pembroke:

Ben only barely registered the dull thump of Hux’s bag hitting the ground, the softer plop of the hat, before they collided, chest to chest, and long, lean arms curled firmly around his torso, sneaking under his jacket, fingers clutching at the back of his shirt…and then Hux’s mouth found his in a kiss that didn’t feel like a welcome treat but like a fucking necessity, as if Hux couldn’t live without doing that, without kissing Ben mid-stride, in the middle of the airport, for all the world to see.

a commission i did for @sinningsquire and @obsessions-and-dreams of a scene from their fic Thinking About You. go check it out!!

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