“F-Fuck… you look d-divine,” Techie gasps, hungry eyes taking in every detail of the feast before him; he accidentally squeezes the lube bottle too tight and only notices when it drips over his clenched fist. His cock throbs with need and stands a little straighter against his stomach as he kneels behind Kylo and parts his cheeks.
Techie slicks his fingers up and teases at Kylo’s entrance, slipping his fingertip inside and pushing it in, out, in, out; deeper, faster, adding another to open him up. All the while, Techie presses heated, open-mouth kisses all over his back, murmuring praise and encouragements, and grinds his erection slowly against Kylo’s leg as a promise of what’s to come.
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