Armitage Hux and Kylo Ren
College was supposed to be the time in your life where you experimented. Where you tried to figure out just what you were aiming to become as an adult. You discovered foods you never thought you would have a chance to try, got to speak to people from backgrounds you could have never imagined, and even learned about subjects you never thought of before. You got to figure out how to be an adult around people close or far in age who were trying to find their own way in life no matter what time it was for them.
You were no exception.
Right into university after high school and graduating with honors, it was no surprise you were accepted with a full scholarship that covered you moving into the dorms. It was a surprisingly large enough campus that you could have spent the day trying to find every corner and still wouldn’t have seen it all. Very few of your high school friends went to college, none of them went to the one you had picked that was out of state and almost three hours away from your home town. It had been the top pick on your list and more of a dream than a reality. Until that acceptance letter came in the mail and you were able to make that dream a reality and moved yourself right over.
College was the time of your life even with the harsh deadlines and full schedule of classes you took each semester.
It was also the time you found yourself sandwiched between your two lab partners from Biology II with their cocks buried to the hilt inside of you.
Kylo Ren wasn’t what you would have expected from a star student. He was impulsive and combatant in everything he did while occasionally throwing a tantrum that earned him judgmental looks from the other students. It was hard to approach him and even the professor seemed to favor emailing him over a direct message. It didn’t help how big and lanky the man was, having apparently grown into his size later in life than when he should have and it catching up to him all at once. You had met him in Biology I, though you never spoke to him until Biology II when you offered to partner up with him.
Armitage Hux was the opposite and just what you expected in college. He was a prim and proper man who had moved from England only a few years prior to graduation, finishing off his education in a private school. He was top of the class with seemingly no effort and unapproachable by anyone who favored not being given such a sour look. He dressed like a professor himself would and didn’t hesitate to ignore someone should they not be deemed worth his time. You had spoken to him in Biology I, when you both had been partnered. You were a little surprised and proud of yourself when he sought you out in Biology II as a partner.
The two men looked less than pleased to be stuck with one another, a history there you never got to hear about from either. But the two seemed able to get along due to one buffering factor; you. Whether it was the fact you were able to keep them focused and direct their annoyance or disinterest in one another back to the project. It felt like you were wrangling toddlers half the time and if they both worked each other up you mostly gave up on the situation and relocated yourself just far enough away in whatever room you were in to avoid their arguing as you continued on the project. Eventually they would settle down when they realized you weren’t there anymore and migrate close to you once again.
That really should have been your first sign you were more than a lab partner to them. You were a fascination to Armitage. An enigma he seemed strangely fond of in the simple ways that he always held the door open for you, managed to always have an extra pen for you to borrow, and even had a charger on him whenever you three met up. Kylo was…more obsessive. He followed you closely even outside of the project or class, often helped you carry or move things whenever he found you in the middle of doing something. If he spotted you while you were eating or just existing he’d always sit next to you, even if the two of you never said a word to each other the entire time. At some point when it all came to a head between their dislike for each other and their infatuation with you, that couldn’t be said. What could be said was this wasn’t the first time you were sandwiched in your bed and thankful the few others you shared a dorm with were out for the afternoon.
Armitage was always underneath. Despite how he groaned or complained and even tried to flip the tables despite knowing he couldn’t actually throw both you and Kylo off and around at the same time. But he always caved surprisingly quickly, usually once you were planting your mouth against his neck and rolling your hips to drag his cock against you. His pale skin always lit up a beautiful red to emphasize the freckles on his neck and shoulders that you liked to taste. Every nip you gave the junction where his shoulder met his neck made him jerk and his hands grasp at your hips to urge you back down as he bucked against you. Armitage was always the one to enter you first at this angle, releasing a strained gasp and groan with his eyes closed and head thrown back when he pressed himself to the base inside of you. Your moans were always muffled against his shoulder or his chest as you kissed at him, feeling when his hold shook.
Kylo was surprisingly careful under your guidance. He never pressed in too fast or without proper lubrication spread across himself first, with the entire length of him glistening to he could press the tip right against the underside of Armitage’s own cock. Armitage always made a face at the initial feeling then relented when the pressure and feeling of another cock dragged against his and filled your hole further. It took some work to put both of them in you, often starting with fingers and spreading until you were leaking all over Armitage’s thighs.
“Slow down you brute-“ Armitage hissed as Kylo’s particularly sharp thrust rocked you forward and higher up to bite at his ear, whining into it. Armitage was letting out sharp gasps and noises through his clenched teeth, eyes narrowed past your shoulder to the man panting and grunting above you. Kylo’s pace didn’t even slow. If anything, at your lack of complaining and his spite for Armitage, he set a much more brutal pace that rocked you and Armitage further into the wrinkled sheets. Your moans grew into muffled screams that had Armitage’s hand coming up to lace and tug at your hair, moaning right into your ear when he tucked his face to your neck. This close you caught the faintest whines that he tried to hide, all of which slipped out between barely parted lips and when his body shook too much.
Kylo’s own hand bracing against your back dug nails into your spine and you knew he was close. Emphasized in the sharp, shameless thrusts as he took up a more bruising pace, ignoring how Armitage’s body began to twitch and spasm under the ministrations.
“Fast-“ Armitage hissed suddenly and Kylo’s free hand, once grasping the pillow passed Armitage’s head, curled so the large man could press his full wait down and grind himself into you instead of thrusting. The friction was felt on your walls and against you clit when you were smashed against Armitage, who jerked and tried to buck when the pace faltered. Armitage’s head was thrown back and with a strangled sound he was coming, hands bruising as he pulled your head back and folded your spine so he could properly look up at you with that flush, shattered expression he only got this far gone. That neat hair was tussled, sweat sticking bangs to his forehead and eyes wide despite how they tried to flutter closed.
Kylo’s strangled noise came with your orgasm, which locked the two cocks further against each other and pushed out Armitage’s cum to drip along the lengths of them and onto the bed.
It didn’t take much longer before Kylo jerked out and set a brutal pace on his cock with his own hand until he splashed the cum at the space where Armitage and you were still connected, seeming satisfied when Armitage twitched and frowned in displeasure despite how his own spent cock continued to pulse.
Then he collapsed against your back and you wheezed as Armitage groaned.
“Get off.”