#spicy tech

A vicious explosion on the track and he crossed the finish line, winning the race and sealing the deal in your mind. As you watched the man emerge from his pod victorious your thoughts echoed one desperate, needy plea. 

You wanted him. 

In motion already, you took the stairs fast; Trying to look inconspicuous as you slipped through service doors to the racer garages. A thin alley and thinner hope was guiding you to the bright thorofare of the dirt track. Hanger doors stood wide along the sides of the raceway. You glanced into them as you passed, searching. He had to be here, he couldn't have left already…

You stopped in your tracks, rocking back as a large man lumbered from the hanger in front of you. Oddly enough he had a child in tow, a little blonde girl giddy with excitement. 

“Hurry up then! We need to go find Cid!”

The younling called over her shoulder. 

“All that and you still want me faster?”

A lilting timber of a voice drifted out the door and it stirred something in you. You hadn't heard the racer speak, but something primal in you knew you had found him. 

“Oop, watch yerself!”

The hulk of a man gruffed out jovially as he pulled the girl from her collision course with you. The pair pushed past, continuing a banter in a familial back and forth as they went. You watched them till you were sure they wouldn't turn back before leaning around door frame to take a look inside. 

A flutter went through you when you spotted the white armor plates leaning into the riot pod. A spotlight soaked the scene in a warm beam thick with dust moats in the suddenly quiet garage. Well, almost quiet. There were quiet murmurings making their way to you as the man talked to himself under his breath. 

You came within an arm's reach of the hunched figure before clearing your throat, announcing your presence. 

He shot upright, banging his head on the lifted pod door. 

“Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,”

He rubbed a gloved hand over the back of his head, tousling his short strands absently while he scanned over you with amber lenses. 

“Can I help you?”

“I hope so,”

Your heart started to thump again as his expression became puzzled. 

“Can you… show me the pod?”

You raised an eyebrow, inclining your head to the vehicle open on the lift. 

“I'm not sure-...”

He trailed off, scanning over your posture again.

You stood, leaning suggestively with your chest pushed forward. The tight, low cut gave him a good view of your cleavage where it was framed by the bright colored fur ruff of your cropped jacket. The sturdy skirt wrapped about your hips was short, and you caught the subtle gulp as his eyes flicked down to your thighs and the flimsy tops of the netted stockings rising from your heeled boots. He met your eyes again,

“You… want to see the pod?”

“And maybe more Mr…?”

He blinked, chuffing slightly,

“No mister, just… Tech,”

You knew that, but it was more polite to let someone introduce themselves. At least you thought so as you returned in kind. 

“So, how ‘bout it Tech? What makes this pod so… fast?”

Slowly, as if other thoughts where taking priority, he turned back to the pod. 

“This model is custom, see the fuel canisters feeding the thrusters directly? They're separate from the crystals that provide the rest of the electronics with power… it's inspired really,”

It was an interesting design, and you had seen quite a few of these machines. You casually leaned in to look, bumping the side of your breast against his arm. 

“What did you drop out there?”

“Ah, those were the shields,”

“You got rid of the shields?”

“I didn't need them,”

“Kind of reckless don't you think?”

“It was calculated, barely a risk,”

“Too bad, here I was hoping you might be a little… reckless,”

With your last remark you turned more fully towards him and leaned into his side, a soft but suggestive smile playing on your lips. 

“You're not very subtle are you?”

“It doesn't suit me to be subtle,”

You swear a small twitch quirked the corner of his mouth as he looked down at you.

“Show me the cockpit?”

“What do you want to see?”

“I want to see you behind the wheel…”

He raised an eyebrow, pausing briefly before he lifted himself into the seat with a surprisingly fluid motion. You stepped up on the bumper, took a deep breath, and slipped into his lap. You felt him stiffen momentarily, but it passed. As you relaxed against him he reflected your ease, settling you into the tight space. 

He started pointing out switches on the dash, explaining what they did, pressing his chest plate against your back as he leaned forward to reach. His breath played over the bare skin of your neck forcing you to stifle a shiver. 

