the hand that feeds

by Pizzzazlut (ao3)

“Sir…I can’t-”

Hux sighed, not kindly, at the young man sitting before him.

He spared a glance at the clock that ticked away during their session, taking note that a measly thirty minutes had gone by since they started.

Hux sighed again. This time however, he draws out the sound and lets it linger between them, enjoying the way the other man’s face shifts under his blindfold as the dissatisfaction Hux feels washes over his bare skin.

The circumstances that led them to this point were rather… interesting.

It started with a website where like-minded individuals could seek out pleasures not common in dating apps used by the majority of the more vanilla population. A site focused on the kind of fetishes and kinks Hux was unable to bring up to unsuspecting people on a normal date. It was rather confusing for Hux on how to bring up the fact that he jerked off men as a hobby.

This particular arrangement had started with a friend request by the younger man who was shamelessly begging for a chance to meet up with Hux, desperately asking for a chance to see each other in person as soon as possible. His profile gave nothing away as Hux perused it before accepting his friend request and it amused him greatly when the other man spent the next forty-five minutes liking and commenting on multiple pictures Hux’s previous play partners had taken of him over the years.

Hux would be lying if he said that he wasn’t flattered by the faceless stranger showering him with compliment after compliments, showing Hux the kind of obsessive attitude he secretly loved when it was coming from someone he liked back. He was vain and loved being the center of someone’s unwavering attention, after all.

The stranger’s shirtless profile picture had made Hux wary at first, with his own rule of never accepting friend requests from so-called faceless accounts but the man knew exactly what to say to Hux to get him to respond. Just the sight of his picture and his name on his phone screen had become enough for Hux to feel excited for a potential scene.

It didn’t take Hux long before he finally agreed, after chatting with the young man for several days and realizing that the attraction was mutual and hard to ignore any longer (and before Hux did something insane like beg for the man to come over thus showing a sign of weakness when Hux never allowed himself to do that).

What Professor Armitage Hux hadn’t expected on the night the stranger was to come over to his house was to open his door to find his very own student, Ben Solo, standing nervously underneath the soft glow of the front porch. He was scared out of his mind as he realized who the man he had been begging to meet was, his eyes wide as saucers as he looked at the house number to double-check that he had arrived at the correct house.

He was also clearly very aroused as he heard Hux’s demanding tone telling him to come inside, moving quickly and efficiently into the hallway of the older man’s house before Hux decided to change his mind.

Their first meeting was the complete opposite of what Hux had planned thoroughly the entire workday.

He had planned hours of teasing and various toys that would allow him to gauge just how experienced Ben was with edging. To determine what his pain level was and how he would react to a litany of degrading words as he forced him to hold his orgasm at bay because Hux had wanted him to suffer in the best of ways.

What actually happened was a short and frenzied encounter as Hux pressed Ben against his front door once he had it closed behind the younger man, desire overwhelming him as the reality of who this was had finally settled in his mind. This young, charming, eager boy that Hux had to force disgustingly feral thoughts away during his lectures lest he commit an ethical offense against his own professional duties.

Because it was truly embarrassing just how smitten Hux had already been with Ben Solo. The thought of just how much of a crush he had on his own student could almost make him sick with embarrassment.

None of that mattered then, not when he forced his hand inside the younger man's jeans without missing a beat. Hux stood close, close enough for Ben to feel the long line of his body pressed against his, the only other thing he was aware of because he had closed his eyes as Hux’s fist twisted deliciously over his cock. Hux had Ben coming in his hand in under a minute, and Hux wanted to make it hurt just a bit but knew it would be too soon for such a thing. They’d have time for more later if Ben didn’t run for the hills after his mind was suddenly clear post orgasm.

But Ben didn’t run. 

He didn’t try to find an excuse to turn his much older Professor away and pretend none of this had happened the next time they had to run into each other during the week. Ben instead stayed and apologized so sweetly for coming too soon and without permission and Hux had no choice but to tsk in his direction. Anything to keep Ben from being aware of just how satisfied he was with a moment so frenzied. 

Ben couldn’t help nuzzling the side of Hux’s neck as if that was the only thing he needed for the rest of the night to feel satisfied and Hux knew right then that Ben was perfect.

It was a glorious first meeting. The kind that Hux knew he would never forget.

Now, Hux wasn’t new to any of this.

