Stunned to stupidity, Techie’s mouth opens and he blurts out before he can stop himself: “Oh. Well, I w-was jerking off a few minutes ago.” His gaze feels so heavy; it keeps dragging down to stare at Hux’s hastily covered cock. The ginger curls are neat and trimmed…
Techie’s heart jumps into his throat the minute he realizes what atrocities came out of his filthy mouth.
Holy SHIT! “Stress r-rel-lief, yanno… it’s very… relaxing…” He stumbles about in the dark for the picture frame and rights it on the table again, just for an excuse to not have to look at his twin (who was so blatantly masturbating and yet lying through his teeth.)
“Uh.”
A trillion things come to mind, and Techie can’t trust himself to say a single word of them.
“You’re still hard, let me help you.”
“I want to get on my knees and worship you.”
“Let’s undress together under the blanket…”
nononoononononononononoononononoooooooo!
“I was h-hoping I could t-take a shower and clean the cuh- uh, crusty? dirt off me…” Techie’s grip on his pants tightened, knuckles white. The rest of his skin was a flushed and aroused red.
TechieHux 