Salute [turpitcde]

The other held onto the General’s shoulders firmly, trying to balance himself, so he wouldn’t further embarrass himself by falling completely out of the chair, or even worse- tipping it over with the both of them in it.

“Yes sir,” he nodded. That was one think Mitaka felt he did well- he took orders and made sure they got completed, to the best of his extent, anyways. 

The Lieutenant kissed the leader back gently, working on the rest of his clothes until he was fully nude, and getting a bit cold by now, his bare feet against the durasteel sent a shiver up his spine.

He knew they tried to keep the Finalizer cooler, it kept you awake, more alert, and forced you to keep working, promoting good work ethic.

He was hoping he wasn’t coming off as too eager, that didn’t look good. He did want this, but he didn’t want to come off as slutty.

Well, Mitaka was not wrong. He took orders well and listened well. He listened and did things accordingly. Of course, no person was perfect. So Mitaka has had his ups and downs. Just as Cuinn had. But those were not thought of until they REALLY needed to come onto play. Like blackmail. Or just a remimder so they did not mess up again. But Mitaka was Mitaka… any mistake he had would generally result in him getting upset. To which Cuinn wouldn’t need to do much discipline.

The Finalizer was cold for multiple reasons. As you would have it; it was esentially that entire list. Not only that, but it also kept people wearing their uniforms. Uniforms were essential when it came to work. No one has DARED to show up to work without their uniform on, but they have had Stormtroopers take off helmets and whatnot. Something that himself and Captain Phasma need to prevent more.

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The Lieutenant shuddered a bit as the General ran a hand along him. His hand was warm, causing the smaller male to lean into the touch slightly. It felt nice, being wanted like this.

“Th-thank you sir,” he said gently against the superior’s lips, kissing back gently, arms wrapping up over Hux’s shoulders, standing on his toes a bit to get a better reach at his lips.

He didn’t bother to think of blackmail, he didn’t think the General would do that to him, but, people were always full of surprises. That’s how it always seemed to be.

Mitaka already knew he would be wanting more, he wanted more right now. But, he remained silent. General Hux was clearly in charge, and that’s how it would be.

Salute [turpitcde]

“Y-yes sir,” he muttered, kissing the other roughly before, quickly standing up and trying to remove his pants. He had entirely forgotten about his boots being on and ended up getting into a tangled mess and falling backwards onto the cold durasteel floor.

He froze for a few moments, gazing up at the General, eyes a bit wet, trying his best not to cry. He was absolutely mortified, he had just completely fallen over right in front of the superior officer.

He scrambled to recover though, tugging off the boots and stacking them nicely up against the side of the desk before removing his pants, setting them on top of his uniform top on the desk next to Hux’s.

It was no surprise that Mitaka had fallen over. This was expected, as they were not exactly on a bed. Let alone a bigger chair to hold the both of them correctly. The most they had was his desk and his office chair right now still. Pressing his lips together, he watches silently as Mitaka gets up and tugs his boots off. Watching the man then slip off his pants and tugging him onto his lap after the pants were off. All he wanted right now, was to get Mitaka out of the rest of his clothes and screw him. Screw him until the both of them were satisfied.

Cuinn is sitting there with his jacket off and his wifebeater on. His bottoms still intact. He needed to take them off still. But how could he show dominance if he didn’t look good? As he tears his own wifebeater off, Cuinn looks down to Mitaka’s legs and he starts to run a hand along his leg. Brushing at the exposed thigh with a smirk on his lips. “Take off the rest of your clothes. All of it.” This is said demandingly. A low hiss coming through his voice.

Gently he pushes Mitaka off his lap. Fingers pushed against his chest as he leans in to kiss Mitaka on the mouth. Soon standing up himself to tear off his own boots and pants; setting the clothing items now in his seat. Who said they couldn’t go commando while screwing in his office, hm? Cuinn smirks once he is nude, sliding a hand over to Mitaka’s waist and turning him to face him even if he was finished undressing or not. “I can tell you are eager…….. good.”