He loved what he did, and what he did best was bringing men to their proverbial knees with his hands. Stroking their cocks while humbling their egos, draining their energy with his hands and words as they struggled against the binds that held them in place and at Hux’s mercy.

Hux could be cruel with his words if the other person wanted him to be. But he could be sweet and gentle as he showered them with praise if that was what they preferred to hear.

Ben liked both in equal measure, and it was something that Hux enjoyed even more now that he’d found a good balance to keep Ben hard and leaking in his palm.

Ben shifted in his seat again, making Hux aware that he’s been sitting beside him completely lost in thought for too long.

”You can, darling, you know you can,” Hux said gently, his slick hand sliding up Ben’s trembling thigh in a gentle caress he knew Ben loved. The cool lubricant left a trail on his skin and Hux enjoyed seeing the mess he was making on him. “But you don’t seem to be trying as hard as I want you to and that’s very disappointing.”

Hux loved seeing the way his words changed a man. Particularly this man. 

He saw how Ben’s slouched form suddenly straightened up in the chair he was tied to, the leather straps across his chest stretching over his pecs as he took a deep breath to control himself. So eager to make Hux happy no matter what the redhead was subjecting him to.

A good boy born to please.

”O-okay, I’m ready, Sir,” Ben said, his voice far more confident than it was a minute ago.

Hux doesn’t waste any time as he moves his hand from Ben’s thigh and unceremoniously wraps his fingers around his rock-hard cock that is erect enough to stand proudly in the air without any help. The velvety skin is glistening with the amount of lubricant Hux used to make the glide of his palm a delicious sort of torture, eliciting such a wet sound as he stroked that men loved.

He allowed his fingers to graze the underside of his cock with the barest of touches, feeling Ben pulse excitedly in his grip in response to such a light touch. He traced the thick vein that made Hux’s mouth water and his mind crazy with desire to memorize it with his throat but he knew better than to spoil a puppy still in training. Ben still had a long way to go.

Hux has always been vain about his hands. About his long, elegant fingers with the faintest little freckles he didn’t mind seeing now that he’d grown up and accepted them as qualities instead of flaws. Ben’s impressive cock made them look small when he touched him like this.

”You’re not to come unless I tell you to, Ben,” Hux reminds him just in case. He takes a second to trace his finger around the leaking head that hasn’t stopped drooling since Ben got undressed, admiring the thick slick that refuses to let go of Hux’s finger when he pulls away.

Such a gentle touch is replaced instantly with a wet slap of his fist curling around Ben, his hand stroking him fast and furious without any further warning.

From his position on his stool, Hux can see just how magnificent Ben looks.

His tan chest is covered in beauty marks that Hux’s free hand explores with reverence, his chest expanding as he takes a deep breath because Hux’s hand is moving too fast but so good.

There’s a creaking sound as Hux moves closer to Ben, the full-body latex suit making itself known as he shifts in his seat to make room for his own hard cock that’s begging for attention. 

Ben had almost fainted when he found out Hux wears it on occasion to lectures, a fun little secret only he knew about until he told Ben. Seeing Hux roll up the sleeves of his perfectly pressed dress shirt to expose the shiny black material covering his forearms before he was ordered to get down on his knees and rut against Hux’s boot like a disobedient dog had been the greatest thing Ben had ever done in a Professor’s office.

Now, as Ben hears the latex move with Hux’s body, he has to stop Hux once more.

”Wait, Sir! Oh god-“ Ben groans and he sounds so overstimulated already. Hux knows his release will be gorgeous.

”Ben, you know I expect you to last longer than this.” Hux’s fist hovers over the swollen head of Ben’s cock as he speaks. “We’ve done this enough times for you to know what I want from you.”

”I know…I just-“ Ben struggles to speak and it's lovely as Hux looks up at him. “You just feel so good. I love your hands. I love imagining how your body looks covered in latex…”

Hux hums, clearly pleased but he knows he needs to control himself as well.

”I know, darling. And you’d get to see me in latex if you listened to me,” Hux says without hesitation before lowering his fist back down and over the throbbing cock that has turned a darker shade of red now.

And oh, how Hux loved catching Ben off guard.

He loved seeing his entire body shake as he cried out in shock and pleasure, his body lifting completely off the chair despite his binds and Hux’s mouth began to salivate with his display of strength he knows will be extraordinary once he bulks up into the body of an older man.