“Something wrong?”

Tech's voice was low, almost a purr in your ear.

Enough show and tell. 

You slid your hands down the plastiod on his thighs, finding your way behind your hips to reach for his groin. 

“Only thing wrong is your clothes are still on,”

His breath hissed between his teeth as your hands found what they were looking for, massaging the half hard shaft through the thin pants he wore. 

“Right to it then…”

You let out a small squeak as he suddenly lifted you, using a surprising display of strength and dexterity to turn you to straddle him. His arms wrapped around your back as he pulled you into him. You leaned in to find his mouth, his thin lips pressing back roughly before he pulled back.

“Why do you want this?”

“Does it matter?”

“I like to be sure,”

“I… I saw you race,”

You stumbled over yourself as a gloved hand pawed at your top, finding the hardened pebble of your nipple beneath the cloth and giving it a sharp pinch. 

“You like racers?”

“Not just any racers…”

“Is that so?”

He pinched you again, putting a slight twist into the motion to make a jolt of heat shoot through you. 

“You're good,”

You panted, suddenly desperate,

“I've never seen someone race like you,”

“Of course you haven't.”

No chance to respond, he pulled you back to him sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. Your top was tugged down, the thin shift of the bralette underneath shifted aside to expose your breasts, still pushed up by the bunched fabric. He released your mouth, your lip sore and slightly swollen from his teeth as he slid lower beneath you, latching to one of your breasts while the other was fondled by those demanding, gloves fingers. 

You whimpered from the attention, the man beneath you more predatory than you expected but you couldn't complain. The way he suddenly shifted control to himself had made your skin grow hot, your breath heavy and a slick arousal start to pool between your thighs. 

He switched breasts, sucking the opposite nipple, evening out the sensation. There was a humm in his throat as he helped himself, bucking his hips under you so that you could feel how hard he had gotten. Your eyes fluttered at the prospect of having him. 

Your breast left his mouth with a pop as he took hold of your hair, pulling you to him to whisper in your ear. 

“On your knees.”

Your thighs trembled as you obliged, sliding to the small compartment in front of the seat as he fumbled with the faciners beneath his belt. There wasn't much room between the steering and the back of your head, you stayed leaning forward on his thighs as he withdrew his engorged member. It pressed to your cheek before you could readjust wrapping your lips around the swollen ridge of the tip. 

He guided your head to bob down on him with his fist gripping your hair tight. Tech relaxed in the seat, melting back with a sigh as he enjoyed your mouth sliding up and down his shaft. 

“More tongue, meshla,”

You flicked the tip of your tongue against his head, pressing it against the vein running the underside of his shaft as you sucked his cock. He moaned, a sweet, vulnerable sound that came with an accompanied thrust against the soft palate at the back of your throat. You gagged slightly and he cocked an eyebrow down at you, gauging your limits with another testing thrust. Tears picked your eyes and he cooed a soft praise as he bucked his hips again, grinding into the back of your throat before releasing you to gasp and gulp some air. 

“Good girl, now stand up… and lift your skirt.”

You bristled a moment, not usually one to like being told what to do, but his tone was light, coaxing, and you wanted this. 

You stood awkwardly, the dash controls forcing you to lean slightly forward as you pulled the tight skirt up over your thighs. 

“Pull your panties aside, let me see how wet you are,”

Another shudder went through you and you slid your fingers into the silky material of your thong, sliding the fabric aside to expose yourself to him. He leaned in, sliding a glove off in the process, you felt a cold brush of air as he inhaled your scent. A flush took your cheeks as he inspected you in a perverse fashion, breathing you in, tracing his fingers through your folds to gather the drip of your arousal. He eyed the glistening strand as it stretched, clear and elastic between his fingers before licking it off. 

“Perfect timing,”

The utterance was low and more to himself than anything. You noticed his eyes were on you, hooded and obscured by the amber goggles- slightly fogged from the heat of your sex. He was watching you intently as he leaned in closer, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. 

