Was this control? Ben didn't feel controlled at all. Just the opposite. It felt like he was drugged, only able to focus on one thing at a time. Except that there was only thing on his mind. The need to satisfy himself was incredibly strong. Almost to the point of being distracting. But he'd been able to hold out this long. That was an accomplishment already, right?
"I always thought you'd look so pretty between my legs but then, you're pretty when you do anything."
It was torture to pull his hand away and slip across the bed to Hux's. The smell of the other man was even stronger here. It intoxicated him. He laid himself out as noisely as possible over the covers, even forcing the bed to creak so Hux could hear. Without the other's body warmth, the bed was cold and it briefly shook his dizzy head to reality.
Was this alright? Would they regret this in the morning? But it wasn't as if he hadn't already wanted this. And from the sound of it, words he'd shivered under, Hux had wanted this too. He undid his belt and pushed his hand back underneath the fabric, Hux's face coming to the front of his mind as he stretched out his fingers and squeezed. His name being released from Hux's mouth in that sultry tone made him a little weak in the knees. His eyes were on the ceiling but his mind was in that bathroom. Imagining. As if he hadn't a hundred times before now.
"You're never soft when I think of you like this." Ben Force-carried his voice across the room and through the door, letting it tickle Hux's ear. But it was soft, questioning like it was asking for permission.