Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”
Techie froze. “Mattie?” He pulled all the way apart, cheeks rosy red. Had he gone too fast? Shit! Techie knew he had that problem; because he was easy, he often forgot others weren’t so quick to progress, relationship-wise.
”I’m s-sorry, Matt,” he says, eyes wide. “Did I… m-make you unc-comfortable?”
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.
“I th-thought you’d be surround-ded with suitors,” Techie admits and smiles shyly. “I mean. You’re so…” He gestures meaningfully to Kylo in general with his free hand. “H-Handsome,” Techie squeaks.
“Really just f-figured I’d be one more in the fanclub.”
“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.
A long-held instinct was what made him watch Foxglove with wary eyes as she drew nearer, though he realized what he was doing quickly and tried to relax. MaMa was cruel, ruthless, sadistic. She is nothing like MaMa.
Techie surprised them both by closing the distance and gently resting his head on her shoulder. He felt safer with Foxglove nearby: a rarity (especially with women; it isn’t right but they scare him.)
“I. I don’t… know? Really, I was expecting th-this. Gangs aren’t usually n-nice, uh, places to be. But yours is different. F-Feels more kind.” He brushes some cascading strands of hair behind his ear and then asks, “What’ll you d-do with them?”
Of course! Go ahead, Mattie ❤️
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 8:54PM]
Matt smiled at the other man. He had been hoping that the red head would answer that way. He’d often thought about doing this to the others hair but until now he’d never gotten up the courage to ask him. He thought that it might come off as weird or creepy.
“ really? I can? Do you need it washed first or can I go ahead and braid it?”
He hadn’t washed his hair in two weeks…
“Yeah, I sh-should wash it first. Give me a few minutes.” Techie grabs his ridiculous-looking shower googles and fits them securely over his eyes. This way they’ll stay dry and it’ll limit the irritation. He shrugs out of his oversized shirt and heads for the fresher. Thanks to Hux, he’s got running water instead of a sonic. Sonics work well but nothing beats the feel of clean water cascading over you, droplets pooling at the tip of your nose.
In the fresher, Techie sits under the spray and suds up his hair with that flower scented bar soap he likes so much, the door slightly ajar. He must look stupid, and in front of Matt, to boot!
Matt’s face flushed as he watched techie strip out of his shirt. He wasn’t expecting the redhead to just take take his shirt off in front of him.
His eyes fell to the ground as he heard techie enter the refresher. What he doesn’t hear is the door shut. His eyes flit up and are meet with the outline of the other technician washing his hair. He let out a small gasp as his eyes again fall to the ground not wanting to be caught looking at the other man. Nor did he want to breach the mans privacy but techie had to have known the door wasn’t closed all the way before getting in. The question was did he do this on purpose and that he wanted matt looking at him like this. Still he kept his eyes to the ground.
“ the smells good.” He said as the scent of the soap hit his nose.
Techie reappeared in the bedroom with a blue towel around his thin shoulders and his red hair (now washed and dried) looking fluffy and soft. The shirt is still gone. “You can borrow my soap if you w-want. It really does smell good.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and twists so Matt can easily access his hair. Up this close, the smell of flowers is even stronger.
The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.
Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.
Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.
Shit!
Techie didn’t have time to react: he’d already been high when Phasma stuck another, unknown substance into his arm. Immediately, the world went black as Techie toppled over with a groan.
Phasma’s plan was a mystery to him, and would remain as such until he awoke and she could explain.
Phasma took Techie in her arms and placed him in the Toxichem van, which she drove to the headquarters.
“Sir, we brought in one of the targets,” she said, holding up Techie’s limp body.
“Excellent,” the supervisor said, looking over with satisfaction. “Take him to an interrogation room.” Phasma nodded and took Techie to an interrogation cell, and sat him down on the bed to make him comfortable. All the while, she waited for him to wake up so she could explain her plab.
He awoke with a dull ache in his arm and a pounding headache, sitting up and shedding the thin blanket so it pooled in his lap. His eyes opened slowly and took a moment to adjust to the lighting. When he saw Phasma and realized he had no fucking clue where he was, Techie shrieked and scrambled to the far edge of the bed, desperate to put distance between him and this woman.
Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”
“I- mmph!” Techie had been about to claim Matt for himself, too, when his boyfriend -BOYFRIEND!- leaned close and stole another kiss. This was probably the only time in history that a person was very enthusiastic about getting robbed.
He pressed himself flush against Matt’s broad chest and nipped at his sexy-soft lips, lost in a torrent of glee and love. Then, Techie trailed his kisses a little lower to the curve of Matt’s jaw.
Matt blinked as he slowly woke up. There was someone in bed with him that he could feel. It freaked him out slightly at first until his eyes landed upon the familiar mop of red hair on the pillow next to him. Techie hadn’t been there when he went to sleep but It wasn’t in common for either of them to climb into the others bed in the middle of the night. It was one of the reasons why they had given each other their access codes. Matt laid on his side smiling at the man laying next to him. It was hard sometimes being this close to him and not being able to do what he wanted.
It was a second before he felt an odd feeling around his finger. It confused him as he never wore any jewelry it did mix well with his job. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the golden band wrapped around his ring finger. He knew just what that meant but when did he get married he certainly didn’t do it in his sleep and to whom was he married. At that moment the gong we flung his arm around Matt’s side causing the technician to flush. His face flushed more eyes widening as he saw the same golden band wrapped around techies ring finger. He sat bolt up in bed when he realized that it was techie to whom he was apparently married. This must have been a joke because when did he he get married to him. Not that he didn’t want to but he would have liked to remember doing it.
“ what the Kriff happened last night?!?”
Techie made a soft hum and stretched out leisurely, sitting up. “Sex. You know, the usual,” he smiles wickedly, before cuddling up against Matt’s side, big blue eyes staring adoringly up at his husband. He’s wearing nothing more than tiny silk briefs (perilously thin), a love bite proudly on his neck, and a grin.
“Good m-morning, Mattie.”
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.
“Oh yeah?” Techie rubs his stubble all the way down Dopheld’s stomach, more than happy to have his omega wriggling under him. Especially considering the tempting friction of their hips all the while. When he gets to his navel, Techie blows a raspberry into the beginning of his crotch, where the hairs start to get darker and thicker. Then he sucks a little lovebite there, to claim him.
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