“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.
The question makes Techie pause. There isn’t much that turns him off, honestly. Even the sick, sick things MaMa did to him ended up twisting into secret, hushed kinks that he buries deep down.
He settles on: “Do wh-whatever you want!” With a sly wink, he pushes Ren’s underwear down and slips his fingers under the fabric.
TechieHux 