Techie shook his head with a small smile and pulled Armitage into a one-armed hug. It was awkward, somewhat uncomfortable as well… but it was sincere. “I w-want to make up for lost time. Be brothers again. Oh! Um, if y-you want to, of course.” He quickly pulled back and had trouble meeting Hux’s eyes.
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I want a baby.
The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.
“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
His eyes light up as he clambers closer to Phasma, touching his cold fingertips to her forearm. “You r-really think so? I was scared you’d l-laugh at me…”
“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters
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.
Mesmerized, Techie slipped a single digit inside and gasped as if he, himself, was being fingered. Dopheld was velvety soft and rapidly growing wet; the slick slid down Techie’s fingers and onto his palm. A ragged breath brought him back to reality; it had slipped past his own lips.
Slowly, building his confidence up, he moved in and out of Dopheld, gaze flickering between his face to gauge his reaction and to the spot where they were connected. Techie was transfixed. Yet, he couldn’t ignore his painfully erect cock; it strained against the thin, coarse fabric of his pants and he found himself thrusting up to seek sweet friction with Dopheld.
Mitaka moans loudly and arches his back as Techie fucks him with his finger. He’d never felt like this before with an alpha and his body was screaming for more. He wanted Techie. He wanted to be claimed…to be mated. He mewls softly and rolls his hips against techie’s fingers, clenching slightly against his finger, urging him to give him more. He slips his hand into Techie’s pants and begins stroking his cock gasping softly when he feels his knot starting to bulge slightly.
He looks up at Techie, eyes pleading. “N-need more…w-want you to m-mark me..make m-me yours..”
Techie throws his head back, overwhelmed by the intoxicating smell and heavenly sensations, and feels any last vestiges of control slip away… He takes his fingers out and flips them over so fast his long ginger locks crack like a whip.
One, two, three ruts against Dopheld’s ass and he’s fully hard, ripping his pants off to expose himself; cock flushed a dark red and leaking at the tip. His eyes whirr and lock on the omega’s face just before he pushes in, ecstasy contorting his face as beads of sweat start to roll down his thin body.
Techie feels… fucking amazing and wild with lust. He pushes forward and bottoms out with Dopheld’s tight, slick hole trying to milk the cum out of him.
Mitaka pants and rolls his hips. He mewls and pulls Techie into a heated kiss. He arches his back squirming lightly. “P-please..” he tilts his head back and presses his neck against techie’s mouth. He whimpers pleadingly. “B-bite me..a-alpha please..”
He wraps his legs around him and moans loudly as Techie slams his prostate.
He’s about to do it; stop mouthing at the scent gland on Dopheld’s sensitive neck and just bite. Techie’s knot has completely popped, there’s no pulling them apart, but suddenly he pulls back from the crook of the omega’s neck and clenches his own jaw hard.
More frantic, wild thrusting aimed right at his prostrate but Techie staunchly refuses to mark him, to claim him.
This was… more than Techie had ever had in his life. Tears pooled in his eyes and he wiped hastily at them before they could fall and streak his cheeks, embarrassed to have his new-found brother see him be… such a mess, honestly. “It’s s-so nice,” Techie chokes out, and promptly feels guilty for even considering asking for anything else, given how hospitable Hux has been.
“It’s the best I could manage,” he said, looking around. “If you need anything here, just let me know, okay? You know where to find me. I will be coming here later to give you your assignments, your codes, all of that orientation stuff, ok?” He looked around. “Do you have any questions?”
“No… I don’t,” Techie says, in awe. His gaze darts from side to side, trying to take everything in his new home at all once. A stray strand of messy orange hair falls from his haphazard ponytail. Then, abruptly, he adds, “Um, H-Hux? Could you come here f-for a second?”
The minute Hux was safely out of sight, Techie slumped against the couch and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He’d been two seconds away from grabbing his perfectly coiffed hair and dragging Armitage up to his lips for a scorching kiss… or down, to press flush against his cock…
Techie groaned and mentally reassured himself, “Tonight, when you’re alone, you can jack off. Hold out for a little bit longer!” but it didn’t settle the steady flame that burned bright in between his legs and quickened his pulse.
Movement from the bathroom snapped Techie out of his reverie. He righted his clothes and directed a toothy, if not very convincing, grin towards his twin. “Thank you! I f-f-fu- I mean, I feel m-much better.”
He couldn’t stop his (a little bit starved) gaze from sliding to Armitage’s crotch. It was hypnotic.
“I…I know it’s late. Did you want to sleep?” Hux asked, running a hand through his hair. He didnt have a spare bedroom, and would feel bad making Techie sleep on his couch.
