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.
“Christ.” Hux responds, eyes wide at Techie’s words. It doesnt help that his brother is making the most pouty face imaginable. It takes all his willpower not to ravish Techie right there.
Instead, he kisses down Techies neck, down towards his cock. He doesnt touch it, instead lifting Techies legs over his shoulders to get better access to his brothers pink hole. Hux presses his face against it, groaning at the scent of techies most private parts. He licks tentatively across the rim, up to techies balls and back down to his puckered hole. Techie is as delicious as Hux expected, and he eagerly darts his tongue in as he eats Techie out, licking and nipping playfully.
His hands caresse techies thighs, held up on his shoulders as he laps at his brother’s hole. It gets easier each time, saliva loosening techie as much as Hux’s tongue. He can’t help but moan the whole time, his own cock leaking onto the bed as he eats Techie’s ass.
“Oh God,” Techie groans, voice high and trembling. His thighs quake uncontrollably with each wet, sloppy lick to his puffy pink rim, and he grabs the headboard for stability. If Armie so much as breathes on his cock right now, Techie’s going to careen right into an orgasm with the force of a runaway train.
Helpless, desperate, he wiggles closer to Hux’s sinful tongue and tries to fuck himself back on it. “Armie, oh! Arm-mmmmm!” Techie sobs with pleasure and, as his hips shift, sticky precum smears all over the soft curve of his stomach.
“You’re so g-good, Armie, nngh! Hah. Need you, my l-love, ah-”
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