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| techiehux

mei-mei-doin-roleplay:

techiehux:

“We’ll m-make it a good morning,” Techie smiles. Now, more than ever, she needs a bright presence in her life. The sobbing is a clear indication of that. So despite his own aches and emotional baggage, Techie sits up with an indulgent stretch and asks, cheery, “Wh-what do you want for breakfast? I can s-send for something nice.” It was one of the perks of being a top technician with friends amongst the higher-ups, although he rarely, if ever, took advantage of this.

Techie slides off the bed and runs his fingers through his bed-head, not doing much to disentangle it. It actually sticks up funny in the back.

Her head snaps to stare at him. Food? She could have food? And did he just offer nice food? She wasn’t going to let this go and for the moment Techie’s hair wasn’t noticed. “How much breakfast can you get away with without being suspicious?” She asks, deciding to sacrifice quality for quantity. Good food only lasted so long. 

“Also-” She gets onto her hands and knees, reaching for his shirt to drag him back onto the bed to sit. Her grimy hands attack his hair, roughly patting it down. It took only a moment for her to be aware of their closeness, and of the human touch she had been craving. She pushes him away. “There. Now get up.” 

He’s about to answer when Mei grabs hold of his shirt and Techie sits down hard with a sharp exhale. If his heart is beating faster than is normal, he doesn’t show it. The rough handling woke up old, unpleasant memories. But they’re soon banished when Nao’s hands reach his head. Techie’s fists relax, eyes slipping shut. They fall into a comfortable silence as she flattens his hair, and when the touch leaves his head, Techie stirs back to full alertness.

With shakey legs and newly-tamed hair, Techie stands up, and glances into a mirror that’s placed awkwardly at the edge of a desk, turned as though it’s seldom used. A small smile blooms on his face when he catches sight of himself. Somehow, Nao’s fervid patting had made him look better!

“Th-thanks,” he mumbles, a little shy, and then adds, “I can get an extra p-portion or two, and n-nobody will care… Matt tries to g-get me to eat more anyway.”

Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.

| techiehux

ask-matttheradartechnician:

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 found himself stuffed into random nooks aboard the Finalizer quite often, sadly. This time was different for a couple of reasons. The first being that he’d just come out of the technicians’ communal showers when a beefy hand wrapped around his forearm and then threw his skinny self over a broad shoulder, dragging him into a closet. He’d always been cautious enough to shower only at dead hours, but this asshole with a vendetta had obviously been taking notes.

The second was that the door unlocked all of a sudden, quick enough only for Matt to be shoved inside the already cramped space. Techie’s eyes went wide and whirred desperately loud in the dark, joining the sound of their combined erratic breaths. 

“M-Matt?” Techie whispers, hesitant. It’s him for sure, but will he want to talk? There’s very little else to do in here until they get discovered.

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| techiehux

ask-matttheradartechnician:

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. 

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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. 

New friends (closed)

| techiehux

“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.”

| techiehux

When he shifts to meet his brother’s eyes, Techie offers him a hesitant curl of the lips. “I want you f-forever,” he whispers. The words are heavy, solemn, with emotion. “That’s wh-why I have to ask. If you want th-this to be… real. There’ll be risks and, um. It’ll be h-hard, but if y-you’re willing…”

Techie swallows hard and buries his face in the warm crook of his brother’s shoulder. Here, the comforting smell of him is the strongest, and Techie almost instantly feels at ease once more. When they were children, he’d crawl into bed with Armie and cling to him like a second skin. 

Here they were once more; falling into old habits with an adult twist. 

“But I want ev-verything you’ll give me, Armie.”

[Szechie; CLOSED]

| techiehux

Techie wets his bottom lip before pressing his tongue flat against the base of his cock, licking a single stripe up to the tip. His other hand is occupied tracing light circles around the rim of Szer’s hole, and he gives an amused giggle whenever he sees it clench around nothing. “I th-think you’ve been at my disposal since d-day one,” Techie muses. He leans down to mouth at the swollen balls, pinching the papery thin skin carefully between his teeth and then exhaling warm air over them. He’ll drag this out as long as needed, no matter how hard he aches between his legs.

[Szechie; CLOSED]

| techiehux

@a-fractured-soul

Techie smiles with full, kiss-swollen lips as he watches the muscles tense in Szer’s thighs; a slow, teasing finger gliding over the soft, velvety tip of his cock. “You’re so h-handsome,” he coos, eyes glued to the pale expanse of his love’s chest. He wants so badly to have him tremble with pleasure, out of breath. 

“I’m going to t-tease you until you beg, d-darling…”

| techiehux

“We’ll m-make it a good morning,” Techie smiles. Now, more than ever, she needs a bright presence in her life. The sobbing is a clear indication of that. So despite his own aches and emotional baggage, Techie sits up with an indulgent stretch and asks, cheery, “Wh-what do you want for breakfast? I can s-send for something nice.” It was one of the perks of being a top technician with friends amongst the higher-ups, although he rarely, if ever, took advantage of this.

Techie slides off the bed and runs his fingers through his bed-head, not doing much to disentangle it. It actually sticks up funny in the back.