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| techiehux

“F-first order of business: I have no interesting chatter from the s-security cams to report. I did just make a pun though,” Techie laughs before taking a sip of his caf. Deep breaths, boy. You can do this.

“Next item on the, um, l-list… I… want y-you to spar with me sometimes. Teach me a little f-fighting. Please! Obviously you can tell me f-fuck off and forget about it and I’ll leave you al-lone, but I want to be stronger so I’m n-not such a burden on Hux. He’s got enough to w-worry about without having a clumsy, inc-competent brother to look after.”

And if he could spend more time with Kylo Ren… well, Techie wouldn’t complain. Not even a little bit! 

He shifted his weight from side to side, anxious for a response.

| techiehux

Techie goes limp in his arms, practically pouting. He had hoped… well, it was a silly idea anyway. Skinny little techs don’t get to play hero and impress their powerful, higher-up brothers. With a disappointed groan of acknowledgement, he returns Hux’s hug. He means well.

Yet the seed of an idea begins to form…

“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters

| techiehux

smallbeanfromspace:

techiehux:

smallbeanfromspace:

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.

@techiehux

Techie huffs at the slaver, eyes narrowed, assuming his tough-as-nails Alpha persona built specifically for his missions. “That’s my omega you’re eyeing up like a piece of meat,” he growls, speaking slowly and deep to mask the effort it takes to tame his stutter. The slaver rolls his eyes and gestures towards the line-up:

Five terrified Omegas waiting to be snatched up by some ruthless, cruel alpha who cares nothing about them. They’ll be treated like nothing but toys for the rest of their lives unless they’re freed!

Techie nudges Dopheld. “Pick one for yourself, sweetheart.” It makes him physically sick to take on this role, but it’s necessary.

Mitaka hums and leans lightly against Techie as he pretends to appraise the slaves but secretly just wanting to be closer to his alpha. “How about this one?” He says gesturing to one of the slaves.

It was a slight young woman with fearful brown eyes, who nearly choked on her spit when Mitaka singled her out. “Good choice,” Techie agrees, wrapping an around around his waist. “Now, for me…” 

He watches each remaining slave, heart aching for them. How he wishes he could free them all! But by exercising caution now, Techie could go on and free even more people later without the sharp eyes of suspicion on his back.

“I like this one!” The omega he chooses is a big, tall man with tattoos all over him. He’s far from a stereotypical omega, and Techie feels a surge of kinship. He’s far from a stereotypical alpha, as well.

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alpha-hux:

techiehux:

That delicious moan went straight to Techie’s cock and he shivered with intense arousal. He tried to play it off as having felt a sudden chill from the vents in the ceiling, wrapping his arms around himself.

No. Way.

Armitage, he’d- Oh God. Techie was a hair’s breadth away from jumping his twin and smashing their lips together. But that couldn’t- he would never- Fuck.

He knew Armitage was still aroused, and yet he abused his trust by taking advantage of that vulnerability just so he could rut on his brother like some wild beast. There’s no way out of it. Techie is fucked.

“Yes! Sure!” Techie blurts out in response, instead of questioning what the hell had just happened. Ignoring the grinding and the moan would smooth over the situation, he hoped. Denial worked best.

Definitely more excited than he had any right to be, his eyes flash the brightest, most vivid blue they’ve ever been, sparkling attractively as if to suck his twin into them and keep him captive. Hux was probably asking as a joke, but damn if Techie didn’t want this with every fiber of his being!

“Yeah. Yes.” Hux replied, hands shaking as he started removing his clothes. He paused when he got to his underwear, his cock still half hard within its confines.

Fuck. He would just ignore it. They both knew what Hux had been doing when Techie interupted anyway.

Finally getting the courage, he slipped out of his underwear, tossing it aside and brushing past Techie to turn on the shower.

His face was beet red as he tried not to look at his twin, hoping he was right that Techie was ok with this. Otherwise his twin would look at him with disgust. He wouldn’t be able to handle that.

“The water is warm, are you going to undress?” He asked, avoiding eye contact.

Stunned to stupidity by Hux’s long, elegant legs and gorgeous cock, Techie willed himself to respond in the most disaffected tone he could muster, “Yeah, h-hold on.” He let his pants slide off his thin hips, and the appealing rosy tint to his skin can be easily blamed on the warm steam from the spray. There wasn’t much else to take off unless he peeled off his own skin, so that left the brothers both naked and vulnerable in the small space.

Techie smiled kindly, inwardly about to have a breakdown, as he brushed past Armitage to get under the water, eyes closed and tilting his face up towards the spray, lips slightly parted. His length filled out a little at the thought of his twin gazing at him with desire… but it was only a fantasy. That could never happen.

He turned back and took hold of Hux’s hand in his own, coaxing him forward lest he suddenly laugh it off and leave him all alone under the warm water (yet feeling cold without him.)

| techiehux

“W-wait… Sarah? There’s something I h-have to say, first.” He shifts his weight from leg to leg, nervous. It’s too cold in the room without her warm skin up against him.

New friends (closed)

| techiehux

Techie rounded the corner into the lounge and nearly dropped the two drinks he was holding. If he’d spilled them on the only fancy-ish pair of clothes he owned (a navy-blue buttoned-up shirt and a pair of black cargo shorts) it would be a disaster! 

But the sight of Kylo Ren in full get-up, waiting patiently for Techie, as if this was a date…! His knees went weak, but no way he’d chicken out now. Depending on how this meeting went, he might end up with a real date!! Thank goodness the lounge was empty save for a droid or two; that way nobody could see Techie wobble over to him on shaky legs with red cheeks.

“Kylo! H-hi! I, um, b-brought you some caf…” Realizing that the helmet blocked his mouth, Techie broke into a cold sweat and his eyes widened. “Oh! Uh, y-your helmet! I sh-should’ve remembered…”

| techiehux

“F-Fuck… you look d-divine,” Techie gasps, hungry eyes taking in every detail of the feast before him; he accidentally squeezes the lube bottle too tight and only notices when it drips over his clenched fist. His cock throbs with need and stands a little straighter against his stomach as he kneels behind Kylo and parts his cheeks.

Techie slicks his fingers up and teases at Kylo’s entrance, slipping his fingertip inside and pushing it in, out, in, out; deeper, faster, adding another to open him up. All the while, Techie presses heated, open-mouth kisses all over his back, murmuring praise and encouragements, and grinds his erection slowly against Kylo’s leg as a promise of what’s to come.

| techiehux

Techie hummed along, not quite accurately but as best he could. Having Sarah so near to him and safe was heaven. For years his default state of being had been summed up by “terrified” and finally, finally, that didn’t apply anymore. 

Thanks to Sarah, and to so many other kind people he’d met along the way, Techie had begun to build a comfortable, peaceful life. And he’d never before been happier!