“Oh I’m ah kriff ah um shit…” there was no need pretending matt knew techie knew that he had gotten a hard on.
“ your box of um dildos?”
“Y-Yeah. If you… l-like any, you can borrow them… I can sh-show you my, uh. Collection.”
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New friends (closed)
Techie wipes sweat from his forehead and tilts his head down, coy, other hand on the back of his neck. “While I’m t-totally sincere, h-have you considered that I’m aiming for another kiss with my, er, flattery?”
“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.
He licks at the hickey on Dopheld’s neck and throws his leg carelessly over his omega’s hips, pulling them flush together. The edge of his teeth scrape over the claiming mark, and Techie tangles his fingers in Dopheld’s dark hair.
💊
The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.
Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.
Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.
Shit!
Techie’s mouth opens, then closes. Nothing but a gust of air comes out.
After a moment, he gets the presence of mind to respond, “R-Resistance?” Did this woman make a mistake? He doesn’t know anything about a ‘Resistance’; Techie’s a drug addict with very little else he does day-to-day.
When Techie awakes, he’s got his arm turned at an uncomfortable angle under Kylo’s waist and he feels that horrible ant-swarm feeling as the blood comes rushing back to his hand. He sits up and stretches before carding a hand through Kylo’s gorgeous, thick hair. “Morning,” he grins. There’s dried cum on the both of them but he’s too smitten to care.
Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.
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 was in the corner of his quarters, trembling under a thick blanket. His eyes were dilated so much it looked painful, and his cock was aching desperately between his legs. In a daze, he turned to look at the intruder and his lips parted in surprise. “M-Matt?” Stars, this was horrible. Techie was so damn horny he couldn’t think, and to have his best friend see him in such a state? How embarrassing. He hadn’t ever seen Matt in rut, and while he was horribly in love with him, the idea put him off.
Alpha/Alpha relationships weren’t unheard of, but they weren’t the norm. Often they were frowned upon and those partaking in the relationship were unofficially shunned. It was a stupid law, for sure, but…
Techie’s biology craved an Omega. He longed to sink inside and claim. It was unlikely Matt, who was definitely a better Alpha than him, would want that. His cock gave a pleading jerk and he shuddered, pulling the blanket over his head like a cloak.
“Go away,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “I’m a m-mess.”
Can I braid your hair? -Matt
Of course! Go ahead, Mattie ❤️
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 8:54PM]
Techie leaned into his gentle touches and very nearly purred; Those strong fingers playing with his hair, massaging his scalp… His breathing picked up and went a little quicker, pulse pounding in his ears, while his eyelids stayed at half-mast. Techie thought maybe he would melt from how amazing this felt.
We’re married.
Matt blinked as he slowly woke up. There was someone in bed with him that he could feel. It freaked him out slightly at first until his eyes landed upon the familiar mop of red hair on the pillow next to him. Techie hadn’t been there when he went to sleep but It wasn’t in common for either of them to climb into the others bed in the middle of the night. It was one of the reasons why they had given each other their access codes. Matt laid on his side smiling at the man laying next to him. It was hard sometimes being this close to him and not being able to do what he wanted.
It was a second before he felt an odd feeling around his finger. It confused him as he never wore any jewelry it did mix well with his job. His eyes widened a bit as he saw the golden band wrapped around his ring finger. He knew just what that meant but when did he get married he certainly didn’t do it in his sleep and to whom was he married. At that moment the gong we flung his arm around Matt’s side causing the technician to flush. His face flushed more eyes widening as he saw the same golden band wrapped around techies ring finger. He sat bolt up in bed when he realized that it was techie to whom he was apparently married. This must have been a joke because when did he he get married to him. Not that he didn’t want to but he would have liked to remember doing it.
“ what the Kriff happened last night?!?”
Techie made a soft hum and stretched out leisurely, sitting up. “Sex. You know, the usual,” he smiles wickedly, before cuddling up against Matt’s side, big blue eyes staring adoringly up at his husband. He’s wearing nothing more than tiny silk briefs (perilously thin), a love bite proudly on his neck, and a grin.
“Good m-morning, Mattie.”
Matt let’s out a loud squeak techie sits up. His cheeks flush as he see his bare chest and legs. Nothing much separating them but techies thin boxer and his. At little thought he looks under the sheet and see he’s wearing nothing but boxers just as thin as techies. When did he get these. Why would he get them. The words ring clear in his head and keep bouncing around in his head.
“ s-s-s-s-sex?!? We’ve never had sex. I’ve never had sex at all. A-and how are we married? When did that happen?” He said
He pulled away from the man next to him. He wasn’t sure what was going on but all he knew was he was feeling uncomfortable and ver anxious.
His brows furrow in confusion. “Matt, we’ve been m-married for four years. Did you… have a n-nightmare?” Was Matt still half asleep or something? Of course they were married! Techie had been there when it happened. And of course they had sex last night! Techie had also been there.
The closest possible explanation for this was that Matt had woken up confused; unable to tell the difference between reality and whatever weird dream he’d had. Techie wrapped an arm around his husband’s shoulders and pressed his cheek to his bicep, leaving a little kiss there.
“There, there, Mattie. You’re okay. It was j-just a dream.”
He shakes his head, thinking. “Can I… Can I try first? If all else f-fails, we can bring in the big guns later. I just. This is s-something that I feel like should be done by her family.” It seems less impersonal that way.
“If you wish, of course,” Hux said softly. His brother was his one weak spot, if he was being honest to himself, and he would do anything for him.
“I will forward all of the intel I have on her to you. Do you need any additional resources?”
Techie drinks the last of the root beer with unprecedented enthusiasm before replying, “I sh-should be fine! If not I’ll l-let you know.” On his upper lip is some of the drink’s foam, making him look years younger and more childlike. Indeed, it’s been quite a while since he’s been this happy.
His brother, having a home, and now possibly having their mom back in their lives? Perfect. Utterly perfect. Nothing could go wrong; Techie felt on top of the world!
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