The other held onto the General’s shoulders firmly, trying to balance himself, so he wouldn’t further embarrass himself by falling completely out of the chair, or even worse- tipping it over with the both of them in it.

“Yes sir,” he nodded. That was one think Mitaka felt he did well- he took orders and made sure they got completed, to the best of his extent, anyways. 

The Lieutenant kissed the leader back gently, working on the rest of his clothes until he was fully nude, and getting a bit cold by now, his bare feet against the durasteel sent a shiver up his spine.

He knew they tried to keep the Finalizer cooler, it kept you awake, more alert, and forced you to keep working, promoting good work ethic.

He was hoping he wasn’t coming off as too eager, that didn’t look good. He did want this, but he didn’t want to come off as slutty.

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Salute [turpitcde]

“Th-thank you sir,” he muttered gently, leaning in kiss the other gently. He was pleased that the General wasn’t going to much him for his experience, or lack thereof.

The other’s hand against the back of his neck, it was warm, assertive. Dominant. And he craved it.

Mitaka had always admired the General, he was powerful, dominant, and the visage of an efficient soldier who’s work was never done. He always did everything perfectly, and did it while maintaining a straight face. Yes, he had seen the other upset a handful of times, but, he had never seen the other completely furious; which, Mitaka was thankful for.

No one was better suited for this position as Hux was. No one could do everything the way he did. And no one would ever be able to replace him.

That’s what Mitaka wanted, he wanted to be irreplaceable. A piece on the board that pawns were sacrificed for.

“I’m already enjoying myself sir,” he smiled softly, speaking honestly.

The air felt good as the other officer began to remove his jacket, was much too warm.

Cuinn as an interesting fellow. He was amazing. He was strong He was INTELLIGENT. He was a lot of things that people did not expect. Cuinn, if anything, was the sort of man that just.. took you by surprise. They took you by surprise in the sense that when you looked at Hux, you did not think much.

His smarts and his ability to work with wht was around him, as well as his teamwork, was something that made up for his weak look. His rough exterior was nothing to take lightly, however.

As the other proceeds to take Mitaka’s jacket off, he sets it on the desk. Leaving it neatly on the desk. After he’s taken Mitaka’s off, he’s working to get his own off. Once his own is off, he pauses and looks to Mitaka as he’s setting it on the desk beside Mitaka’s. “Pull down your bottoms, Mitaka. This will make your erection less stressed..” He mumbles. 

Pressing his palm against the other as he smirks. Trapping MItaka in a heated kiss as he pulls both hands to his own waist to undo his own. This was going to be QUITE the makeout session; and perhaps even quickie between the both of them.

“Y-yes sir,” he muttered, kissing the other roughly before, quickly standing up and trying to remove his pants. He had entirely forgotten about his boots being on and ended up getting into a tangled mess and falling backwards onto the cold durasteel floor.

He froze for a few moments, gazing up at the General, eyes a bit wet, trying his best not to cry. He was absolutely mortified, he had just completely fallen over right in front of the superior officer.

He scrambled to recover though, tugging off the boots and stacking them nicely up against the side of the desk before removing his pants, setting them on top of his uniform top on the desk next to Hux’s.

Salute [turpitcde]

Did he just hear the other right? Was, General Hux offering to have sex with him? It was just a quickie, but, it was better than nothing.

“S-sure,” he whispered, immediately burying his face into the crook of the higher officer’s neck, a feeble attempt to hide the blush that now filled his whole face.

“I-it’s… been a while,” he added softly. “Not since the Academy,” he admitted, a bit embarrassed with that fact.

He was much too busy, or focused on his work, to try to find someone to sleep with. And, it wasn’t truly a priority of his.

This was awkward, wasn’t the General worried at all about his image. Not only was he kissing a lower ranked officer, but flat out offering to fuck him as well? If someone were to find out, wouldn’t Hux be ridiculed? Surely he could do better than this, better an a mere Lieutenant that cries at everything.

