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Techie understands just how precarious the situation is. A wrong move will likely scare her off. He hangs his head, red locks falling over his eyes, and says, “I’ll try, um, I… I promise.” Now, the only question is when they’ll engage her.

He smiled and reached out, squeezing Techie’s hand. “So will I, then,” he said. “I will arrange everything, okay? And let you know when we can move to meet her. I will make sure to make it soon.”

Techie resolves himself to wait patiently. He throws himself into work, into the daily complexities of life in the First Order, always having that question of “When?” nagging at the back of his mind.

Finally, he received the summons he’d been waiting on.

(ʘᗩʘ’)

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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.

Matt watched that tounge flick out so slowly. He knew what Techie was about to do but it still didn’t prepare him for what was about to happen. He hadn’t quite been expecting his mouth or any part of it. Like in slow motion he watched that pink muscle glide up his cock, wet and velvety smooth. His body jerked as heat pooled in his stomach much faster that he’d ever felt before. In the same moment he let out a long moan as the hand in techies hair tightened. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“ Techie ah kriff…”

He wants so badly to see Mattie unravel at the seams. Wordlessly, Techie slips Matt’s throbbing cock between his plush lips and hollows his cheeks, eyes whirring loudly as they flick up to meet Matt’s. He tilts his head to the side, never once taking his lips off the thick length, tucking his red hair behind his ear to teasingly expose the pale expanse of his neck. 

Techie bobs his head a few times before fisting the base of Matt’s cock and jacking him off slowly, grip tight, at the same pace as his obscene slurps. He wants Mattie’s cum. He wants, he wants, he wants like he’s never wanted before; every inch of Techie is on fire. His own dick strains in his shorts, an embarrassingly large patch of precum soaking through. Techie has always been a dirty, messy boy and it shines through especially now.

Matt was embarrassed with how easily he was coming undone. His hands fisted tighter as he tried to keep himself together. The hands, the lips, the sounds it’s make it all too difficult to hold back much of anything. Moans flow from his lips as he lets his hips jerk up into techies waiting mouth. He hopes he’s not hurting his boyfriend but still he can’t bring himself to stop.

He brings his head forward to look back at the man at his keens. The sight greeting was the most beautifully erotic thing he had ever seen. Techieouth wrapped around his aching cock hand jerking, trying so desperately to get him off. Who was he to denie his boyfriend this. More like he he couldn’t seeing how close to cumming.

“ Techie! Ah! So…so ah.”

He tried to warn of he red head but was unable to inter the words as he came spilling into the waiting mouth.

Matt spills into his mouth with such force that Techie goes lightheaded and squeezes his thighs together, nearly cumming untouched at the taste alone. His boyfriend’s cock pulses between his lips, and Techie’s tongue caresses him even now, working him through the shuddering orgasm. When he pulls off, the red-head opens his mouth to show off Matt’s thick, hot cum. It’s too much to hold; cum drips out the edges of his lips before Techie carefully swallows. “Mmm, ah, good, Mattie, so good,” he pants, flushed a desperate red. He needs to cum so bad, unable to stop shifting his hips, as though he could rub himself off on any surface like a needy beast.

“Mattie,” Techie sobs, because fuck he’s so hard, “M-Mattie, please, touch me- mm, want you! Please!” With trembling hands he stands up and pulls down his pants, erection red and wet against his stomach. The damp pants are tossed into a corner, forgotten.

“Oh, sh-shit-” Even the slightest brush of fabric on Techie’s aching cock is unbearable. It leaks heavily against his soft stomach.

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Techie’s heart rose into his throat, pulse pounding loud in his ears. His back pressed firm against the wall, so close to Kylo that their bodies are heating up from the proximity. This closeness is addictive. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes, “All, yes. No take b-backs, I swear.” Techie itches to place his hands on Kylo’s waist.

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Techie understands just how precarious the situation is. A wrong move will likely scare her off. He hangs his head, red locks falling over his eyes, and says, “I’ll try, um, I… I promise.” Now, the only question is when they’ll engage her.

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It was boring. Day in, day out, the endless menial tasks for the First Order as it’s last standing Force User had begun to tire Naomai. Her companion was mysteriously missing from her side and she had no one to occupy her quarters. Even all the trinkets and treasures taken from her opponents, war criminals and conquered kingdoms couldn’t comfort her like a simple conversation could. She watched the dangling jewelry tacked to the ceiling become the playground for the numerous AI creatures that had slunk out from the depths of her hoard once they deemed it safe enough. She felt the cold metal of a mouse droid brush against her fingers resting over the side of her bed; a meagre comfort when compared to the warmth of another’s body. Her thoughts drifted to her Master. How cold he must be in his grave without her. 