“You could sleep in my bed? Just like when we were kids.” He blurted without thinking. But it was too late, the offer was out there. As much as he loved the idea of a sleepover with his brother just like old times, he feared he would be repressing sexual urges all night.
“Or..ah..I can sleep on the couch. I know we arnt kids anymore. Whatever your comfortable with.”
The dark blush that graced his cheeks was hard to miss on skin as pale as Techie’s. “Th-the-! Um… Please, t-take the couch.”
The safe option. The good one. Getting too close to his brother, with both their defenses down… Armitage’s night shirt rucking up to reveal the delicious expanse of his stomach… Running his fingers under the waistband and then delving down…
Oh! Uh. Back to reality.
He gave Armitage the closest thing to a reassuring smile he could manage (it looked closer to a desperate grimace but close enough.) The bed would smell like him, at least. Techie would allow himself this one indulgence. He cuddled a couch cushion to his chest, feeling oddly vulnerable.
“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters
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.
Mesmerized, Techie slipped a single digit inside and gasped as if he, himself, was being fingered. Dopheld was velvety soft and rapidly growing wet; the slick slid down Techie’s fingers and onto his palm. A ragged breath brought him back to reality; it had slipped past his own lips.
Slowly, building his confidence up, he moved in and out of Dopheld, gaze flickering between his face to gauge his reaction and to the spot where they were connected. Techie was transfixed. Yet, he couldn’t ignore his painfully erect cock; it strained against the thin, coarse fabric of his pants and he found himself thrusting up to seek sweet friction with Dopheld.
Mitaka moans loudly and arches his back as Techie fucks him with his finger. He’d never felt like this before with an alpha and his body was screaming for more. He wanted Techie. He wanted to be claimed…to be mated. He mewls softly and rolls his hips against techie’s fingers, clenching slightly against his finger, urging him to give him more. He slips his hand into Techie’s pants and begins stroking his cock gasping softly when he feels his knot starting to bulge slightly.
He looks up at Techie, eyes pleading. “N-need more…w-want you to m-mark me..make m-me yours..”
Techie throws his head back, overwhelmed by the intoxicating smell and heavenly sensations, and feels any last vestiges of control slip away… He takes his fingers out and flips them over so fast his long ginger locks crack like a whip.
One, two, three ruts against Dopheld’s ass and he’s fully hard, ripping his pants off to expose himself; cock flushed a dark red and leaking at the tip. His eyes whirr and lock on the omega’s face just before he pushes in, ecstasy contorting his face as beads of sweat start to roll down his thin body.
Techie feels… fucking amazing and wild with lust. He pushes forward and bottoms out with Dopheld’s tight, slick hole trying to milk the cum out of him.
“H-have me then,” Techie says invitingly, raking his nails over Ren’s overheated skin. He wraps his legs around his waist and hitches his skinny hips up to rub against Ren’s lap. Red hair spread out like a halo but smiling like a sinner, Techie hums with pleasure and licks the shell of Ren’s ear.
The question makes Techie pause. There isn’t much that turns him off, honestly. Even the sick, sick things MaMa did to him ended up twisting into secret, hushed kinks that he buries deep down.
He settles on: “Do wh-whatever you want!” With a sly wink, he pushes Ren’s underwear down and slips his fingers under the fabric.
Kylo…feels like he gets the idea. Some whisper that was loud enough inTechies mind to break through to him with no resistance. This…could be good or bad.
The slight chill of Techie’s fingers makes him gasp and buck into his hand again. In response he bites down on his shoulder, moving along the muscle of his neck, sucking hard at least once or twice. Trying to claim him as best a human could.
He gives a breathy little gasp and grins at the thought of those pretty bruises Kylo is leaving all over him like a man possessed. Techie pulls any and all fabric out of the way until it’s just Kylo’s thick cock exposed, and his mouth waters at the feel of it; hot, wanting, in his palm.
His own arousal throbs and Techie’s need spikes, wiggling against Kylo to seek that sweet friction once more. He thinks he’d even be content to frot against him like a horny teenager until they both came! (That could be the desperation talking, though.)
He moans again, against Techies neck, and bites down hard along his shoulder. Then he looks up in to his eyes. “You want that?” He offers.
Then he crawls down, pulling Techie’s underwear down as he went. “You gotta share first though,” he grins, then licks the tip of Techies now exposed cock before taking him completely into his mouth, humming with satisfaction.
“Oh FUCK,” Techie gasps, the warm heat of Kylo’s mouth sending his thoughts into a tailspin. “Th-That’s so good, so fucking good, ah-! Hah-”
The noises he makes are so needy and embarrassing that Techie raises his free hand to press the back of it against his lips, trying to choke back the whines and keens and pleading.