Your knees buckled at the sudden, intense stimulation. He didn't waste any energy or movement, pulling the hood of your labia away from the small bud of nerves and alternating between tongue and teeth on the pleasure button. You cursed, a strangled and breathy cry as he sucked you hard between his lips, drawing more blood to the organ and forcing you to a sensitive edge. 

Then he stopped. 

You bucked forward desperately, whimpering as he pulled away. He chuckled, running his thumb over your slit and testing the slickness of your cunt. 

“I think you're sufficiently aroused to take me,”

You were shaking with need, wanting desperately to come. Your hand fumbled with the tiny package in your coat pocket. 

Tech made an indiscernible noise as he watched you open the condom, but didn't protest when you leaned forward and rolled the rubber over his shaft. 

His hands were on you again, roughly turning you about in a tight circle and pulling you into his lap. He moaned softly against your shoulder as you guided his shaft to your entrance, letting him penetrate you. 

Firm hands squeezed your ass, wrapping around your hips to rock you back and forth on his cock. Slowly, his breath puffing heavily against the back of your neck. Your thighs quivered, your quim sensitive from his probing tongue and you were already close to being undone. 

“Why do you like racers?”

It was panted against your neck,

“What?”

Your mind was fuzzy, unfocused, he tried again,

“Why- do you- like kriffing- racers?”

His words were sporadic, the sentence choked out between rough grunts and hard thrusts. 

“I… I don't.. know,”

“I do.”

Another hard thrust. 

“You find them superior, don't you?”

Thrust,

“I guess?”

“You do.”

Thrust. 

Your head lolled back to rest on his pauldron. 

“Okay. I do, I think they're superior,”

Thrust. 

“And me? What do you think of me?”

“You were the best,”

There was no hesitation this time and his hips bucked harder at that, a satisfied groan against your neck. 

“What else? What else do you like?”

“I- ah, I like the speed,”

He had started bouncing you slightly faster. 

“Of course you do.”

He pulled you tight to him, an arm wrapped around your waist like a belt. 

“In that case, let's go for a test drive.”

He smacked his other hand against a latch pin and the casing snapped shut. 

“What?!”

But he had already took hold of the thruster, the pod lurching from the platform. It blasted a sharp whine as he turned it one handed onto the breezeway. 

Tech ground his hips against you and you pressed back against him, a thrill of terror shooting through you as the vehicle darted between other pods testing their engines. 

The races were over, only a few pilots were left doing trial runs. He steered you deftly in between them, gaining speed as you entered the track proper. He bucked his hips, taking the steering in both hands; the force of the speed now pinning you against him. 

“Tech?!”

You were alarmed, suddenly up close and personal with the blur of sponsored ads flashing along the tubed raceway. 

“I got you, move your hips,”

He pushed the thrusters forward and the pod lurched, bouncing you and driving him deeper inside you. You were picking up even more speed, a tingle lighting through your brain to join the ecstasy throbbing through you. 

“I dropped the shields to go faster, it's all about the momentum,”

You groaned as you rode him, pinned to him and helpless. Trying to ignore the breakneck speed as you hurtled ahead. 

“You'll see why,”

He turned the steering sharply, and you registered the flash of red as you entered the broken tunnel. Yelping out,

“You're insane! What do you-”

“I am not. I'm calculated.”

He locked the steering, setting the cruise to Max as he took hold of your hips again, rutting into you hard. The path opened up and you caught an eyeful of the pitched drop. 

“Tech!”

“You feel that? The adrenaline, the endorphins- they make you feel alive,”

He was planting kisses against your neck and your mind was slipping, your heart pounding with fear and unbridled lust. 

“You wanted this, the speed, the danger, you wanted to know what it felt like,”

He was right, but all you could do was moan helplessly. He reached out and adjusted the steering slightly, never slowing his pace as he ravaged you,

“Do you want everything, meshla? Do you want to feel real force?”

