“H-have me then,” Techie says invitingly, raking his nails over Ren’s overheated skin. He wraps his legs around his waist and hitches his skinny hips up to rub against Ren’s lap. Red hair spread out like a halo but smiling like a sinner, Techie hums with pleasure and licks the shell of Ren’s ear.
Techie breaks them apart to fumble with his own clothes until he’s down to heavily-tented standard issue boxers. He laughs breathlessly, “H-Had I known we’d be d-doing this, I’d worn my -ah!- fancier stuff.”
The redhead follows that up with a wandering hand trailing down Ren’s stomach to cup his erection. Palm flat, he rubs Ren enthusiastically through the fabric.
TechieHux 