Kylo’s hums send vibrations straight down his cock, and Techie bucks helplessly up into his tight, slick throat to seek more. “Kylo, oh my stars, K-Kylo-”
He laughs, Techie’s dick still between his lips. This sounds were both adorable and insanely erotic. He wanted to hear them but he could feel his embarrassment, though it didn’t seem to be stopping him.
He swirls his tongue around the tip as his lips move up and down his shaft. He comes off with a slight, wet pop. Then nibbles at the inside of Techie’s thigh.
“Do you…how do you want to continue?” he asks. Meaning did he tip or bottom. Kylo never discussed these types of things enough not to feel awkward, no matter how much he liked Techie.
He groans mournfully at the loss of Kylo’s mouth, and almost shifts to press the side of his cock against his warm cheek. Almost. Techie forces himself to lie still last minute.
“I, um, d-do both…” he says, and sits up to kiss Ren’s touseled black locks. “But, if it’s alright w-with you…maybe I could top?” He craves to trace the pale, wide expanse of his back with his tongue as he sinks deep into Ren. Kiss all those gorgeous, tempting moles…
If there was anything Mehan didn’t like about her position, it was the away missions. She’d prefer to remain on base, but sometimes it was a luxury. Today she and a small company were traveling to Naboo to investigate possible Resistance sympathizers. Sure, it would be a nice change of scenery, but something about the Naboo made her uneasy.
She was currently sat in the common area of the ship, legs crossed, eyes closed, looking for any sign of danger through the Force. It was extremely difficult to focus with so many people, however, so she quickly got frustrated. If she was going to do this, she’d have to meditate. Alone.
Lea noticed a red haired man a few feet away from her, and she could have sworn she’d seen him before. Before she could stop herself, she began to see him through the Force.
It was common knowledge that General Hux could not play favorites. So, despite his aching eyes and stiff knee joints, the youngest Hux found himself shuffling towards the common area of a mission-bound ship, lips curled down in a frown.
His (personal) debriefing had gone like this: Hux handed him a datapad with his private com channel preloaded on it, then said, “Watch the personnel. Report back often. That is all.”
And it really was all; The brothers were not close. His disappointment and naive hope that they’d one day grow closer were at the forefront of his mind.
It was this thought that he unknowingly broadcast to Mehan as he entered the commons and looked around, curling in on himself as if he could disappear.
She signaled for the man to join her. As head of the operation she was obligated to know her crew mates, and now seemed an appropriate time to begin her socialization.
“Commander Lea”, she said, offering her hand to shake. “And you are?”
Mehan stufied him, her eyes softening in an attempt to put him at ease. He projected nervousness, and part of her wondered what he was hiding– or attempting to anyway. He seemed almost kind; she didn’t want to disrupt that.
“Um. My n-name is William, but everyone calls me Techie. It’s nice to meet you, C-Commander.” He takes her hand and gives it a shake, grip on the loose side despite his calloused and work-torn hands. “I’m the. Uh, the other H-Hux,” he admits, and cringes.
Right about now would be when the comparisons start. “You? A HUX?” and “Hmph. All the good stuff went to the General, eh?”; Those kinds of comments.
He’d gotten used to them, or so he told himself. The hours staring at himself in a mirror, near tears as he dissected his faults, didn’t count.
The softer slant to her eyes eased some of the tension in his shoulders all the same.
She nodded, moving to where she could move to pull her knees to her chest.
“I wasn’t aware you were joining us. No matter, though. Since we’ll be a long way from home for, I’d like to become acquainted with the”, she started, resting her chin on her knees.
“Is the general your twin or is there an age gap?”
She didn’t want to come across as menacing. Mehan truly did want to get to know the man beside her. Commanding officers tended to be pricks, so she made a point to be more agreeable.
Hux was always a sore spot; Techie couldn’t help but flinch despite her relaxed, non-threatening tone. “We’re t-twins,” he supplies softly and tangles his fingers together, high up on his chest. There’s a stiff look to his knees when he shifts his weight anxiously from leg to leg, like if you’d check his bare skin his knees would be badly bruised.
Techie is perplexed that Commander Lea gives him the time of day at all. Most people ignore his entire existance. With a small, lopsided smile, he says, “Thank you, C-Commander Lea. I don’t usually get b-bothered with… Oh! Um, n-not that you’re bothering me, I just-”
Techie trails off and bites his lip. Trust him to fuck up his first social interaction in… a long time!
This was… more than Techie had ever had in his life. Tears pooled in his eyes and he wiped hastily at them before they could fall and streak his cheeks, embarrassed to have his new-found brother see him be… such a mess, honestly. “It’s s-so nice,” Techie chokes out, and promptly feels guilty for even considering asking for anything else, given how hospitable Hux has been.
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