Techie spills himself all over the front of his underwear with a harsh exhale, biting his words back to keep Armitage’s name off his lips. His entire body goes slack and he buries his face in the pillow once more, wishing it was his brother’s skin he was pressed against. How badly he needed him! Cuddled up together in bed, soft and sweet from sex, whispering honeyed words into each other’s ears until dawn.
Once the endorphin rush wore off, Techie sat up on the bed on shaky legs. Had he really just rut on the bed like a hormone-addled teenager? Well… yeah. Hot shame rose from the pit of his stomach to his chest and constricted his throat. Techie checked the bed for any cum (to his eternal relief, he hadn’t gotten any on the mattress) and then stripped out of his briefs.
Damn. He needed a shower, and STAT. Where was the bathroom? Techie picked his pants off the floor and wrapped them haphazardly over his waist, like a makeshift towel. Once he unlocked the door and opened it a smidge, Techie peeked out into the living room and blinked to adjust to the darkness. Was Armitage awake?
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