Matt laid on his back head thrown back back arched slightly, eyes closed tightly. His lips was bit as he fiercely jerked his aching erection. The sound of his door opening made him jerk sitting bolt up in bed. Eyes flying open only to fall upon one very red faced redhead.
“T-t-t-t-Techie?”
He finally stammered out. He felt like his heart had just stopped. Hands grasping at his sheet he pulled over his naked lap and hard dick. He could feel his cheeks flushing eyes falling slightly but not wanting to look at his lap either.
Techie stumbles over to him, entire field of view narrowed to just Matt on the bed. Matt, with his head thrown back, cheeks red, glistening with sweat. Fucking delicious. His own mouth waters at the sight. Before walking in on this, he hadn’t any inkling of arousal and now it was the only thing coursing through his veins.
He’s kneeling by the bedside before he realizes it, and then with shaking hands, Techie removes the thin blanket. Inch by inch, Matt’s flushed, hard cock is revealed and Techie’s mouth goes slack. “G-Gorgeous,” he breathes, eyes locked onto the leaking tip.
“Mmm-Matt, I w-want… to touch…” It’s so hard to speak with this mouthwatering cock so close to his lips. Part of Techie aches to stroke it, the other to swallow it down. What does Matt want? That’s important, regardless of how much Techie wants something or other.
Matt’s breath catches on his throat as he watches techie male is way across the room. His heart is thumping so loude his his chest he swears it will explode. As much as he’d dreamed of this happening. Thought about what he would do it this happened he was left confussed and at a loss for words.
His eyes follow as techie slides down to his knees. Eyes locked as he nestleds himself in front of him. A shutters breath escapes his throat as the sheet is pulled off his lap, gliding softly against sensitive hard cock.
Reaching down he lets his fingers glide through techies slightly greasy stringy red locks. He wouldn’t have it any other way. This was techie with his perfectly imperfect flaws. Swallowing thickly he nodded his head nodded his head unable to formulate any words to answer the question asked.
A splash of color rises high on his cheeks at Matt’s gentle caresses to his hair, a soft tendril of something like heated shame curling in the pit of Techie’s stomach. His hair, it’s- greasy. Disgusting. Matt is carding his thick fingers through it like it’s spun gold.
It is either this realization or a flash of inspiration that makes Techie surge forward to nuzzle Matt’s swollen, leaking cock with his cheek, nosing at the curls towards the base. The scent is intoxicating, and his eyes flutter shut. Shy, Techie peeks out a pink tongue and runs it up the underside all the way to the tip; so wet and such an angry red that Techie aches for it like it were the cherry on top of a dessert.
“Mattie,” he breathes again, helpless.
TechieHux 