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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.

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Stress Relief [Open]

The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.

His gaze was drawn to every bit of skin that she revealed to him, mouth watering with anticipation. Techie’s fingers, a little cold at the tips, caressed her back and then slipped under her bra hook, his eyes asking for permission to undo the clasp.

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Techie gave a quiet sigh of relief. Threat neutralized?

He peeked out from behind Hux and waved awkwardly, more than a little shy. The co-commander, Kylo Ren, was muscular and, though not conventionally attractive, was still handsome in his own way. Techie gulped. It was more than fear that made his heart race!

“H-hello, Commander Ren…”

Techie wouldn’t mind if Ren bit him…

The naughty thought flickered over his face for a moment before he covered it up with a neutral expression. His pink cheeks gave him away no matter what, though!

“Wh-what does Commander Ren do, exactly?”

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

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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.

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Techie is getting aroused just from this alone. It’s been so long since he’s slept with anyone, and Dopheld is looking at him like he’s a divine delight served up on a silver platter. He looks all over for a moment and then crashes their lips together.

“I f-feel it too,” he confesses against Dopheld’s mouth, his body warm and tingling all over. Why does he smell so fucking delicious?

Techie drags him into his ship and pulls Dopheld over him like a blanket, kissing and nibbling on the smooth, pale skin of his neck.

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

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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.

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The quiet sniffling behind him makes Techie stop in his tracks and whirl around to face Dopheld. His confusion melts into sympathy. “Hey… What’s wrong? Is s-something the m-matter?” There’s an urge to cup his cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb, but Techie’s cheeks color. That’s unprofessional!

Mitaka whimpers softly and presses his face into Techie’s shirt. “I-i want y-you…want t-to be c-claimed by you b-but you don’t w-want me..”

An electric shock shoots up Techie’s spine, and he unconsciously tightens his protective hold on him, eyes fluttering closed for a split second before they open wide in surprise. “Um! W-woah!! You are s-super handsome and ridiculously at-attract-t-tive but I d-don’t sleep with the people I free from slavery! It, uh, d-doesn’t really send the r-right message-”

His cheeks were a cherry red and his eyes focused anywhere but on Dopheld. Techie’s hands lifted off him and then hovered over for a moment, unsure of what do with them. “P-please, don’t cry Dopheld. There’s a whole w-world waiting you you out there! Wh-why settle for little old m-me?” He shoots him a lopsided grin, almost pleading: don’t tempt me…

Mitaka sobs softly. “Y-you aren’t like everyone else! W-we have t-this connection…I-I felt it when you a-approached me..” he moves closer to Techie. “N-no one h-has to k-know that you freed m-me..” he practically begs.

He whimpers and presses himself against his body. “P-please…” he strokes techie’s face his eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes.

The closer Dopheld got to him, the easier he lost himself to the thick, sweet smell that hung over him like fog. Dazed, Techie struggled sluggishly to escape his grasp until he launched himself forward to press their lips together in a chaste kiss.

Techie pulls away quickly, before he can get <i> too </i> into it. “That’s all I c-can do with you,” he whispers, eyes glued to Dopheld’s lips.

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“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.)

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SHIT!

Techie smiles as if doing so is a piece of cake and not a ticking fucking bomb. It feels plastic and too wide on his lips.

As he removes his shirt completely, exposing his pale, bruised skin inch by inch, Techie shivers and fixes his gaze just over his twin’s head. The instant their eyes meet, Armitage will know . Techie’s face has always been marvelously expressive, and it routinely comes back to bite him in the ass.

Next are his pants; the hardest part. Trembling hands sink to his belt buckle, mouth dry as he imagines doing the same action but under very different circumstances. He has to take a deep breath, however loud it may be, to try and will down his fledgling erection.

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

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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.

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The quiet sniffling behind him makes Techie stop in his tracks and whirl around to face Dopheld. His confusion melts into sympathy. “Hey… What’s wrong? Is s-something the m-matter?” There’s an urge to cup his cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb, but Techie’s cheeks color. That’s unprofessional!

Mitaka whimpers softly and presses his face into Techie’s shirt. “I-i want y-you…want t-to be c-claimed by you b-but you don’t w-want me..”

An electric shock shoots up Techie’s spine, and he unconsciously tightens his protective hold on him, eyes fluttering closed for a split second before they open wide in surprise. “Um! W-woah!! You are s-super handsome and ridiculously at-attract-t-tive but I d-don’t sleep with the people I free from slavery! It, uh, d-doesn’t really send the r-right message-”

His cheeks were a cherry red and his eyes focused anywhere but on Dopheld. Techie’s hands lifted off him and then hovered over for a moment, unsure of what do with them. “P-please, don’t cry Dopheld. There’s a whole w-world waiting you you out there! Wh-why settle for little old m-me?” He shoots him a lopsided grin, almost pleading: don’t tempt me…

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Techie gave a quiet sigh of relief. Threat neutralized?

He peeked out from behind Hux and waved awkwardly, more than a little shy. The co-commander, Kylo Ren, was muscular and, though not conventionally attractive, was still handsome in his own way. Techie gulped. It was more than fear that made his heart race!

“H-hello, Commander Ren…”