alpha-hux:

techiehux:

His eyes fluttered shut, skin feeling too tight, too taut, everywhere the washcloth runs over Techie’s body. Without thinking, he shudders and tips his head forward so he’s almost laying on Armitage’s chest. Those few inches of distance are tantalizing… 

Blood rushes in his ears, body thrumming with overwhelming desire and the urge to just give in. “Y-Yes,” Techie breathes, almost begs, and finally rests his head in the crook of Hux’s neck. The contact sends a shock of arousal through his veins, so sudden and intense that Techie hardens all the way and his knees go weak.

“Armie,” he whispers, dazed and wanting. More than the steam has him feeling like every inch of his skin is on fire. Techie spreads his legs slightly, giving Hux an easier path to his ass. When he opens his eyes, pupils blown wide open, Techie has a perfect view of his brother’s cock.

It looks just like his own, from the base to the perfect, beautiful tip. His mouth waters. Techie wants to jump over the edge and let himself fall.

Hux lets out a stuttering breath, Techie’s head against his neck making him want to moan. They are both hard now, and Hux can no longer deny that his brother wants this as well. He feels emboldened, slipping the wash cloth down Techie’s ass and against his hole.

He finally lets himself moan now, his free hand coming up to cradle Techie’s head.

“Fuck. I…I can stop. Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” He murmures, his cock grazing against his brothers as he leans into him. “But..I…I’ve thought about this…about you…for years.” He confessed, placing a light kiss to his brother’s neck. Techies throat is warm and alive against him, and he trails more kisses softly down the pale expanse of neck and against his freckled shoulder.

He needs to stop this before it goes any further. This is insane! If they can stop now maybe this can be written off as a mistake, and buried deep down into their psyches, never to be mentioned again…

But then their cocks touch while Armie’s lips are hot against his neck, and all his thoughts fly out the window. More, fuck. He needs to touch him and NOW.

“I n-need you,” Techie pleads. His hand slips down from Armitage’s chest and lightly strokes both of their cocks in a loose, teasing grip. When he looks up, Techie slots their lips together in a yearning, passionate kiss.

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