Naomai removed her hand from the droid circling around it to grab the comlink at her belt. “Commander-”She spoke sharply ”-I want someone in my chambers. Make it quick or I won’t be happy.” 

All on board The Supremacy knew that the unfortunate worker brought to Naomai would lose their job by their overseeing higher up, if they failed to satisfy her. Or they would lose their life, if they were not so lucky. Thus, the worker had to be expendable in some way, or important enough to be kept alive. It was a tough decision for the commander to make, but he eventually settled on William Hux, otherwise known as Techie. Orders were sent through and Techie was told to make haste to Naomai’s quarters, escorted by two stormtroopers like a prisoner.

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This was his worst nightmare come true. From master to master; Techie was doomed by powers greater than him to a life of servitude, it seemed. He shook like a crisp autumn leaf as two broad troopers led him to Naomai, served up on a silver platter. How he missed the comforts of his brother, of his lover, in moments like these. But Hux had far more important things to worry about,

He’d heard rumors of what went down in her quarters, vague but threatening enough to make him rush into a fresher and cough up his meager lunch. These days, Techie ate little. He may never eat again.

Once he crosses the threshold of her quarters, Techie squeezes his eyes shut and falls to his knees, voice wracked with tremors he struggles to control as he says, “I am h-here…” What should he call her? “MaMa,” whispered a treacherous memory. No! No, thank the stars. But perhaps Naomai would be… worse.

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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.

Matt watched that tounge flick out so slowly. He knew what Techie was about to do but it still didn’t prepare him for what was about to happen. He hadn’t quite been expecting his mouth or any part of it. Like in slow motion he watched that pink muscle glide up his cock, wet and velvety smooth. His body jerked as heat pooled in his stomach much faster that he’d ever felt before. In the same moment he let out a long moan as the hand in techies hair tightened. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“ Techie ah kriff…”

He wants so badly to see Mattie unravel at the seams. Wordlessly, Techie slips Matt’s throbbing cock between his plush lips and hollows his cheeks, eyes whirring loudly as they flick up to meet Matt’s. He tilts his head to the side, never once taking his lips off the thick length, tucking his red hair behind his ear to teasingly expose the pale expanse of his neck. 

Techie bobs his head a few times before fisting the base of Matt’s cock and jacking him off slowly, grip tight, at the same pace as his obscene slurps. He wants Mattie’s cum. He wants, he wants, he wants like he’s never wanted before; every inch of Techie is on fire. His own dick strains in his shorts, an embarrassingly large patch of precum soaking through. Techie has always been a dirty, messy boy and it shines through especially now.

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“Ruthless?” Techie shakes his head, in disbelief. “M-Maybe I’m too naive, but I’ve never gotten a sense that you’re r-ruthless. You’ve done ruthless things, I know, and y-yet…” He cups Kylo’s cheek with a warm, calloused hand.. “There’s s-something gentle in you. Kind. I see it in th-the way you look at me.”

Kylo looked at him, cupped his face and kissed him lightly on the lips again.

“Thank you,” he said. “For saying that. I don’t see anything kind or gentle inside me. I am a killing machine, and that’s all I really am. But knowing someone can see something else in me is… Pleasant.”

“I’m s-sure of it now… For b-better or for worse, I want to be your, um. B-boyfriend! If you want!” Techie’s smile is wide and sincere. They’ll accept each other’s flaws, the good and the bad together. Never again alone. “I want all of you, Kylo.”

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Here’s where the doubt creeps in once more. “I… I dunno, honestly. That planet m-might not like having the Order hanging around.” He bites at his bottom lip, thinking. “What’s th-the safest choice?” Techie can’t bear to lose Hux, not when they’ve just gotten reunited. 

He nodded. “We can send covert spies if we don’t want our presence to be known. We want her to be safe, too, I would assume. We do want to bring her here, right? Or were you thinking about going down for a visit?”

“It’s best if we go d-down. Being suddenly sent up to s-some random ship can’t be too t-terribly fun, I don’t think!” Techie almost smiles remembering his own introduction to the Finalizer. He’d been scared shitless! Better for their mom to meet them on familiar territory. 

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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.