You were on the edge, lost in the ecstasy of him,

“Maker, yes,”

He leaned in, whispering into your ear as he slowed your hips to a measured, controlled grind. 

“Then take off the condom,”

You froze, he said nothing more, keeping the pace slow as you decided what to do. 

After a moment, and as the darkness of the tunnel once again closed around you, you reached between your legs, pulled him from you, and tugged off the rubber. It fell to the floor with a soft ‘plap’ and Tech let out a pleased sigh as he sheathed himself in you raw. 

“That's better,”

He was moving again, fast, rapid thrusts unimpeded by the drag of the synthetic barrier. He fucked you hard, fingers digging into your hips firm enough to bruise as he bounced you at a brutal pace. Your muscles clamped, and you arched against him with an oath, coming hard on his cock. He groaned against your neck, putting a hand over your pelvis as he shoved himself deep inside you, throbbing as he joined you in climax. 

Then his hands were on the steering again, turning the wheel just in time to avoid collision with a barrier. You felt him twitching inside you as he steered through the obstacles, filling you to brim with sticky seed with each violent throb. 

He turned off the course, an arm wrapped about your middle keeping himself sheathed in you until the pod was once again docked in its hanger. 

You caught your breath, his head hanging heavy on your shoulder; a peck against your heated skin in between shaking gasps.

He reached over, pulling the lever to open the casing with a hiss. You were lifted, and he tucked himself back into his pants, pulling your skirt back over your ass with a sharp tug. 

There weren't any words as you exited the pod, slumping against it as your legs wobbled. He wandered to the work bench, pulling a tool from his belt and starting to work at a piece of metal laying there. 

“My team is expecting me,”

“Right,”

You were a little sore at the brush off, not quite believing what you had let him do as he stood working with his back to you. You sighed, did another once over straightening your skirt and stockings. Making sure everything was in place… then turned to leave. 

“Wait,”

His hand closed around your upper arm, turning you back. Tech held up the piece of scrap he had been worrying over, there was a com code carefully engraved into it. 

“If anything comes of this, I want to know about it… okay?”

You looked at the bit of metal and nodded slowly. 

“Good girl,”

He pressed his lips to your temple, tucking the smooth, cold sliver between your breasts. 

“I hope to see you again…”

