We do the weird stuff 3 - weird flex, but okay...

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one | two | three | four | five

Starting with 1, love them ALL, esp 4

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In some way or another, Mitaka felt he was always tethered to his Master, though it was usually through the tug of the force at his collar, and not so literal as the leash that bound him to him now.

His cushion seemed to have been situated just so, enough that there was a slight tension in the chain, one that could be reigned in or let slack as Hux wished, but that was very much out of Mitaka's control.

mmmyes, predicament bondage ftw

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Sometimes a physical reminder was in order, and given as how they would be entertaining visiting delegations all day, it was for the aesthetic as much as it was for the actual reminder, and yes, the placement of the cushion and the length of the lead were carefully measured because that was the kind of attention to detail Hux prided himself on.

For the past few minutes, Hux had been drawing that length in little by little even as he continued to carry on polite conversations with visiting dignitaries and soon enough it would be short enough to have the collar drawn not just snug but actually tight against Mitaka's throat if he didn't shift himself backwards a little, and truthfully Hux was curious to see which he'd choose, staying put and allowing that hindrance of his breath, or giving in and relaxing back which would put him much more on display than he already was.

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Had they been alone Mitaka might have found the choice easier, but on display like this he had to weigh so much more in making his decision. Not only would relaxing back possibly draw attention, but his behavior reflected on Hux.

The end result was Mitaka staying put far longer than he might have otherwise, before quietly attempting to shift back, lifting his chin and breathing in a short gasp of air.

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It was enough to get a quiet, pleased sound out of Hux, allowing him a little slack once more, giving Mitaka a chance to regulate his breathing in the new position before he started again, drawing the now shortened lead in closer little by little.

The initial gathering was winding down, and there wouldn't be a gala dinner until the following night, giving everyone a chance to settle in and acclimate to local time, but that also meant he was being a little more daring in toying with Mitaka, as they'd soon be returning to quarters as well.

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Mitaka's gaze skirted briefly back towards Hux as he felt the tension start up again, and given the playful nature of his toying, felt it safe enough to tease back in his own way. Holding firm, Mitaka pointedly refused to be moved this time. As the length of chain wound shorter he even leaned lightly to counter, breath short, wondering if Hux would relent or wind him right it before he was through.

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There was a twitch of expression as Mitaka shifted to maintain the tension, amusement as much as it was anything else, inclining his head slightly even as he continued the quiet, polite conversation he was having. He didn't draw Mitaka in further, but did maintain the same tension, already counting off the seconds in the back of his head because while the tension wasn't enough to cut off Mitaka's breathing completely, it was definitely enough to restrict it, and even that was something to be careful about.

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one | two | three | four | five

oooh all so nice!

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For the past week or so, Mitaka had been unwell. Nothing serious, but sick enough that Hux had mostly pardoned him from his usually duties. And while Mitaka had been insisting he was well enough for a while now, the doctors finally cleared him as well.

Mitaka knelt by his Master as he read over the report, trying not to whine like some over eager dog. He knew Hux had to be at least as eager, and surely in need of some release.

[Dunno why, couldn't shake the idea of sick Mitaka, so just went with it.]

and there's some kind of narrative through-line, we'll figure it out

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During the worst of it, Mitaka had also been removed from minute-taking duty as well, which the committee definitely noticed, as he'd been a fixture at Hux's side for long enough at that point that it was strange to see only Hux and an automated dicta-recorder at the head of the table.

Mostly their muted horror and wild, if unvoiced, assumptions about what transgression Mitaka must have committed and what must have happened to him as a result amused Hux, though he did explain before anyone's thoughts could get too out of hand.

He had also allowed Mitaka out of the cage for the duration, stating that there was no reason to compound his misery. For the moment, however, with Mitaka's clean bill of health in one hand, and just threading the fingers of his other hand through Mitaka's hair, all was right with the galaxy once more.

He made a thoughtful sound, "I remember what my speeches used to do to you." His tone was just a little too pointed to be simply idly reminiscence. Mostly he remembered how fiercely aroused those near-histrionic speeches made him, and there was still an edge of that now, but as Hux's speeches had become less vitriolic, so too had that sharp arousal mellowed as well.

His fingers tightened a little in Mitaka's hair, angling his head slowly back to meet his eyes, "A few were convinced that I'd worked myself up that way, but you..." His smile tilted, "You imagined my taking you over the podium as often as not." It was one of those things he'd known but hadn't really mentioned, and was curious now to see Mitaka's reaction.

[lol, then I just got carried away...]

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It had been a strange time for him, particularly when he was left alone to recover. His body might have needed the break, but his mind hardly knew what to do with himself. The lack of cage had been perhaps the one upside to the sickness, something he'd quickly gotten used to doing without, though he felt some guilt for that, knowing his Master would likely return it to him now that he was well again.

He sighed softly, leaning into Hux's touch, but he lifted his head in question at his Master's words. His lips curled a little shyly, gaze skirting away until he was forced to meet his eye with that grip in his hair.

"...Yes Master," he admitted with a spreading flush.

[It just completely refuses notifs now :(]

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That flush amused him, probably more than it should, but he nodded, unfolding easily to his feet, setting the datapad aside, "Come along then." It was a quiet day, no meetings scheduled for the rest of the week save for the usual staff oversight check-ins, troop inspection and the like, but those were standard, day-to-day operations. With the way the New Imperial Order was settling in there was less that Hux actually had to be present for.

