#clone force 99 tech

Instead, you lean back in your seat and sigh, trying and failing to tear your eyes away when he adjusts the panel and the muscles in his back shift beneath the armor.

He glances over his shoulder. “You are unusually quiet.”

You blink, caught. “Am I?”

“Yes.” He turns back to his console. “Normally you ask at least six questions while I perform maintenance.”

“I do not ask six—”

“You average nine,” he corrects without looking up. “Sometimes eleven.”

You flush. Then again, you couldn’t be surprised that he took note of your behavioural patterns. “I’m just… giving you space.”

He pauses again, just long enough that you know he’s assessing something. Then he resumes tinkering with a small component, the movement drawing your eyes downward to the way his gloves flex around the tool.

“What are you doing right now?” he asks mildly, though there’s an edge in his tone that makes your chest tighten.

“Watching you work,” you admit.

“Indeed,” he says. “I noticed.”

“What—” you hesitate, embarrassed, “—what gave it away?”

“You have not blinked in approximately twenty one seconds.”

You snap your eyes shut, mortified. “Well, maybe I was thinking.”

“Thinking,” Tech repeats. He sets the tool down and slowly, deliberately stands up straight. “Would you like to specify about what?”

His voice isn’t teasing or accusing, just gentle and intrigued. Tone warm enough to almost liquefy your spine and turn your legs into jelly.

You swallow as you shift in your seat, crossing your legs over one another… tightly. “About you.”

He steps away from the console and faces you fully. He looks so composed. So steady. And so impossibly confident in all that gear.

Maker, you’re in trouble.

“What about me?” he asks softly.

“You look…” you trail off, fighting the burn rising to your ears, “…really good in your gear today.”

Something flickers behind his tinted lenses. “Good?” he repeats.

“Yeah,” you answer, throat tight. “It’s just… there’s something about it today. I don’t know. You look…Put together.” You laugh nervously. “It’s stupid.”

Tech tilts his head slightly, studying you quietly. “It is not stupid,” he starts. “It is arousal.”

Your breath catches. “Tech—”

“It is,” he continues matter-of-factly. “Your voice has lowered in pitch. Your pupils are dilated. You are shifting your weight in a way that suggests warm fervour.”

You nearly choke. “Warm fer— Tech!” You sit up straighter than before and look around in case someone, anyone could hear or see you both.

He steps closer, “Don’t worry, we’re alone.” He then leans over you, tilting his bucket. “I’ve seen the way you look at me in my gear, just like today. You are having a physiological reaction to my armour.” His tone changes in a way that sends heat straight through your belly. “Are you aware of that?”

His words made you swallow hard. “I… wasn’t. Not until now.” A gear kink? This was news to you and honestly, you were not mad about it.

“And now?” His hands move to your hips, gloved fingers tightening in your shirt.

“Now I’m very aware of it.”

Tech inhales sharply, a sound that slides right beneath your skin. “I would like,” he says quietly, “to explore this new information.”

Your heart leaps. “Explore how?”

He gestures toward the cockpit behind him. “If you will follow me.”

You follow, heart thumping with every step you take. He lifts his hand to tell you to halt and you do with a small stagger and watch him in curiosity as he detaches the whole steering stick from the pilot's seat. “What are you doing?”

“Ensuring you are comfortable for what is about to happen. Also, this area demonstrates the best area for this activity.” He explains but you don’t quite follow.

Tech notices your confusion and with a flourish, you are lifted into his arms and placed exactly where the steering once was, practically sitting on the control board. “Woah-” you say breathlessly, eyes widening as Tech flushes up against you.

But instead of touching you, he reaches up to the side of his helmet and ever so Tech, says: “I cannot perform oral stimulation with this on,” he says simply. “And my intention is quite clear.”

Your breath leaves you entirely. “You want to…here?” you whisper.

Tech’s voice drops to a low heat. “I want to pleasure you. Thoroughly. Immediately.”

He then adds, almost shyly, “And repeatedly, if you are willing.”

Your stomach plummets in the best possible way. “Yes,” you breathe. “Take it off.”

He removes the helmet with practiced ease. The moment it’s off, he pushes his goggles up, revealing warm brown eyes already darkened with desire.

He sets the helmet aside before returning his attention to you. His mouth parts and your sex burns as you watch him inadvertently lick his lips. “Spread your legs for me,” he murmurs. “I would like to see all of you.”

Your breath stutters, but you obey. Your legs spread, but your whole being feels excitement as his hands gently guide your legs further apart, gloved palms warm against your thighs even through the fabric.

His voice softens. “You’re trembling.”

“Because you’re looking at me like that,” you whisper.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re starving.”

His jaw tightens. “I am.”

Then he takes a seat directly in front of you, lowers himself until he’s between your legs. The sight of him alone is enough to make your core clench. He glides his hands up your thighs and pauses at your waistband. “May I?”

“Yes,” you say instantly, voice meek.

