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Iғ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇ sʜᴇᴅ﹐ ᴍᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Those times he has to inform Kylo Ren or General Hux of any bad news, he wishes he could be anywhere else - doing anything else - instead of delivering that information.
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clear show of submission. His eyes flickered upward for a brief second, seeking approval, before lowering again as he continued, eager to please, determined to be exactly what his superior desired in this moment.
The young officer's breath hitched visibly as the General uncrossed his legs and the obvious bulge strained against the front of his uniform. The raw hunger in Hux's expression made heat surge through his body, a mix of nerves and desperate want twisting in his stomach.
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+ uniform was projected without reservation, awaiting liberation from its confinement.
The General then issued the pertinent directive, with a firmness that admitted no retort:
"Proceed, Captain. Execute your task as planned".
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to the tip before parting his lips and taking him into his mouth. He started slow, his tongue swirling carefully around the head, then gradually took more, working with focused devotion. One hand rested lightly on Hux's thigh for balance while the other stayed on his own, a +
Mitaka stood before the General, his heart hammering against his ribs as he felt the shift in his tone... from fury to that low, dangerous curiosity. The large black satin bow was tied around his bare torso, the fabric gleaming against his pale skin, the ends trailing teasingly +
+ pale skin.
The air in the room seemed to grow heavier.
"What is the meaning of this, Mitaka?" he asked, though his tone was no longer one of fury, but of a dangerous curiosity.
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softly. "For your birthday. I wanted to give you something you could unwrap… if you wish."
The bow shifted subtly with every shallow breath he took, accentuating the deliberate way it had been tied... easy to pull undone. His voice dropped even quieter, almost a whisper. +
a brief moment, a flicker of nervous anticipation mixed with unquestioning loyalty, before dropping respectfully to the floor between them.
The young officer was fairly certain of what the military leader wanted from him, but he'd learned early on to never act on assumptions.
Mitaka's hands stilled instantly at the command. The shift in Hux's voice, that edge, laced with something darker, sent a sharp jolt through him. For half a second his breath caught, his cheeks burning hotter beneath the flush that had already started.
"Yes, Sir," he said +
softly, then he stepped back and circled around to stand directly in front of his General.
Without another word, he lowered himself to his knees, the motion fluid and practiced, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as his pulse hammered wildly.
His gaze lifted to Hux's for +