The praise is like a drug to his sex-addled mind. He could cum just from light petting and his sweet brother’s even sweeter words. Techie’s entire world had narrowed down to Armitage’s cock between his lips, and when he pulls away, Techie follows blindly after to kitten-lick his slick length once more, dazed.

“Please do,” he gasps, eyes blown open wide. Techie stands up to his full height and clings to Hux, arms thrown around his neck. He’d rather not separate from Hux for even one minute, but if it means they’ll get to move to the bed…

The towel is swiped off the rack quickly and Techie wraps them both up to seep up the excess water.

More than happy to comply, Techie parts his lips and greedily takes his brother’s tip into his mouth, shivering with lust when it feels heavy on his tongue. He’s never done this before, any of it. Part of him always wanted to save himself for Armitage like an appealingly wrapped present.

Techie hollows his cheeks and sucks like he’s seen pornstars do, technique lacking but more than making up with his enthusiasm. He’s moaning around Hux’s cock as though it were in his ass instead of between his pretty bow-shaped lips. His hands settle on his brother’s inner thighs and he massages them soft and slow, totally at odds with the vigorous blowjob he’s giving.

When he looks up at Armitage once more, he gives a wink and opens wider to take more of his cock in.

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His eyes fluttered shut, skin feeling too tight, too taut, everywhere the washcloth runs over Techie’s body. Without thinking, he shudders and tips his head forward so he’s almost laying on Armitage’s chest. Those few inches of distance are tantalizing… 

Blood rushes in his ears, body thrumming with overwhelming desire and the urge to just give in. “Y-Yes,” Techie breathes, almost begs, and finally rests his head in the crook of Hux’s neck. The contact sends a shock of arousal through his veins, so sudden and intense that Techie hardens all the way and his knees go weak.

“Armie,” he whispers, dazed and wanting. More than the steam has him feeling like every inch of his skin is on fire. Techie spreads his legs slightly, giving Hux an easier path to his ass. When he opens his eyes, pupils blown wide open, Techie has a perfect view of his brother’s cock.

It looks just like his own, from the base to the perfect, beautiful tip. His mouth waters. Techie wants to jump over the edge and let himself fall.

Hux lets out a stuttering breath, Techie’s head against his neck making him want to moan. They are both hard now, and Hux can no longer deny that his brother wants this as well. He feels emboldened, slipping the wash cloth down Techie’s ass and against his hole.

He finally lets himself moan now, his free hand coming up to cradle Techie’s head.

“Fuck. I…I can stop. Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” He murmures, his cock grazing against his brothers as he leans into him. “But..I…I’ve thought about this…about you…for years.” He confessed, placing a light kiss to his brother’s neck. Techies throat is warm and alive against him, and he trails more kisses softly down the pale expanse of neck and against his freckled shoulder.

He needs to stop this before it goes any further. This is insane! If they can stop now maybe this can be written off as a mistake, and buried deep down into their psyches, never to be mentioned again…

But then their cocks touch while Armie’s lips are hot against his neck, and all his thoughts fly out the window. More, fuck. He needs to touch him and NOW.

“I n-need you,” Techie pleads. His hand slips down from Armitage’s chest and lightly strokes both of their cocks in a loose, teasing grip. When he looks up, Techie slots their lips together in a yearning, passionate kiss.

Hux moans against Techies lips, years of tension and held back desire melting against lips similar to his own. It’s everything he had imagined in the dark recesses of his mind, a hidden pleasure finally bubbling to the surface and ignighting his need for more.

When Techie grabs their cocks it takes every ounce of his willpower not to come immediately, the sheer intimacy of Techie’s hand and his brother’s cock against his own almost to overwhelming.

He pulls back from the kiss, only to start kissing along his brother’s pale neck as the water splashes over both of them. His hands wander, the washcloth dropped and abandoned as Hux caresses every inch of skin he can. He wants everything at once; the sex, the intimacy, the closeness. He craves it all and is overflowing with raw emotion, thrusting into his brother’s hand as his own hands finally settle on Techie’s hips.

“Fuck. T-techie. God ive wanted this. For so long.”

“Nnh, th-that makes two of us.” Techie’s touches to their cocks stops as he sinks to his knees, looking up pleadingly with lust-clouded blue eyes and slick, kiss-swollen lips parted. “C-Can I-? In m-my, um, mouth?” His gaze flicks down hungrily to Hux’s erect cock like it’s a craved sweet treat, so close within reach and yet so far.

Techie presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to Armitage’s milky thighs, not satisfied until they shake from pleasure and his knees go weak. He can’t help himself and nuzzles against his brother’s warm erection, gaze locked with Hux’s. The tip of his pink tongue slips past his lips. A promise…

“I th-thought I was a deviant,” he murmurs, nudging Armitage’s pubic hair with his nose. “But we go t-together too well to ignore.”

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His eyes fluttered shut, skin feeling too tight, too taut, everywhere the washcloth runs over Techie’s body. Without thinking, he shudders and tips his head forward so he’s almost laying on Armitage’s chest. Those few inches of distance are tantalizing… 

Blood rushes in his ears, body thrumming with overwhelming desire and the urge to just give in. “Y-Yes,” Techie breathes, almost begs, and finally rests his head in the crook of Hux’s neck. The contact sends a shock of arousal through his veins, so sudden and intense that Techie hardens all the way and his knees go weak.

