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Techie grinds his hips up onto his brother, spread out on the bed like a mouth-watering dessert just for Hux. “Armie, I’m already r-ruined,” he says, coy, and adds, “But wreck me some m-more, please. I ache for you…” Nothing has ever been more true.

He shivers under the indulgent attention to his ear and realizes exactly what he needs to say to get his precious twin all hot and bothered: “I had a d-dildo back home,” Techie grins, almost feline. “Stretched myself open w-wide and imagined it was your cock in me. God, I want you more than any- hah, mmm!” 

With deft fingers, Techie’s hand slips to his cheeks and he runs the calloused pad of his finger over the rim. “Armie, please- nn, can you… eat me out?” He cranes his neck to be able to give him the most dangerous weapon in Techie’s arsenal, those pleading, promising blue eyes that’ve always made his twin trip over himself to make him happy. 

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“I’m glad,” he says, and stretches out his arms with a yawn. “We’re covered in c-cum,” Techie muses, sounding very content to not clean up at all. He’d rather fall asleep here with his Kylo. They have a few hours still before Kylo will face off with Hux… they need all the rest they can get.

“No matter what happens, I’m n-not staying away from you. Hux can go f-fuck himself,” Techie slurs, nuzzling into Kylo’s touch.

Who did you get all these roses for?

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

Matt’s face flushed as he looked at the roses that were still clutches in his hands. Slowly his eyes rose to meet techies again a small smile spreading on his face. He sucked in a deep breath as he forced himself to keep his gaze steady with techies. He had bought the roses and now he was going to through with this. That’s what he told himself at least, not chicken out like he’d done every other time that he found himself in a similar situation.
“ t-they’re for you.”

“Sounds g-good!” Techie says, smiling so hard his rare dimples show. “I’ve got something f-for you, too, Mattie. When we get to my room, we’ll put the flowers in water and I’ll, um, sh-show you…” They walk side by side towards Techie’s quarters, which are thankfully not far off. He can’t pry his gaze off these beautiful roses.

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Techie was startled out of his light doze by the soft sobs and the shaking of her thin shoulders. “I’m still here, Nao. We’re safe. Don’t be scared,” he says reassuringly, voice a little raspy from sleep. It takes him a moment to regain full consciousness, but once he’s alert once more, Techie keeps holding her safely against his chest and lets her get it all out of her system.

“S’good to cry. You’ll f-feel better after, I promise.” He recalls Tommy sobbing when he said he had to leave, and how their parting hug felt too short despite that neither wanted to let go. In this moment, Naomi needs to not be let go, no matter what. Techie gets the feeling that she’s been “let go” too many times before.

Hi, Mattie… There’s something I want to ask you.

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”

Techie has no qualms with taking the reigns and leaning forward for another kiss. He slots their lips together and runs his own smoothly over Matt’s, soft breaths through his nose tickling Matt’s skin. When he tilts his head the smallest bit, the tip of Techie’s tongue pokes out to swipe teasingly at Matt’s bottom lip.

This is heaven. Techie’s sure of it.

His arms wrap around Matt’s neck as he tries to get them as close as possible. This craving for him is impossible to satisfy, but the kiss is a start.

When they pull apart for air, Techie sighs dreamily, “Matt…”

>Foxglove speaking< How are your wounds? Do you need anything?

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techiehux:

“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.

Techie tried very hard to focus on anything other than what she was going to do with all those medical tools. It made him uneasy to remember the cold, unyielding metal under his back as he’d screamed and screamed for help all the while… Nobody had come.

“Th-they’re good to me, Foxglove. Really!” He pauses for a moment too long after reassuring her of this fact. Damn. He’d given himself away. With a grimace and a sigh, Techie admits, “Well, I do get some trouble. B-But only a little, nothing to worry about!” Is he trying to convince Foxglove or himself? It’s unclear even to him.

💊

| techiehux

ask-matttheradartechnician:

Matt laid sprawled out on his bed. Someone could mistake him as being asleep the way his chest rose and fell so lightly almost unnoticeable. That was if they didn’t look closer at him which most people probably wouldn’t. However if they did they would see the open and empty bottle of pills laying in his open palm.

Techie knocked politely on his door for a good ten minutes. Weird… Matt was always in his quarters this late at night, and though Techie felt rude for bothering him, Matt was a night owl, too, and wasn’t ever sleeping right now. His anxiety flared up something awful; the tremors started up harder than ever. Techie couldn’t shake this heavy, horrible feeling that something was wrong.

Privacy be damned. Matt could be in trouble! Techie quickly imput Hux’s override code and when the door opened, his eyes landed on the unconscious form of his best friend on the bed. He was… asleep? No, not so. This was an odd, unnatural position. Techie drew closer until he saw what Matt held in his hand: an empty pill bottle.

“Holy shit!” Techie cried, and threw himself down next to Matt, taking his shoulder and shaking him. “Matt? Fuck, Matt!”

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askarmitagehux:

techiehux:

Techie takes the drink gratefully and latches onto the edge, guzzling it down with clear enthusiasm and a wide smile. His manners could use some improvement. 

“Armitage… h-have you ever wanted to find our mom? Our real mom?” Something about this scene, the two of them together and drinking, felt so domestic and warm. Suddenly it felt wrong to be here without her.

Hux lookd at his whiskey and sipped it.

“As far as everyone is concerned, our mother was our father’s wife,” he said slowly. “I haven’t checked where our birth mother is now. Is… Is this something you would like me to do for you?”

Techie slipped his hand over Armitage’s, eyes warm. “Not for me. For us! Having each other in our l-lives again… It’s amazing, Armie. Don’t you think if would be nice to h-have us all together again?”