Hux could probably sleep with whoever he wanted, so why him?

These two BOTH were drilled into their work. Believe it or not – Cuinn found an interest in Mitaka. Wanting to screw his brains in, basically. See what Mitaka would be like. It’s gotten him interested (for some reason these thoughts came to him), and well… that’s developed a crush.

Cuinn presses his lips together and he cups Mitaka’s chin, smirking at the other. He knows that Mitaka’s confused, and surprised. He can see it in Mitaka’s facial expressions. The giant blush on his face… the way that he dived in to hide his face in the crook of his neck. It was all too cute!

Smirking at Mitaka, he moves his hand from the others chin and he presses his lips together once more. His tongue coming out to slick a layer of saliva onto his own plush lips. Bright eyes glued onto Mitaka. “….Do not worry. It’s been some time for myself as well. I have no desire to make fun of you for your experience.”

Cuinn rolls his eyes. Looking to the other and scoffing. He knows that Mitaka’s concerned and well, worried about what Hux would think, probably, so.. Bringing a hand to Mitaka’s neck, he brings the man in for a kiss. Brushing his lips over the others. “…That is no issue for me. Just enjoy yourself, Mitaka. I will lead.” Cuinn states as he starts to tear off Mitaka’s jacket slowly.

"Th-thank you sir," he muttered gently, leaning in kiss the other gently. He was pleased that the General wasn't going to much him for his experience, or lack thereof.

The other's hand against the back of his neck, it was warm, assertive. Dominant. And he craved it.

Mitaka had always admired the General, he was powerful, dominant, and the visage of an efficient soldier who's work was never done. He always did everything perfectly, and did it while maintaining a straight face. Yes, he had seen the other upset a handful of times, but, he had never seen the other completely furious; which, Mitaka was thankful for.

No one was better suited for this position as Hux was. No one could do everything the way he did. And no one would ever be able to replace him.

That's what Mitaka wanted, he wanted to be irreplaceable. A piece on the board that pawns were sacrificed for.

"I'm already enjoying myself sir," he smiled softly, speaking honestly.

The air felt good as the other officer began to remove his jacket, was much too warm.

Salute [turpitcde]

The man hesitated a bit as the General moves his arms around the high ranked officer’s neck. It was odd, almost, intimate. The other’s shoulders were much more broad than his own, but, perhaps it was just the uniform.

The kiss along his jaw surprises him, yet, he leans into it, almost desperate for the contact, for the affection, for the attention, that the other is smothering him with.

Mitaka desperately wanted out of his uniform, or at least, to open the top of his uniform a bit, just to let in some cool air. He felt like he was roasting inside of it.

The General’s words cause him to freeze, opening his mouth to reply, but closing it immediately. Dopheld’s face was turning a bright red, which, practically answered for him. But, it would be rude to not answer. His commanding officer had asked him a question, and he needed to answer it.

“Y-y-yes sir,” he whispered, voice as soft as it could be, visibly ashamed of his own answer. He had hoped the other hadn’t noticed, how he was semi-hard beneath his uniform pants. It was highly embarrassing, considering this was also his boss.

Not just his boss. But the General of the First Order, and he was a lowly Lieutenant.

Mitaka was still nervous; but that was no surprise. He wasn’t expecting that to not be evident. Mitaka would get comfortable soon; he was bound to! If this happened and they were bound to engage in it later, then well… it would happen. But Cuinn would ONLY do it if Mitaka was willing to.

Glancing at Mitaka, Cuinn gives off a smirk and he nods. He knows that the other is aroused, and he can’t wait to see what the other will do about it. How does he knows? Well, for one – he can feel it. Not fully; but he can feel that, yes, Mitaka was hard in his pants.

