“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.
“Your so good for me, Techie. My friend. My lover. Fuck. You have been my everything my whole life.” Hux breathes, grazing over Techie’s sweet spot before slowly pulling his fingers out.
He cannot hold back any more. He needs to be inside Techie, needs to feel the kind of closeness only sex can offer. His brother’s whorish moans will be the death of him, and without warning he adjusts himself and lines up his cock with Techie’s hole.
He presses in slowly at first, letting the heat of techies body surround him. It feels too good, however, and his control is lost fast. He thrusts inside, draping himself over Techie as they finally, finally, become one.
“God. Techie. You feel-ah-you feel amazing.” Hux pants, dipping his head down to suck on Techies throat. He wants to leave bruises, wants the world to know Techie is his. He lets his hand grip his brother’s thigh, lifting his leg just right to get the perfect angle while he rolls his hips.
“Tell me, everything your feeling.” Hux asks. He needs to hear every dirty moan and secret from his twins mouth.
“Armie! Holy shit!” Techie moans low and a few tears slip out. It doesn’t hurt, not nearly as much as he’d imagined it would his first time. Armitage is perfect, he’s the center of Techie’s world and right now his vision has narrowed down to just his brother to match that. “You’re b-big,” he gasps, lips parted and eyes a little glazed over.
He goes absolutely limp in his twin’s feverishly affectionate hold, trusting completely that Armitage won’t hurt him. His brother has never been cruel to him like the rest of the world. “I feel s-so full… Ah! Mmm, l-like part of me’s been miss-sing til now-!”
Techie clenches around his brother’s throbbing erection and wiggles his ass as close to him as he can, tongue out and panting, red-faced. “I was made for you,” is his euphoric whisper as Techie turns his head to let Hux mouthe at his skin. It’s already blossoming red under his attentions.
“Move, p-please or I’ll g-go- mmm, please!”
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