Techie grinds his hips up onto his brother, spread out on the bed like a mouth-watering dessert just for Hux. “Armie, I’m already r-ruined,” he says, coy, and adds, “But wreck me some m-more, please. I ache for you…” Nothing has ever been more true.
He shivers under the indulgent attention to his ear and realizes exactly what he needs to say to get his precious twin all hot and bothered: “I had a d-dildo back home,” Techie grins, almost feline. “Stretched myself open w-wide and imagined it was your cock in me. God, I want you more than any- hah, mmm!”
With deft fingers, Techie’s hand slips to his cheeks and he runs the calloused pad of his finger over the rim. “Armie, please- nn, can you… eat me out?” He cranes his neck to be able to give him the most dangerous weapon in Techie’s arsenal, those pleading, promising blue eyes that’ve always made his twin trip over himself to make him happy.