Hands on Mitaka’s waist still, he smirks as he nods and lets go. Knowing that Mitaka had his grip on his uniform. Eyes glancing up and down, he leans in to press a kiss to Mitaka’s mouth. Legs spreading slightly. “If you are aroused, Mitaka.. then I will engage in a quickie with you. Perhaps you will want to ride me; it is your decision on what you are feeling.” Cuinn pauses a moment. “I have lube, Mitaka. Enough to make you slick for a couple rides.” Cuinn shoots at him, winking soon after. Smooth, Cuinn.

Did he just hear the other right? Was, General Hux offering to have sex with him? It was just a quickie, but, it was better than nothing.

“S-sure,” he whispered, immediately burying his face into the crook of the higher officer’s neck, a feeble attempt to hide the blush that now filled his whole face.

“I-it’s... been a while,” he added softly. “Not since the Academy,” he admitted, a bit embarrassed with that fact.

He was much too busy, or focused on his work, to try to find someone to sleep with. And, it wasn’t truly a priority of his.

This was awkward, wasn’t the General worried at all about his image. Not only was he kissing a lower ranked officer, but flat out offering to fuck him as well? If someone were to find out, wouldn’t Hux be ridiculed? Surely he could do better than this, better an a mere Lieutenant that cries at everything.

Hux could probably sleep with whoever he wanted, so why him?

The Lieutenant wasn’t sure what to expect, exactly. He wore his uniform, he didn’t want to be spotted in something other than his regulation attire, which would draw attention to himself.

Mitaka walked past the door, immediately shutting it behind him.

His face was a bright red as he approached the other. He hadn’t done anything like this since the Academy. He was much too busy with his work here on the Finalizer. But that was okay with him.

“Do... do you have limits sir?” He asked. “I want to know boundaries before we begin,” he added softly. Mitaka didn’t want to mess this up by doing something that the General absolutely disliked.

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Elevator [masterkylcren]

“…don’t worry about it then Mitaka,” he said sleepily, “..sleeping on a bed that’s too small is better than sleeping on the hard floor, trust me,” he huffed a laugh and closed his eyes.

“I understand,” he said softly.

“I will leave you to rest then Lord Ren,” he said gently. “If you don’t need anything, that is.”

Salute [turpitcde]

He stiffened a bit at the others order, opening his mouth to apologize for apologizing, only to close his mouth, deciding that being quiet right now would be a much better decision for him. A much wiser one as well.

Mitaka was worried, he was worried that the others would pick on him, ridicule him. Accusing him that being closer to the General was how he climbed through the ranks. And he didn’t want that, he had earned the rank of Lieutenant fair and square.

Was it hot in here, or was it just him? It was typically cool everywhere on the ship, just like Space itself was. But Mitaka was roasting in his uniform, the close contact with the other was not helping his case at all.

“Y-yes sir,” he said, a bit louder this time, no longer whispering as he shifted a bit. He hadn’t sat in anyone’s lap since he was a young boy. His boots just barely grazed the ground, a bit shorter than the General. He was a bit shorter than most of the crew. It always intimidated him, especially when standing next to Kylo Ren.

He leaned forward, kissing the commanding officer a few more times, his cheeks not as red as it was a few moments ago.

If the others desired to tease Mitaka; they would have to go through Hux. THEIR BOSS. If no one listened to him? They’d be killed on the spot. Not fired – shot. No one deserved to live if they did not desire the truth.

When the other kisses him, he smirks at the realization that Mitaka was not as nervous as usual. It was something that surprised him – but, nevertheless, he didn’t mind it. As Mitaka’s kissing him, he brings the mans arms up to wrap around his neck. Letting their chests rub together and grin at the sensation of it. 

Pulling from Mitaka’s kiss, he smirks at the other and licks his lips. Leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. He’s aroused to see that Mitaka was reacting so well to it. He can tell that he’s radiating HEAT. Something that he hadn’t realized that he could do to Mitaka so easily..

“Are you getting aroused?” Hux decides to ask. Smirking at the other as his eyes sit on him. Curious to see how Mitaka would answer. He didn’t expect the other to answer AT ALL, but it would be interesting if he did.

