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“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters
Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
He licks at the hickey on Dopheld’s neck and throws his leg carelessly over his omega’s hips, pulling them flush together. The edge of his teeth scrape over the claiming mark, and Techie tangles his fingers in Dopheld’s dark hair.
Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.
It was odd that he hadn’t seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
“ I’m coming in.” He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasn’t even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didn’t know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldn’t smell techies rut.
Techie was in the corner of his quarters, trembling under a thick blanket. His eyes were dilated so much it looked painful, and his cock was aching desperately between his legs. In a daze, he turned to look at the intruder and his lips parted in surprise. “M-Matt?” Stars, this was horrible. Techie was so damn horny he couldn’t think, and to have his best friend see him in such a state? How embarrassing. He hadn’t ever seen Matt in rut, and while he was horribly in love with him, the idea put him off.
Alpha/Alpha relationships weren’t unheard of, but they weren’t the norm. Often they were frowned upon and those partaking in the relationship were unofficially shunned. It was a stupid law, for sure, but…
Techie’s biology craved an Omega. He longed to sink inside and claim. It was unlikely Matt, who was definitely a better Alpha than him, would want that. His cock gave a pleading jerk and he shuddered, pulling the blanket over his head like a cloak.
“Go away,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “I’m a m-mess.”
Prompt from @allmannerofsomethings:
How many glasses of vodka does it take before Kylo strip’s naked and performs penis puppetry to his willing ginger audience of one?
Hux emerged from the fresher and tossed the towel he’d used to Kylo. The only response from the knight was to moan and roll over, spread the wet patch that had been under him about the covers. Hux shook his head as he wandered naked back out to the living room; he’d make Kylo change the sheets before he climbed back in. He couldn’t trust him not to drag him into that patch during the night.
Years of practice kept his legs steady as he walked back to the low table set before his blue couch. Kylo had returned from his latest mission with a bottle of deceptively expensive clear spirit which he had suggested they open and try together. Hux had to admit he rather liked the effect. The liquid was smooth and sharp on his palette, and as expected, Kylo had been completely unable to hold his alcohol. Barely on his second glass he had become a giggling mess, completely pliant and shortly thereafter naked on Hux’s bed laughing and muttering into the pillow in turn as Hux prepared him.
He had been deliciously loud when Hux took him, arching his back into the feeling, reaching back to try and catch Hux’s lips in sloppy, booze slick kisses that left him swiping his tongue at the edge of Hux’s mouth more often than kissing him. When Hux had wrapped his hand around his throat, he had pressed his own hand over Hux’s, encouraging him to tighten his grip until his breath came in rapid wheezes until the force of Hux’s thrusts. He came first, the heat of his body pulling Hux’s climax from him even as Kylo collapsed onto the bed, eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay awake.
Hux had left him there, cleaned himself up and gone to partake of more of the spirit, hoping it might help him drift off as easily as it had Kylo. He was contemplating lighting a cigarra while he enjoyed the solitude of the room when Kylo emerged from the bedroom, still as naked as Hux had left him, and joined him on the couch. Hux offered him his own glass and Kylo took it, taking several small sips before he handed it back. He leaned against Hux’s shoulder, his long hair tickling Hux’s bare skin. He remained quiet, occasionally turning his head to nuzzle against Hux’s shoulder, or reaching for the glass, and Hux was content to indulge him for the moment.
Hux’s quiet revere was disturbed when he noticed Kylo fidgeting beside him, energetic enough in his movement that his head was bobbing against Hux’s shoulder. Hux closed his eyes as Kylo began to snigger. He didn’t want to have to deal with a grown man still drunk enough to laugh at his own jokes. However, as the movements and giggling continued, Hux gave in to his curiosity.
“What the kriff are you doing?” he asked, not really expecting a coherent answer.
Kylo rolled his head back on Hux’s shoulder, grinning up at him maniacally.
“Hux, look, lookit, look Hux…”
“What am I looking at?” Hux asked, fighting the urge to smile back at Kylo.
Kylo gestured with his hands, and Hux’s eyes were drawn down into Kylo’s lap, where he had wrapped his flaccid penis around one wrist.
“It’s a wristband!” he said, grinning up at Hux. Hux blinked as he stared at Kylo’s lap.
“I…”
“Wait, wait…” Kylo said, rearranging his genitals again. Hux watched as he pulled his testicles to one side, pulling his penis up and away from them. “Now it’s a lake monster!”
“A lake monster,” Hux repeated, draining his glass. He wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this.
“One more, one more,” Kylo muttered, this time letting his penis flop between his legs before pulling the foreskin down over the head. “It’s a tower!”
“Not at the moment it’s not,” Hux muttered. He shuffled out from under Kylo’s head, setting the glass back on the table. He looked back to see Kylo watching him with an utterly unamused expression on his face, even while he tried to contort himself into yet another genital shape.
“Some people just don’t appreciate art,” he sniffed.
Hux couldn’t help it; he dissolved with laughter at the look of Kylo’s face. Kylo managed to look indignant for a moment longer before he took began to crow with laughter, gathering Hux into his arms as he shook until he was snickering breathlessly against Hux’s chest. Hux smoothed his hands over Kylo’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top before Kylo released him, allowing him to lean back.
“C’mon origami boy,” he said. “You have sheets to fold.”
And the answer is…not many! Love it! And a cracking last line. Thank you so much 😘
Techie would agree to anything if it meant he could stay in delicious skin-to-skin contact with his brother. He nods breathlessly, “Yes, please! F-Fuck me.” and arches up for more friction. Balling his fists, Techie playfully struggles against Hux’s loose grip on his wrists, twisting his body from side to side.
Every honey-sweet pet name from Hux’s lips drives him further into bliss. Not a single inch of him is unaffected: skin rosy and covered in goosebumps, toes curled, lips parted in hopes of another kiss.
Techie wants so badly to reach down and stroke his twin’s hard length, watch his face as he cums. But… “Patience, Techie,” he reminds himself. To have him inside, have them joined, will be worth the wait.
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