Ben was such a strong boy but his whimpers were pitiful as he’s edged beyond a certain point Hux knows he’s never reached. The kind of whimpers that made Hux indulge in a bit of teasing as his free hand tweaks at Ben’s nipple, following the movement of his body as Ben tries in vain to move away.

”Just a couple more minutes and you’ll beat your last record. Surely you can do that for me?” Hux asks and he’s smiling at Ben even though he knows Ben can’t see it. “Make me happy, sweetheart.”

Ben’s head had fallen back as he spoke but his half-covered face was facing Hux once more as the challenge was set in place. A hypothetical ball is being thrown in his corner and Ben is the type of man to never put up a fight to win a challenge. Hux can see the sweat glistening over his forehead, can see the way it’s creased as if he could somehow curb the pleasure Hux is inflicting on him one more.

His pained groans become louder the tighter Hux’s fist closes around the cock in his hand, as he makes sure he fists all the way down to the base before sliding back up in a slow, harsh pull.

He can see Ben’s death grip on the back of the chair, his knuckles white as his entire body quakes with the effort he’s putting into his self-control. He’s a divine sight to behold and Hux can’t lie and say he isn’t proud of him at this very moment.

”You’re doing so well, Ben. Just a minute more,” Hux leans close to whisper the praise against Ben’s shoulder, nipping at his skin but reminding himself that he can’t leave marks on him just yet. He knows Ben wouldn't last another second if he felt Hux’s sharp teeth biting into his skin.

A clever hand twisting at the swollen gland of Ben’s cock makes him fuck into Hux’s fist helplessly, makes Hux push down on his hip to force him into staying still and god, the sound he makes just then lets Hux know there’s no more to give.

It doesn’t matter, however. A quick glance at the clock lets Hux know Ben can come now.

Hux surges upright faster than he’s ever moved, the stool falling over in a loud clatter, the latex covering his body loud enough to make Ben’s stomach concave as he struggles to behave until he hears the words he needs. Hux moves to stand slightly behind Ben, dipping down to press his mouth against his ear and giving himself the leverage he needed to stroke the man so fast he could feel the muscle in his arm burn with the effort he’s putting into it.

”That’s a good boy, you can come for me now. Keep going, Ben, fuck my fist like the desperate beast you are. You haven’t stopped whimpering like a whore since we started.,” Hux growls into Ben’s ear, his other hand finding its way into the soft tresses on the back of Ben’s head and pulling hard enough to make Ben full body shudder. “What? You won’t listen to my instructions now? I said to fucking come-“

The order is given with a harsh tug of Ben’s hair, strong enough to make his scalp burn and his mouth drop open in a silent scream. He wants nothing more than to lick into him, to spit into his mouth, and mark him any way he can.

Such a feral reaction from someone so keen on self-control…

Ben cries out loud when his release comes in waves over his body, loud enough to be heard by the neighbors, Hux is sure of it.

Still, he does nothing to keep his voice down. If anything, hearing Ben come loud enough to warrant a wellness check from the police would be the best response to such an intense session. The highest of compliments, really.

Hux watches Ben completely mesmerized as he falls apart in his hands, as ropes of pearly come drools all over his slick fingers and over the latex covering his wrist. Another stroke has come shooting over Ben’s tensing stomach and Hux knows this must be just as painful as it is pleasurable.

Ben is whimpering now. The sound is so sweet and pathetic and Hux feels his entire body and mind float away despite still being hard underneath his latex. Never had he felt this type of euphoria with anyone else before. Most definitely not before coming himself.

Hux has to hold Ben’s head carefully as the young man slips into a space so pleasant he can only hum in response to Hux’s questions. And once Hux removes the blindfold from his face and lays his eyes on soft brown irises that look content and full of adoration, he knows this session was a success.

Hux feels himself floating still, and he feeds off the warmth coming from Ben’s body once he settles in his lap with a creak of latex that makes Ben’s overstimulated cock twitch once more. Hux will have to explore that later.

Ben Solo was special in every way. The kind of special that made Hux hyper-aware of just how needy he had become for the boy in such a short period of time.

A true match for everything Hux has wanted to explore but had never found the special person to do so.

It was going to be fun finding out just how much he can stretch him thin.