The force of Kylo’s earth-shattering orgasm crashed over Techie; he gasped for air as each hard contraction milked him and dragged him over the edge with an incoherent sob. Techie flooded his love with sticky seed and practically collapsed over him, panting and shiny with sweat.
He wrapped his arms around Kylo’s waist and gently pulled them both down onto the bed on their sides. Techie panted quietly against his back and pressed little adoring kisses to every bit of warm skin. When he got his breathing back to normal, he pulled his softened length out and tangled their legs together.
“Was that… good?” Techie asks, shy and still a little dazed.
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