He wanted to argue but Ben knew his boyfriend had a point; young Solo had gone soft. "Mm," he lifted his head from the purple hickey freshly painted on Armitage's shoulder. He ran his tongue over his top teeth, enjoying the taste of his lover's skin. "Death has a way of helping a person prioritize." Facing his feelings rather than bury them had proved to be the right decision. The Jedi and the Sith had been wrong in how they handled emotions. It had been a struggle for him to try and exist with both dark and light swirling insde him but his efforts were being rewarded. So much more than he could have hoped for.
The yank on his pants had one clear message; off. Ben pushed his weight into the other man and wriggled his lower half against him. "What happened to your unwavering patience and control?" He quipped cheekily but pushed himself up again. It was difficult balancing his own self-control with the lust coming like a stampede over him. One second he wanted to rip everything off the other man and the next second, he wanted to slow down and savor what was in front of him. The problem was that his cock was already too hard to be ignored much longer and he could feel Hux's own growing need hot against his knee.
So he compromised.
One hand tugged at his boyfriend's zipper and just before breaking it, he thrust his fingers inside and slipped them deep. His other hand took one of Hux's and guided it over the hard length bulging through the fabric. "Maybe I can get you off just like this. Just touching you, you touching me." Ben had no intention of letting Armitage leave this couch without one of them getting fucked on it but he wanted to see his boyfriend's face at the possibility of what he could do.