Techie wets his bottom lip before pressing his tongue flat against the base of his cock, licking a single stripe up to the tip. His other hand is occupied tracing light circles around the rim of Szer’s hole, and he gives an amused giggle whenever he sees it clench around nothing. “I th-think you’ve been at my disposal since d-day one,” Techie muses. He leans down to mouth at the swollen balls, pinching the papery thin skin carefully between his teeth and then exhaling warm air over them. He’ll drag this out as long as needed, no matter how hard he aches between his legs.