His knees were shaking. It hurt to be so close to that razor edge. He teetered on and off, brushing that line with every hurried stroke. The familiar sound of wet skin and haggard breathing from beyond the bathroom door was a tantalizing song and he grasped at every sigh, every moan. Knowing how Hux had imagined him, imagined them, had him aching to be touched so badly by the other man that he almost gave into the temptation to push himself off the bed and rip that door off its hinges-
"Shit," Ben shuddered. The colorful image that Hux had painted was such a naughty one, the two of them caught so intimately and passionately in the last place he would have imagined the General would want. He almost wished for them back on the Finalizer, if only to bring that erotic fantasy to life.
He pushed his cock through his hand, closing hard around the base and then gliding it back through. Hux, hot and wet around him, was all the image he needed to push him closer. "I'm-" Ben moaned loudly and rolled his head back into the mattress, closing the circle of his hand and squeezing it hard at the tip. "I'm almost there," he promised, running his cock through his hand with a speed that surprised even him. All he could think of was Hux on top of him, riding him faster and faster. He held his breath, Hux's demanding and needy voice the only sound he needed to pull him through.
He came so hard, he gasped. Nearly shouted, Hux's name on his tongue like a fevered prayer. Pearled streams landed on his stomach. His cock fell against his thigh, somehow still red and needy but Ben basked in the brief moment of relief.