Update: I spent all day out of my house so I evaded most of the tension, and I think I managed to buy myself some more time by lessening my mom’s suspicion with some quick thinking. I’m not out of the danger zone just yet, but at the very least I’m still not homeless.
“Oh I’m ah kriff ah um shit…” there was no need pretending matt knew techie knew that he had gotten a hard on.
“ your box of um dildos?”
He crouched by the side of the bed and shimmied under the frame, ass in the air as Techie grabbed the box. When he pulled it out, hair in disarray, Techie sat next to Matt and caressed the smooth top of the chest with his calloused fingertips. Deep breaths. Just show them to him. No big deal!
“H-Here’s my favorite,” Techie says, so embarrassed he could die but also fucking excited, pulling out a gigantic dildo. It’s veiny, ridged, and most definitely not human. The pointed tip is a cherry red that grows a dark grey as it reaches the base and balls. He tilts his head, shy, hair curtaining over his face as he asks, nervous, “W-Wanna hold it, Mattie?”
When Techie awakes, he’s got his arm turned at an uncomfortable angle under Kylo’s waist and he feels that horrible ant-swarm feeling as the blood comes rushing back to his hand. He sits up and stretches before carding a hand through Kylo’s gorgeous, thick hair. “Morning,” he grins. There’s dried cum on the both of them but he’s too smitten to care.
Kylo opens his eyes but he clearly hadn’t been fully asleep. “Morning, sunshine,” he grins lazily. He nuzzles at Techie neck while he’s close and kisses his jaw. He laughs. “We smell like sex, babe. Not that I hate it, it’s just…not recommended today.” He kisses him again on the forehead.
He pulls away, and pushes off the bed. “I’ll get the water hot. Join me? Or would you rather shower alone? We don’t have to fool around unless you’re up for it.”
As if they hadn’t just been achingly intimate last night, Techie’s cheeks color and he sits up, running a hand through his tangled, sleep-mussed hair. “F-Fooling around is always fine b-by me,” he says, grinning, while sliding off the edge of the bed, still totally naked. With a quiet clank coming from each eye, Techie blinks a few times to get his cybernetics calibrated once again.
“I think the s-sex was so good it rattled my, um, ah- s-sockets a little…”
“Good, Armie, holy shit, it’s g-good!” Techie tries to clench around his brother’s fingers to pull him in deeper, but his hole flutters uselessly, too loose. He craves Hux’s hot, heavy dick; stretching him, filling him up totally, completely.
When Hux’s fingers brush Techie’s sensitive spot, his thighs tremble and try to draw together. His entire body tenses like a string and words fail Techie’s overheated mind. Desperately, he wants to encourage Hux, beg him to fuck him already, but all the comes out are wanton moans. Techie wiggles his hips back to coax his brother’s magic fingers back onto his prostrate before he whines and sobs for more.
Sense of Self (650 words) Tags: NSFW, Masturbation, Krennic faces the fact he is aging
Krennic didn’t recognize the man staring back at him in the mirror.
The crow’s feet around these icy blue eyes were not his. The loose skin that hung off forming jowls were not his. The wrinkles plaguing his neck were certainly not his.
He didn’t want to take a step back. He didn’t want to reveal more truth. The light caught too much, and the reflection would betray his sense of self.
He was handsome once. A wink and a smile could make the most stoic of hearts follow his command. There was a time when the galaxy handed him whatever he wished.
Now look at me…Krennic thought, his stomach turning as he took that step back. What have I become?
Krennic sat up straight, arching his back just slightly to ease the sag beneath his pectorals. His once dark brown hair was now dusted with gray. Softness had replaced lean muscle and the once prominent islands of muscles over his abdomen had melded together into a soft, fleshy mass. His fingers ran along loose skin, watching the pinkish skin grow white under his touch.
Where did my power go? He marveled. Where did I go?
His exploratory hands continued down to the carefully trimmed hairs of his groin. He remembered a time when he would fret over a single strand of gray. Now they were as well-blended with his pubic hair as the salt mixed with the cinnamon locks on his head.
His organ hung heavy, of decent length, but Krennic, always wished for thicker, heavier, longer. Of course he had never been satisfied with what he had.
Now I have so little of me left…
Krennic took his length in his hand, suddenly. He sucked in a soft breath as he felt the weight of it in his palm. Then, he slowly exhaled, facing himself again.
This old man staring back at him that he had not recognized…there existed a glimmer of recognition…there in the eyes.
He stroked himself slowly, eyes roaming over his deteriorating body. He studied how his thick flesh tensed and twitched as he rubbed his shaft. He watched his chest quiver when his breath quickened while he squeezed his organ tightly. He observed how his stomach tensed as he jerked his hips forward into his palm.
The moan from his lips was that of a younger man. A hungry man. A man who was never satisfied until he got what he wanted. A slight smile returned to sinfully pouty lips.
He slammed a hand on the wall beside the mirror, his focus returning to those eyes that hungered for his attention. He pumped himself faster, reddened lips wet and parted, emitting more of those deep, needy sounds.
His left cheek twitched as he drew closer to his peak, and for a moment he faltered, caught off guard by the reality of his withered skin.
Stubbornly he squeezed and twisted, turned and stroked, thrusted…and thrusted…and…
He caught something in the mirror, something ignited within his gaze. The answer to the unspoken question staring at him in the face.
He held in his hand so much more than his own cock…he held the fate of an entire galaxy in his palm. With age came more experience. And with experience came more power.
There you are. He thought as the orgasm surged through him. That’s who you have become…
His fist clenched against the wall, and he let loose a final thrust. All the tension melt away from his body as he shamelessly let out an indulgent groan.
Riding through the haze of euphoria, he looked at himself again.
He saw less of the loose skin and subtle folds, he forgot which wrinkles had bothered him most, and the gray did not seem as daunting as before.
Wearily, he dragged his focus back to his own eyes. His crystal blue irises were paler, hotter, the center of an intense flame, not the cold embers that haunted him earlier.
Krennic never doubted his sense of self after that. More gray formed at his temples, deeper wrinkles cracked his face, and his body grew thicker and softer. His hunger for life, however, never was satiated. Through age he found experience, through experience he gained power, and through power, he created the most powerful battle station the galaxy had ever seen.
Thank you so much for the prompt, Krennic-anon. I hope it was alright to blend the two prompts you had together! And thank you for your patience!
Sorry for not updating too much, I’ve been very busy, I started my new job and i’m also doing commissions (and ALSO I will start college again on tuesday haha)
Im much more active at my twitter account @ curlygingerbird , I post warm ups and sketches I dont post here ;o;
I’m also working on new art because i’m planning in releasing a Kylux Fanbook! But more news on that later haha
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