He walked you to the hanger door and bade you farewell. Your legs remained shaky as you retraced your steps away from the garages; but when you looked back he was still standing there, framed in the lit doorway watching you go. He raised his hand, giving you a small salute and you smiled softly before turning the final corner. 

~~~

“Tech! Are you still here? What's taking you so long?”

Omega wandered back in with Wrecker in tow. They had gotten some snacks and then gotten tired of waiting for their brother. As expected he was still bent over the workbench soldering away at something. And was he… humming?

“What are you doing?”

“Working,”

“On what? Can't be this thing still, it looks fine,”

She went to climb up the side of the pod but Wrecker stopped her. 

“Hey, uh kid… give Tech some of the snacks we brought back, he hasn't eaten since before we got here,*

Tech looked up, turning to Wrecker.

“I'm not-”

But then he caught the look from the other soldier. Wrecker raised a pointed brow at him, laughter in his eyes as he reached into the pod. He dangled the discarded rubber behind Omega’s back making Tech go pale,

“Uh… I'm starving.”

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-Legacy Post-

Content: fingering, breast goodness, a really long tree metaphor, praise, bit of a handjob but not a finished one, surprisingly hot missionary, I still don't know how to tag these.

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Waves crashed on the distant shore as you gazed at the horizon from the balcony of your Pabu home. You heard the door slide open behind you and turned to see Tech, handsome as ever in his advanced years. The two of you had had your ups and downs of course, but your diligent work to communicate well and seek to understand one another had led to a greater foundation of emotional intimacy and an ever-deepening friendship that continued to delight after all this time. He settled against the railing beside you, taking in the sights but mostly focused on you. His distinguished features had softened with age, but the intelligence in his eyes and the warmth in his smile were as sharp as the day you met. 

“If you have sufficient energy and ambition,” he began, “I would like to request some of your time tonight.”

“I don’t know,” you grinned. “Got a lot to do with work and volunteering and family and… Wait, just kidding.” His chuckle was more of a pity chuckle, the usual response to your cheesy humor, but there was an undeniable fondness to it. You’d both been free of work for a while now. “That sounds great. What did you have in mind?”

“Would you like to know, or would you like to take a calculated risk and enjoy a surprise?”

“Ooh, spicing it up, I see?” 

“I do have some ideas for an evening that is slightly outside of the norm that we have comfortably settled into.” His face had the slightest glint of mischief in it as well as a touch of desire that delighted you with tingles. You had never been a fan of surprises, but the two of you had built your lives together around a deep understanding of one another and desire to love and serve each other selflessly, so there was no risk involved whatsoever. He knew you like the back of his hand, and his brilliant ideas never failed to amaze.

“Which do you prefer?” you asked. He usually knew better than you did what the ideal approach would be.

“If you trust me with a surprise, I posit that it would be quite enjoyable.” 

“I trust you with my life.” 

“A responsibility that I do not take lightly, however these plans are not nearly as high-stakes.”

“That’s good,” you snickered. “Alright, game on. What’s the plan?”

“I would like you to join me for dinner in whatever attire you find most comfortable. No other preparations are necessary. Also, if it will aid in any mental preparation, the primary objective of tonight‘s endeavor is simply to illustrate the depth of my love and gratitude for you.

“That sounds incredible,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. You stepped a little closer, cupping his cheek and gazing into his eyes with an adoration that had been built upon a million moments and conversations you had shared. “I love you so much.” 

“And I you, but we needn’t waste time on established facts at the moment.”

Your cheeks were curved in a smile the entire time you got ready.

The two of you strolled arm and arm through the winding streets of the island, turning into a residential district that you hadn’t spent much time in. Tech approached a square home at the end of the walkway, perched on the edge of the island facing the sunset. He gave a confident knock to the door, which revealed an unfamiliar face, and a few minutes later the two of you were seated at a small bistro table on a garden patio overlooking the water. Lush vines wove through trellises all around, and fragrant flowers joined the salty sea air to soothe the senses and provide a cool respite from the tropical weather.

“Is this someone’s house?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you. Tech smiled and nodded, taking a moment to glance around and inspect the setting. When no further explanation was offered, you nudged his foot with yours to bring his attention back to you, tilting your head and giving him an inquisitive look.

“Jobin is a private chef, and on very few evenings each year, he offers a carefully curated five course meal in the private, beautiful setting you are now enjoying. He combines the unique flavors of traditional island foods with some special ingredients procured from other planets. From what I have heard, it is a dining experience that is as memorable as it is refined.” 

