me. I’m yours, Ren. Please.”
Kylo gives a low chuckle before he swipes his tongue across an attractive spot on Hux’s jugular, tasting his skin before biting down harshly with his sharp fangs. Hux grits his teeth to suppress his cry as he feels blood flow from the wound, but his body is pinned down underneath Kylo’s abnormally strong body, his thin hips stuck between Kylo’s knees. The vampire sucks him, lapping at the fresh wound on his neck, nipping and caressing the skin to stimulate the flow of Hux’s blood.
“My delicious boy,” Kylo croons, lifting his head for a moment, his pale lips covered in crimson.
Hux swallows hard. Kylo’s eyes have turned an ominous shade of red, as though his irises themselves have filled with blood. He stares down at Hux, teasingly running his tongue over his dripping fangs.
“I’m here to serve you,” Hux says, knowing how much the vampire appreciates the power play between them. “My Lord. My Master. Please. Feed from me.”
“Mm, my beautiful human,” Kylo says before going back to lap at the wound, suckling with a ferocious need, and Hux finds his own breaths synchronising with Kylo’s sucks, aiding his own blood flow. “So good for me.”
Hux moans, feeling his consciousness beginning to waver, black creeping in on his vision.
“Ren…”
“Ssh, I know, Hux,” Kylo whispers, climbing off of Hux’s shaking body and opens the drawer, pulling out a cleansing wipe and a plaster. He swabs the wound clean before sticking the pale plaster over the bite marks in an identical repeat of their routine.
Hux lifts his hand to Kylo’s cheek, brushing his knuckles against his freezing skin.
“Sleep, my precious Hux,” Kylo breathes, taking hold of the human’s limp hand and kissing it gently before lowering it back down onto the bed. “You’ve served me well.”
Hux smiles, his body and mind obeying Kylo’s wishes, drifting into a deep sleep, unknowing that his vampire stays to watch over his copper jewel until dawn.
solohux:
happy halloween! ✨
i wrote some vampire kylo (◡‿◡✿)
It’s the feeling of a cold presence leering over him that rouses Hux from sleep.
He knows he hasn’t been asleep for too long, and feels more than reluctant to open his eyes but he does, seeing the strong silhouette of his vampire looming over his sleeping form. Hux blinks slowly as the mattress dips underneath Kylo’s weight as he sits down on the edge of the bed, his hip touching Hux’s.
“What time is it?” Hux asks, sitting up slightly to try and look at the clock on his bedside table.
“12:44am. I know, I’m sorry,” Kylo replies, sliding his cold hand up to cup Hux’s cheek, rubbing softly over his sharp cheekbone, though his hand doesn’t stay there for long. Slowly, and menacingly, his fingers slide down to the pulse point on the underside of Hux’s jaw, caressing it with his cold fingers. “But I’m hungry.”
Hux groans, rubbing his eyes. Even the thought of Kylo feeding from him again makes the healing wounds on his arms and neck throb, anticipating being pierced by Kylo’s fangs. But Hux owes the vampire his life; this is his penance.
“Fine. Arm or neck?” Hux asks, pushing himself up onto his elbows, only to feel Kylo’s strong hand push him back down.
“Neck,” the vampire replies, moving to straddle himself over Hux’s slim hips, his wild and dark hair falling in front of him like a cursed waterfall.
Hux swallows hard, feeling slightly crushed by Kylo’s dead weight atop of him, but he doesn’t voice his discomfort. There’s something about his vampire that never fails to lure Hux back in until he’s begging to be drank from, begging to be the only one to satiate Kylo’s hunger. He needs to be told how good he is, how good he tastes…but Hux would never admit that he gets off on it. He doesn’t doubt that Kylo would whisk him away to his hideout and transform him into a permanent blood slave.
Kylo’s cold lips engulf Hux’s in a rough kiss, a tremble of anticipation spreading across Hux’s skin.
“Relax,” Kylo whispers, dragging his fangs back across Hux’s bottom lip, drawing blood, lapping it up with a flick of his tongue. “My good boy.”
Hux moans, feeling overcome with the excitable desire to be used for Kylo’s needs. He allows his head to fall to the side, his heart pounding furiously in his chest, his blood flowing rapidly through his veins.
“Say it,” Kylo orders, moving agonisingly slowly towards a soft spot on Hux’s neck.
“Taste me,” Hux begs, arching his back. “Drink from me. I’m yours, Ren. Please.”
Kylo gives a low chuckle before he swipes his tongue across an attractive spot on Hux’s jugular, tasting his skin before biting down harshly with his sharp fangs. Hux grits his teeth to suppress his cry as he feels blood flow from the wound, but his body is pinned down underneath Kylo’s abnormally strong body, his thin hips stuck between Kylo’s knees. The vampire sucks him, lapping at the fresh wound on his neck, nipping and caressing the skin to stimulate the flow of Hux’s blood.
“My delicious boy,” Kylo croons, lifting his head for a moment, his pale lips covered in crimson.
Hux swallows hard. Kylo’s eyes have turned an ominous shade of red, as though his irises themselves have filled with blood. He stares down at Hux, teasingly running his tongue over his dripping fangs.
“I’m here to serve you,” Hux says, knowing how much the vampire appreciates the power play between them. “My Lord. My Master. Please. Feed from me.”
“Mm, my beautiful human,” Kylo says before going back to lap at the wound, suckling with a ferocious need, and Hux finds his own breaths synchronising with Kylo’s sucks, aiding his own blood flow. “So good for me.”
Hux moans, feeling his consciousness beginning to waver, black creeping in on his vision.
“Ren…”
“Ssh, I know, Hux,” Kylo whispers, climbing off of Hux’s shaking body and opens the drawer, pulling out a cleansing wipe and a plaster. He swabs the wound clean before sticking the pale plaster over the bite marks in an identical repeat of their routine.
Hux lifts his hand to Kylo’s cheek, brushing his knuckles against his freezing skin.
“Sleep, my precious Hux,” Kylo breathes, taking hold of the human’s limp hand and kissing it gently before lowering it back down onto the bed. “You’ve served me well.”
Hux smiles, his body and mind obeying Kylo’s wishes, drifting into a deep sleep, unknowing that his vampire stays to watch over his copper jewel until dawn.