Tech pulls your clothes down with carefully, panties included, setting them aside neatly before settling back between your thighs. The shift of his armour and the way it frames him sends a bolt of heat straight through you.

He exhales shakily, leaning in until his breath brushes sensitive skin. “You are already so warm,” he murmurs, voice thick. “I wonder if you taste as good as I imagine.”

“Tech—”

You don’t get to but in another word as his mouth covers you with a single, devastating stroke.

Heat explodes through you so fast your body jerks against the console, hands flying back to brace yourself but you barely manage to stay upright when Tech groans softly against you. The vibration shoots straight through your core.

You gasp, “T-Tech—”

He’s already looking up at you from between your legs, eyes molten, goggles fogging at the edges.

“This,” he breathes against you, lips brushing your swollen clit, “is far better than I predicted.”

You whimper, thighs trembling around his head. “You predicted this?”

“Of course.” He drags his tongue up the length of your sex, slow but deliberate, like he’s savouring data. “But the reality is significantly more intoxicating.”

Your fingers curl into his hair, and he groans at the pull before burying his mouth back against you. Maker, he’s thorough and hungry. It’s like he’s been waiting for permission to do this since the moment you started dating.

And maybe he has.

Your relationship is still new. Sweet and careful with kissing and nights curled into each other’s arms.

But nothing like this. The pair of you hadn’t gotten this far yet. And you definitely hadn’t imagined your first time with his mouth on you would happen on the Marauder’s cockpit console while he’s still half in armour because it was your kink.

He pulls back just enough to speak, voice ruined with want. “I have wanted to do this for weeks.”

Your breath catches. “Weeks?”

“I did not want to… assume your comfort level.” His thumb strokes your inner thigh gently. “But today, when you looked at me in my gear, I was left with no doubt.”

You let out a shaky, embarrassed laugh only to be cut off immediately by a sharp gasp as he licks your pussy again, firmer this time.

“You taste,” he murmurs in reverence, “extraordinary. Such a sweet pussy.”

You’re about to melt into the console just by his words alone.

Then, his gloved hand slides up your thigh, higher this time and pauses right between your legs.

“Tech,” you whisper, hips lifting instinctively at the loss of his mouth.

He raises his head a little. “I would like to use my fingers,” he says. “But these—” he wiggles his gloved fingers “—are hardly ideal.”

You blink down at him, dizzy. “Then take them off.”

He hums. “My hands are occupied.”

Before you can ask what he means, he brings two gloved fingers to your lips.

“Remove it for me.”

Your stomach drops yet your mouth opens before you can think. Most likely the heat, instinct, and want of this. So you bite down gently on the fingertip seam. He pulls back slowly, letting you drag the glove off with your teeth, sliding it free.

The way he watches you through it with an expression so focused, aroused and with breath uneven… nearly sets you on fire.

He repeats the process with the second glove, your mouth tugging it off while his gaze burns into you like he’s memorising the moment.

When both gloves are discarded, he leans in again, this time cupping you with bare, warm hands.

You shudder violently at the difference.

“Oh,” Tech whispers, voice tight with awe. “You react even more strongly to direct contact. Fascinating.”

Then one slow finger slides through your slick, just once, collecting you.

“And you are…” He breathes hard, pupils blown huge. “Stars above, you are exceedingly wet.”

You make a broken sound and he moans in response, actually moans, the sound vibrating against the inside of your thighs.

He brings his glistening finger to his mouth and tastes you.

And that’s what undoes you.

His lips part, his lashes flutter, and a shiver runs down his spine so obvious you feel it. “I need more,” he whispers.

You barely have time to inhale before he’s on you again. His mouth hungry and eager, tongue stroking deep, hands spreading you open so he can press in closer to devour you properly.

He licks like he’s noting down every single reaction, every twitch of your hips, every gasp that tumbles out of you. His fingers slide against you again, this time circling your entrance in sync with his mouth, building heat with devastating efficiency.

You’re already shaking. “Fuck- you’re so...”

“Let me,” he murmurs into you, voice thick before placing a sweet kiss to your clit, “please let me.”

Then he pushes two fingers inside you.

Your head slams back against the bulkhead, a sharp cry leaving your throat.

He gasps at the sensation, at the way you clench around him, his rhythm faltering for half a second as he processes the reaction of you wrapped around him for the first time.

“Oh,” he says, breathless delight spilling into his tone, “you are… perfect.”

Then he moves.

Slow, deliberate thrusts of his fingers paired with long drags of his tongue over your clit, down your folds, sucking, circling, mapping you with ruthless rigour.

Your thighs clamp around his head and he groans like that’s exactly what he wanted.

“T-Tech— I’m gonna—” you pant, one hand still holding the back of his head as if to guide him, the other one palming your breast just for that extra touch.

One of his hands tightens on your hips, anchoring you against the console as he looks up briefly, lips shiny, and voice ragged. “Then come for me,” his tone almost pleading. “Please. I want to feel you cum on my fingers.”