“Oh,” you breathed, the sudden mist in your eyes surprising you. You’d always loved food, and while you were just as happy with a greasy slice of pizza, you got a special pleasure from tasting new combinations or pretending to be fancy at times. He’d truly outdone himself this time. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Two years and twenty-four days.” 

Now you were truly welling up, completely blown away by such thoughtfulness, and you quickly choked down the lump in your throat as a man approached your table. He introduced each course with polite enthusiasm as he shared its ingredients and flavors, and you could tell he had a sincere love for his craft that he couldn’t help but share with others. Somehow it made each bite even better, and you were blown away by the artistry of his culinary creations. And yet even that paled in comparison to the man sitting across from you. His pert comments about the complementary aspects of the textures, colors, scents, and tastes of each dish made your heart swell in your chest, and by the end, you couldn’t imagine being more satisfied. With repeated thanks and well wishes, he led you back to the stone streets, offering you his arm as he did every time you walked together. 

“Our next stop is a rooftop bungalow that is tastefully furnished with a variety of couches, pillows, blankets, and other comfortable items,” Tech began, and you jerked your head in surprise and confusion. He continued, unfazed. “I thought we could make passionate love beneath the evening sky.”

“What!” You stopped abruptly and burst out laughing, the sparkle in his eyes betraying his mischief. His own smile grew larger than he might have liked, he was so pleased with his little joke. 

“Kidding, of course. I know that intercourse in a public area is far from any preference of yours, considering the fact that having any light whatsoever is less than desirable.”

“Yeah, well… Things don’t look the way they used to,” you sighed, shaking your head fondly as you continued walking. It wasn’t an issue, just a simple understanding between the two of you, and he nodded in agreement.

“I have some thoughts about that, if you will indulge me.”

“Always.”

But he didn’t continue that train of thought, instead shifting the conversation to menial pleasantries as you strolled around town for a while. The meal was settling beautifully in your stomach, and the coolness of night was beginning to whisper through the streets on a gentle breeze. You hadn’t been paying attention to where you were walking, and he came to a halt again beside a beautiful tree that had sprouted up between a few houses. Its trunk was slim, its leaves soft, and it was clear that it hadn’t been around very long. It grew in graceful curves, reaching toward the sky with impossibly smooth branches, and Tech regarded it thoughtfully for a moment, allowing you to soak it in as well before speaking.

“This sapling is nearly mature, as evidenced by the increasing contrast in the pattern on the trunk as it nears the ground. It is attractive and virile, flexible and new. It may be pruned in any variety of shapes or intentions as it grows, but even now in its untrimmed juvenile state, it is appealing to the eye and worthy of admiration.”

“Yes…” you agreed, not quite sure where he was going with it. He guided you back to the street and continued in silence, taking a few intentional turns until he entered a courtyard in a much older part of town. A massive tree stood in the center, its trunk framed by rocks piled in a neat circle, yet its roots had escaped the tidy border and poked above ground in a few places around it. Tech stopped in front of it, releasing your arm from his and gesturing to various parts as he spoke again.

“This magnificent specimen is much older. Its bark is rough, with scars and blemishes from various traumas it has endured throughout its life, whether they be from natural causes or human interference. Its roots are not all where they ‘should’ be, by arbitrary landscaping standards. You may notice that it is crooked. Its branches would be more aptly described as ‘craggy’ as opposed to ‘graceful and slender’.”

“Are you calling me ‘craggy’?” you grinned, beginning to realize the metaphor he was painting. 

“Absolutely not, unless you find it arousing.”

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed. “I’ll pass on that one for now.”

“Noted.” 

Tech stepped closer and placed a hand against the rough bark of the tree’s trunk, then tilted his head to invite you to do the same. You’d always loved nature, and you could swear you could feel its life beneath your palm, a wisdom and sentience that you couldn't explain. His gaze moved slowly between the tree and you with equal warmth and admiration.

“This tree has had the honor of watching many events unfold. It has weathered storms of both wind and waves. Its canopy has grown so wide that it provides refreshing shade to those on the ground and nurturing respite to those in the air. In comparison to the sapling, it lacks the smooth texture and shapely structure of youth, and yet it is unrivaled in its majesty. Its roots reach deep into this ground, and it has grown effectively into the space allotted. One might say it was made to be here, but in reality, it has made itself to be formed perfectly to its home.”

You were getting choked up again, and it was only increased by the softness on his face as he stepped back from the tree and took your hands in his. He lightly brushed his thumbs across your knuckles, shifting closer to increase the air of intimacy. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and sincere, and his words reached your very soul. 