“Armie,” he whispers, dazed and wanting. More than the steam has him feeling like every inch of his skin is on fire. Techie spreads his legs slightly, giving Hux an easier path to his ass. When he opens his eyes, pupils blown wide open, Techie has a perfect view of his brother’s cock.

It looks just like his own, from the base to the perfect, beautiful tip. His mouth waters. Techie wants to jump over the edge and let himself fall.

Hux lets out a stuttering breath, Techie’s head against his neck making him want to moan. They are both hard now, and Hux can no longer deny that his brother wants this as well. He feels emboldened, slipping the wash cloth down Techie’s ass and against his hole.

He finally lets himself moan now, his free hand coming up to cradle Techie’s head.

“Fuck. I…I can stop. Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” He murmures, his cock grazing against his brothers as he leans into him. “But..I…I’ve thought about this…about you…for years.” He confessed, placing a light kiss to his brother’s neck. Techies throat is warm and alive against him, and he trails more kisses softly down the pale expanse of neck and against his freckled shoulder.

He needs to stop this before it goes any further. This is insane! If they can stop now maybe this can be written off as a mistake, and buried deep down into their psyches, never to be mentioned again…

But then their cocks touch while Armie’s lips are hot against his neck, and all his thoughts fly out the window. More, fuck. He needs to touch him and NOW.

“I n-need you,” Techie pleads. His hand slips down from Armitage’s chest and lightly strokes both of their cocks in a loose, teasing grip. When he looks up, Techie slots their lips together in a yearning, passionate kiss.

His eyes fluttered shut, skin feeling too tight, too taut, everywhere the washcloth runs over Techie’s body. Without thinking, he shudders and tips his head forward so he’s almost laying on Armitage’s chest. Those few inches of distance are tantalizing… 

Blood rushes in his ears, body thrumming with overwhelming desire and the urge to just give in. “Y-Yes,” Techie breathes, almost begs, and finally rests his head in the crook of Hux’s neck. The contact sends a shock of arousal through his veins, so sudden and intense that Techie hardens all the way and his knees go weak.

“Armie,” he whispers, dazed and wanting. More than the steam has him feeling like every inch of his skin is on fire. Techie spreads his legs slightly, giving Hux an easier path to his ass. When he opens his eyes, pupils blown wide open, Techie has a perfect view of his brother’s cock.

It looks just like his own, from the base to the perfect, beautiful tip. His mouth waters. Techie wants to jump over the edge and let himself fall.

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That delicious moan went straight to Techie’s cock and he shivered with intense arousal. He tried to play it off as having felt a sudden chill from the vents in the ceiling, wrapping his arms around himself.

No. Way.

Armitage, he’d- Oh God. Techie was a hair’s breadth away from jumping his twin and smashing their lips together. But that couldn’t- he would never- Fuck.

He knew Armitage was still aroused, and yet he abused his trust by taking advantage of that vulnerability just so he could rut on his brother like some wild beast. There’s no way out of it. Techie is fucked.

“Yes! Sure!” Techie blurts out in response, instead of questioning what the hell had just happened. Ignoring the grinding and the moan would smooth over the situation, he hoped. Denial worked best.

Definitely more excited than he had any right to be, his eyes flash the brightest, most vivid blue they’ve ever been, sparkling attractively as if to suck his twin into them and keep him captive. Hux was probably asking as a joke, but damn if Techie didn’t want this with every fiber of his being!

“Yeah. Yes.” Hux replied, hands shaking as he started removing his clothes. He paused when he got to his underwear, his cock still half hard within its confines.

Fuck. He would just ignore it. They both knew what Hux had been doing when Techie interupted anyway.

Finally getting the courage, he slipped out of his underwear, tossing it aside and brushing past Techie to turn on the shower.

His face was beet red as he tried not to look at his twin, hoping he was right that Techie was ok with this. Otherwise his twin would look at him with disgust. He wouldn’t be able to handle that.

“The water is warm, are you going to undress?” He asked, avoiding eye contact.

Stunned to stupidity by Hux’s long, elegant legs and gorgeous cock, Techie willed himself to respond in the most disaffected tone he could muster, “Yeah, h-hold on.” He let his pants slide off his thin hips, and the appealing rosy tint to his skin can be easily blamed on the warm steam from the spray. There wasn’t much else to take off unless he peeled off his own skin, so that left the brothers both naked and vulnerable in the small space.

Techie smiled kindly, inwardly about to have a breakdown, as he brushed past Armitage to get under the water, eyes closed and tilting his face up towards the spray, lips slightly parted. His length filled out a little at the thought of his twin gazing at him with desire… but it was only a fantasy. That could never happen.

He turned back and took hold of Hux’s hand in his own, coaxing him forward lest he suddenly laugh it off and leave him all alone under the warm water (yet feeling cold without him.)

