An incoherent, drooling, love-struck mess; Techie nods feverishly and wraps his arms secure around his brother’s neck, pulling them so close together that Techie’s leaking cock rubs up on Hux’s stomach. It’s the best, most addictive feeling in the world, this closeness. They’re together, in every meaning of the word.
Voice hoarse, he moans possessively, “I want y-your cum all for myself, Armie,” and the mere idea pushes him over the edge; he’s spilling hard between their bodies and the slight incline to his hips means cum can land as far as his chin. He screws his eyes shut with a sob and clenches hard around his brother’s length, greedily milking him for all he’s got. He’d stay here happily for the rest of his life, cradled in Armitage’s arms like a precious gift and bringing him nothing but pleasure.
Boneless and fucked sweet, senseless, silly, Techie flops back onto the bed and leisurely lets his twin chase his own pleasure while Techie whispers soft, dirty promises into his ear. “I’m yours, d-darling. All yours. Use me.”
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