The man hesitated a bit as the General moves his arms around the higher ranked officer’s neck. It was odd, almost, intimate. The other’s shoulders were much more broad than his own, but, perhaps it was just the uniform.

The kiss along his jaw surprises him, yet, he leans into it, almost desperate for the contact, for the affection, for the attention, that the other is smothering him with.

Mitaka desperately wanted out of his uniform, or at least, to open the top of his uniform a bit, just to let in some cool air. He felt like he was roasting inside of it.

The General’s words cause him to freeze, opening his mouth to reply, but closing it immediately. 

Dopheld’s face was turning a bright red, which, practically answered for him. But, it would be rude to not answer. His commanding officer had asked him a question, and he needed to answer it.

“Y-y-yes sir,” he whispered, voice as soft as it could be, visibly ashamed of his own answer. He had hoped the other hadn’t noticed, how he was semi-hard beneath his uniform pants. It was highly embarrassing, considering this was also his boss.

Not just his boss.

But the General of the First Order, and he was a lowly Lieutenant.

Elevator [masterkylcren]

“Mitaka…I appreciate the offer..but…my quarters are on the other side of Finalizer, so..you’d either have to carry me or have the medics put me on a holo stretcher which I’m not going to do..” He closed his eyes with a sigh.

He was silent for a few moments.

"I. . . I don't believe I am strong enough to carry you Lord Ren," he said softly, feeling bad. If he had been lifting weights like he should have been, he would have been able to help, at least a little bit.

Salute [turpitcde]

The Lieutenant shuddered against the hand on his lower back, the heat from the General’s hand slowly seeping through the numerous layers of clothing. 

“Y-yes sir,” he nodded a few times, cheeks a deep shade of red by now. His whole body felt warm, still a mix of embarrassment and nervousness.

“Yes sir, my apologies,” he nodded again, trying his best to relax, but, the thought of messing it all up still lingered in the back of his mind.

Mitaka took his turn, kissing the other first, trying his best to be more confident, trying to remain calm and loose. 

Wasn’t Hux worried about someone seeing them like this? The General had an image to uphold, and here he was, kissing a pathetic Lieutenant that cries at everything that startles him.

“Do not apologize.” This time he says it in a more stricter way; letting the man know that saying ‘my apologies’ or anything along the lines would result in him getting a punishment. (The punishment? he’s not sure). Pressing his lips together, he kisses Mitaka as he kisses him back.

He wasn’t too worried. The door was locked, and well… he had nothing to worry about. These two were going to be able to make out for HOURS if they so wished to do so. Pressing his lips together, he tilts his head and he breathes out. Hands still against Mitaka as he feels the man kiss him back. Not minding that Mitaka was not too experienced in this area. At least he was trying, no? That meant something to him.

A hand coming to Mitaka’s waist, he allows his fingers to brush the males chest. Letting the tips of his fingers brush along the fabric. Smirking in the kiss, he brushes his lips against MItaka’s before pulling away slightly. “You’re doing good… keep going… you’ll get comfortable with it.”

He stiffened a bit at the others order, opening his mouth to apologize for apologizing, only to close his mouth, deciding that being quiet right now would be a much better decision for him. A much wiser one as well.

Mitaka was worried, he was worried that the others would pick on him, ridicule him. Accusing him that being closer to the General was how he climbed through the ranks. And he didn’t want that, he had earned the rank of Lieutenant fair and square.

Was it hot in here, or was it just him? It was typically cool everywhere on the ship, just like Space itself was. But Mitaka was roasting in his uniform, the close contact with the other was not helping his case at all.

“Y-yes sir,” he said, a bit louder this time, no longer whispering as he shifted a bit. He hadn’t sat in anyone’s lap since he was a young boy. His boots just barely grazed the ground, a bit shorter than the General. He was a bit shorter than most of the crew. It always intimidated him, especially when standing next to Kylo Ren.

He leaned forward, kissing the commanding officer a few more times, his cheeks not as red as it was a few moments ago.

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