He was, of course, still in his uniform, though not full dress as there was no reason for that. He pulled one of the square-collared, military-style jackets out of the closet for Mitaka, as well as his own greatcoat, though he draped it over his arm for the moment. It was a short walk to the throne room, and then across it to a smaller antechamber beyond, one that was in the process of being set up as an actual broadcasting stage instead of simply having the holocameras buzzing around the throne room itself whenever Hux gave an address.

There was, indeed, a half-oval dais with a podium, "I really think we ought to test its durability." He commented, mild and amused.

[That's so weird, I'm getting mine! /shakes DW and/or Google]

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Pushing to his feet, Mitaka moved to follow, curious as to what his Master had planned.

There was a certain thrill at seeing the greatcoat, a silly thing he knew, but it had always given his Master a particularly commanding look. Mitaka had admired it from long before Hux had begun indulging this relationship.

He looked about the antechamber with a pleased, if somewhat bashful smile, eyeing the podium. "Do you plan to get particularly worked up during your next speech, Master?" he teased.

[You scared it into working]

Some more for whenever

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Starting with 1 and 4 and we'll probably end up getting the rest in there too

[empires_heir]

Things had been going well, Kylo and the Knights' last mission had been a success, ever more systems were petitioning to join the Order and those already there were welcoming them, even some systems that had once been at odds with each other were finding peace.

It was nothing short of a miracle and as often happened when things were going smoothly, Hux was quietly becoming more frustrated, a quiet, shapeless kind of thing that even he wouldn't have been able to pinpoint the source of.

But Mitaka, ever-attentive, had done as he'd done once before and all but dropped a belt in Hux's lap, this time had been even more direct, only barely waiting for the door to quarters to close behind them before asking Hux whether he should fetch a crop or a flogger. It was a question that took Hux a little bit by surprise, but he inclined his head a moment later, "The braided flogger, but not just yet." He nodded towards his chair, "Pants off, brace against the arm."

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Mitaka felt it was part of his duty to keep an eye on that particular need of his Master's. It was one he seemed to never see building, but that was very plain to Mitaka, and without release it would bubble over into something dangerous and unpredictable.

He was glad still that Hux didn't reprimand him for overstepping, and he nodded, a little stiffer than normal. He tried to make himself something easier to unleash on, the smallest hints of attitude, anything that might help him best release what was pent up.

"Yes Master," he recited, stripping his pants off and moving to brace himself as he'd been told.

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Hux stepped closer, nudging Mitaka's feet a little further apart with the toe of his boot and bracing one forearm across the back of Mitaka's shoulders, as if he actually had to be held in place as Hux delivered two tidy, upward swats, one to each ass-cheek, debating briefly before doing it again and then letting his fingertips rest against the small of Mitaka's back.

"I don't expect you to keep count of these." He said once he'd done so, "This is simply the warm up."

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The weight of him was almost reassuring, though it didn't stop Mitaka from flinching as the swats were delivered. He grit his teeth, not crying out, though there was a hissing jump to his breath with each strike.

"Nn- Yes Master."

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Hux allowed himself a count of three to maintain his composure before setting in to a more rhythmic, measured spanking, making sure both sides had the same number of strikes, if not exactly at the same time, and certainly not on the same spot twice in a row.

He also managed to land a handful of blows right against the base of the plug still filling Mitaka, partly because it was there and he could, but partly because he was gauging the reaction.

And some multi if you want ceremony or hux/ren/mitaka again

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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

We're on the same wavelength, apparently, I was just looking for some of these

[empires_heir]

Things had settled into something of a routine again, which was -as far as Hux was concerned- good for everyone involved. With more things being entrusted to the committees with only his final supervision he had more free time in his schedule rather than being spread thin, and likewise allowed Kylo and his Knights to continue the quest to recover artifacts of importance to the Sith and even to the Jedi, though there were few enough of any these days.

And so when Kylo had come to him with a request, almost exactly equidistant between two Ceremony dates, Hux had given it some thought, but agreed all the same, as he knew Mitaka wouldn't object even if given the choice. He presented it simply as another task with a conversational: "Ren has asked for our assistance in gaining some clarity before his next mission."

:) oh yay

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"...Clarity, Master?" Mitaka repeated, sure he could guess what that meant, though there was the slim possibility he might have meant something else. Mitaka doubted he'd be needed though, if that were the case. Whatever talents he had, there was only one that was of any particular use to Ren, or his Knights.

He nodded even before hearing whatever explanation his Master might give, acknowledging the task.

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"Mm, yes." There was something very like amusement in the tone as he added, "Think of it as a precursor to the next Ceremony." As that wouldn't be until after the upcoming mission had been completed, success or failure, "It's less that he needs a Vessel to redistribute the energy as much as he needs a receptacle, something to help him focus."

A nod, "I didn't think you'd mind." Partly because he hadn't yet objected to being shared, but also because Kylo allowed -even encouraged- kissing, which Hux didn't, though he suspected it was something Mitaka needed, from time to time.

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"No, Master. I don't mind," Mitaka agreed, mindful to keep his answer fairly neutral when it came to Kylo. His Master was calmer now than he had been, and trusted both Ren and Mitaka more now, but Mitaka was still wary of setting anything off.

Mitaka quite liked Kylo, trusting him more than he'd ever thought possible given how fearful he'd started. But no one would ever come before his Master.

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He nodded again, running his fingers almost idly through Mitaka's hair, "Good. He should be here shortly, he had something to attend to after lunch but was going to come here after."

His fingers dipped, stroking against Mitaka's nape, using a gentle pull with the Force to draw his collar flush against his skin, not enough to restrict his breathing, but more a not-so-subtle reminder that it was there and what it meant. He did, indeed, trust both Mitaka and Kylo more than he had, the first time Mitaka had been shared, but knew that the reminder wouldn't go amiss.