That delicious moan went straight to Techie’s cock and he shivered with intense arousal. He tried to play it off as having felt a sudden chill from the vents in the ceiling, wrapping his arms around himself.

No. Way.

Armitage, he’d- Oh God. Techie was a hair’s breadth away from jumping his twin and smashing their lips together. But that couldn’t- he would never- Fuck.

He knew Armitage was still aroused, and yet he abused his trust by taking advantage of that vulnerability just so he could rut on his brother like some wild beast. There’s no way out of it. Techie is fucked.

“Yes! Sure!” Techie blurts out in response, instead of questioning what the hell had just happened. Ignoring the grinding and the moan would smooth over the situation, he hoped. Denial worked best.

Definitely more excited than he had any right to be, his eyes flash the brightest, most vivid blue they’ve ever been, sparkling attractively as if to suck his twin into them and keep him captive. Hux was probably asking as a joke, but damn if Techie didn’t want this with every fiber of his being!

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Stunned to stupidity, Techie’s mouth opens and he blurts out before he can stop himself: “Oh. Well, I w-was jerking off a few minutes ago.” His gaze feels so heavy; it keeps dragging down to stare at Hux’s hastily covered cock. The ginger curls are neat and trimmed…

Techie’s heart jumps into his throat the minute he realizes what atrocities came out of his filthy mouth. 

Holy SHIT! “Stress r-rel-lief, yanno… it’s very… relaxing…” He stumbles about in the dark for the picture frame and rights it on the table again, just for an excuse to not have to look at his twin (who was so blatantly masturbating and yet lying through his teeth.)

“Uh.”

A trillion things come to mind, and Techie can’t trust himself to say a single word of them.

“You’re still hard, let me help you.”

“I want to get on my knees and worship you.”

“Let’s undress together under the blanket…”

nononoononononononononoononononoooooooo!

“I was h-hoping I could t-take a shower and clean the cuh- uh, crusty? dirt off me…” Techie’s grip on his pants tightened, knuckles white. The rest of his skin was a flushed and aroused red.

“Oh.OH.” Hux says, realizing what Techie was saying. It looked like he wasn’t the only one jerking off, though he doubted Techie was thinking the same sinful things he was.

“Yeah. Ah, I can…I can show you the shower.” He added hastily, trying not to imagine his brother jerking off in his bed. He finished buttoning his pants before standing, turning on the lamp on the table between them. It illuminated his brothers face, which must have been just as red as Hux’s own right now.

“Follow me.” He added, heading down the hall. When they reach the bathroom Hux turns on the shower, letting it warm up as he talked.

“There are towels in the closet. Soaps and shampoos are on the shelf in the shower. Yeah. Thats about it.” He said, biting his lip nervously.

“Remeber when we were young, how we showered together to save water? I would wash your hair for you because you had so much of it.” He laughed, trying to break the tension.

He trails along behind Hux and screeches to a halt at the doorway, almost crashing into his brother’s back. Despite the thick, palpable tension, Techie smiles softly and nods his head. Those were treasured memories. “I still h-have a lot of hair,” he muses. When not in a loose ponytail, it covers his face like a curtain; a useful tactic for remaining unnoticed when out in public. 

“That always felt r-really good,” Techie admits, shy. “Whenever you touched my hair I’d relax and st-start to hum.” He imagines that same scenario now, but there can be no innocence this time around. One glance at Hux’s still tented pants makes it clear. Techie’s cock gives a valiant effort to swell up again, and to his surprise it works. 

Hux is pressed up against the doorway, leaning on the frame. In order for Techie to enter the bathroom, he must squeeze past him… A wicked idea comes to mind. Feigning innocence, Techie stuffs himself into the crowded doorway facing Armitage, their lower bodies pressed up hard against each other as Techie shimmies over to fully enter the bathroom. 

Their cocks grind together for a divine moment, Techie’s eyes fixed on his twin’s own. He bites his lip and his eyelashes flutter. His desire overcomes the shame this time… Techie needs his brother, has been needing him since they were thirteen years old and he first wanted to curl his fingers around his cock and press their lips together. 

Stunned to stupidity, Techie’s mouth opens and he blurts out before he can stop himself: “Oh. Well, I w-was jerking off a few minutes ago.” His gaze feels so heavy; it keeps dragging down to stare at Hux’s hastily covered cock. The ginger curls are neat and trimmed…

Techie’s heart jumps into his throat the minute he realizes what atrocities came out of his filthy mouth. 

Holy SHIT! “Stress r-rel-lief, yanno… it’s very… relaxing…” He stumbles about in the dark for the picture frame and rights it on the table again, just for an excuse to not have to look at his twin (who was so blatantly masturbating and yet lying through his teeth.)

“Uh.”

A trillion things come to mind, and Techie can’t trust himself to say a single word of them.

“You’re still hard, let me help you.”

“I want to get on my knees and worship you.”

“Let’s undress together under the blanket…”

nononoononononononononoononononoooooooo!

“I was h-hoping I could t-take a shower and clean the cuh- uh, crusty? dirt off me…” Techie’s grip on his pants tightened, knuckles white. The rest of his skin was a flushed and aroused red.