Techie would agree to anything if it meant he could stay in delicious skin-to-skin contact with his brother. He nods breathlessly, “Yes, please! F-Fuck me.” and arches up for more friction. Balling his fists, Techie playfully struggles against Hux’s loose grip on his wrists, twisting his body from side to side.
Every honey-sweet pet name from Hux’s lips drives him further into bliss. Not a single inch of him is unaffected: skin rosy and covered in goosebumps, toes curled, lips parted in hopes of another kiss.
Techie wants so badly to reach down and stroke his twin’s hard length, watch his face as he cums. But… “Patience, Techie,” he reminds himself. To have him inside, have them joined, will be worth the wait.
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