That does it.

The orgasm hits you like a blaster round—fast and overwhelming—your cry echoing off the cockpit walls as your back arches and your fingers clutch harder in his hair. Tech moans into you as you ride his mouth, pinned beneath your shaking thighs, eating every shudder like he can’t get enough.

You don’t realise tears have formed until you blink them away.

He doesn’t stop, even after you are done seeing stars when you close your eyes. He keeps going with soft, slow licks until the last tremor leaves your body and you sag helplessly against the console. His fingers twist and pulse slowly and leave you devastatingly empty when he pulls them out.

Only then does he finally lift his head. His lips are wet, cheeks are flushed and his goggles have slipped down his nose.

He looks wrecked.

And proud.

He rises slowly, placing both palms on either side of your hips, leaning in until his forehead nearly touches yours.

“You,” he breathes, voice shaking with controlled hunger, “are extraordinary.”

You reach for him, pulling him close until his mouth brushes yours.

“Tech,” you whisper, still panting, “can we do… more?”

He smiles softly like he was utterly in love and leans in. “With pleasure.”

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Tech sat at his desk in the workshop, forever wanting to keep his hands busy with repairs or upgrades, seemingly whatever he can get his hands on and your hoping it’s you, the first time had opened your eyes to something new. You now know that Tech fucks just like he thinks- fast and without pause, completely merciless. And oh maker you needed it again.

Once more you found yourself in front of the door to his private quarters eagerly awaiting his touch. A soft knock at his door.

“Enter” you hear Tech along with a buzzing sound, clearly he was engaged.

“You wanted to see me sir?” In no way are you hiding the pathetic begging in your voice that you want him, want to be ruined by him.

“Affirmative” Tech speaks but his do not move from the device in front of him.

“Remove your items of clothing” his voice low, lower than usual and maker it got you hard.

You slowly begin to remove your clothes placing them neatly by his work desk. His eyes begin to study you yet he does not speak one word however the deep desire to ruin you is taking over as each second goes by.

“You’ve been working all day Tech let me take c..”

Your words cut off by an loud over the top selfish sigh, his hand gesturing you to stop speaking.

“I suggest you play with yourself whilst I get undressed. Do not make me wait longer than needed.”

Of course you do as your told for Tech, he fucks you so good you’d be a kriffing fool to now do as he says. You spit into your hand and gently fist your length, a breath hitches in the back of your throat and you bite your bottom lip, a feeble attempt to stifle your delicate moans.

He makes quick haste of removing his armour piece by piece, his blacks unable to hide the growing bulge. He sucks in a deep breath and something primal, something hungry flashed behind his goggles. The look had you feeling weak at the knees blood rushing to your sex already so fucking hard for him leaking beads of pre cum.

Before you could even speak Tech flipped you over onto your stomach, his lean muscular thigh pushed between your legs spreading you open for him to take as his. To claim.

The harsh possessive grip on your hips tingled your flesh as he pulled your ass up aligning you just right with his throbbing length. Tech bent over slightly spitting down your ass, deft fingers massaging the wetness.

He hums his approval.

Breathy groans fell from your lips.

You whimper as he slides into you with force, stretching your hole around his cock, the aches and stings send goosebumps erupting across your skin.

“Ohh Tech - fuck “ you rasp.

His pace slow at first allowing you time to adjust to his size. Without warning his calloused hands push you right down into the mattress , face pushed into the pillows. He lays down atop of you his thighs spread yours apart allowing deeper access and he fucks into you merciless.

Skin on skin, full heavy balls slapping against you, pants and groans fill the room.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good boy” his voice horse , strained.

Tech has bringing you to orgasm down to a science; he is in complete control of how long you both last.

He’s in control, he likes it and won’t give up. A mindless emotionless fuck and he wants to see you come undone for him.

“My little slut to ruin” he groans as his pants become faster.

He leans forward and places kisses your bare neck, dragging his tongue across your skin and grazing his teeth down your skin , you whine and groan in response, his pace becoming harder more vehement, ripping your hole apart and it feels so good, your sweet release oh so close.

Your fingers claw into the grey covers below you, your eyes shut as your face contours into blissful pleasure. Your throbbing cock desperate to cum. One last painful thrust has your body erupting pure rapture warm cum shoots out underneath you staining the sheets. Pitiful moans and chanting Techs name over and over fill the small room.

“Mmm good boy did that feel good?” His words stutter as his pace falters.

It doesn’t take long for Tech to paint your insides with warm thick ropes of cum. His strained cries such beautiful music to your ears.

Techs lithe body collapses against yours as he holds onto your shoulders. Finally as his breathing calms he gently removes himself from you placing a tender kiss at the base of your spine. Your contented sigh brings a small smile to his lips. Tech watches as you turn over to face him a devilish glee twinkling in your eyes.

“I take it you won’t plunder our little secret?” He says with a gravely voice as you begin to take his throbbing member in your mouth.