“You are no longer young. I am no longer young. And yet the life we have forged together is incomparable to the surface-level vanity of youth. Seasons may have shaken and scarred us, yet the marks that remain are not blemishes but testaments to our fortitude and commitment. Our roots have entwined, our branches nestled together, our canopies melded as one. Our exteriors may not look as they did in our prime, but the depth of what we share is incomparable. When I look at you, I see strength and dignity. I see wisdom and perseverance. I see steadfast love and unfailing kindness. My gratitude for these is as immeasurable as it is increased by the fact that I did not ever anticipate to have such a thing during my lifetime.”

“Tech…” you whispered, deeply moved and brimming with emotion. 

“Perhaps I am too long-winded,” he said, the ghost of a smile passing across his face before it returned to his earnest gaze into your eyes. “I understand the tendency to be critical of one’s appearance as it changes over the years, and I am also aware that verbose logic is often insufficient to address emotions and convictions. Yet I could not resist the opportunity to put into words the profundity of my love for you. You are as beautiful to me as the day we met, as the day we married, as the day we woke up and realized how much time had passed while we built our lives together. I hope the sentiment, or at least some of it, can be taken to heart.”

You couldn’t find any words, completely overwhelmed by the way his words washed over you with affirmation and joy. Fortunately, you didn’t have to – he slowly leaned in, brushing some hair back from your face, and gently rested his hand against your cheek and neck as he kissed you softly. 

* * * 

A few more kisses and a short walk later, you were relaxing into bed, cradled in Tech’s arms that had retained their strength even as the rest of him changed. He held you close, lying next to you on his side as he caressed down your arm, hip, and thigh with a gentle hand. You felt inexplicably alive, refreshed and renewed by his love, and many things were awakening throughout your body and soul. The slivers of moonlight that peeked around your haphazardly-closed bedroom curtains cast a calm, ethereal glow around the room, illuminating the curves of your bodies and the twinkles in your eyes as you came together. 

He kissed you again, more deeply this time, and you brought a hand to the back of his head, rustling your fingers through his hair. Pulling back a little, he regarded you worshipfully as you lay on your back, eyes large behind his spectacles. 

“May I remove our clothes?” he asked quietly, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Yes,” you said with a smile, eternally tickled that he continued to ask after so much time together. He rid himself of his pajamas, and the way he helped you out of your own was unfathomably gentle, and yet as you returned to your prone position with him leaning over you from the side, there was a look of determination on his face that gave you tingles. He bent down, kissing you tenderly, then nuzzled his nose across your cheek and down to your neck, where he trailed a path of kisses to your collarbone. His lips curved against your skin as he felt your involuntary shiver, and he brushed his fingertips down the center of your chest. You inhaled, back arching slightly, feeling a quickly growing desire for him in a more carnal way than you’d felt in a while. And yet his leisurely pace made it clear you would have to wait. He caressed your hip, kissed your shoulder, then stroked your stomach and noticed how you sucked it in out of habit. His face returned to yours, kissing your cheek before speaking.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, gliding his palm from one side of your stomach to the other. You sighed, wishing you could believe him. He slid his hand up the side so slowly that when it reached your breast, you inhaled in hungry anticipation. 

“You’re killing me,” you whispered, reaching across to caress the outside of his hip. Your arm was pushing your breasts together, and he took the opportunity to cup one fully, bending to kiss the top of it. Effervescent delight ran through your veins. 

“Beautiful,” he repeated, placing reverent kisses in a circle around your nipple before pulling away and brushing his thumb across it. How did he have you so worked up so quickly? Although, you realized, it wasn’t quickly. It had been an entire evening leading up to this – hours of foreplay that showered you with admiration and devotion. You squirmed a little, anxious for him to ravage you more passionately. You knew he was more than capable, even if the two of you had settled for a more routine sort of intimacy. He scooped up the other breast, repeating the process of kisses and caresses before whispering his praise against it. 

“You don’t have to–” you began.

“Nothing is being done out of compulsion,” he assured you, releasing your breast to brush the backs of his fingers along the side of your face. “It is simply a reminder of what has been true all along.”

“You’re amazing,” you sighed. 

He rolled away momentarily, dipping his fingers into a small jar of oil on his nightstand, then came back, reaching carefully between your legs to smooth it across your folds. No matter how much you wanted him, you didn’t always have the physical response you once did. It didn’t matter; he was as resourceful as he was unbothered, and you had absolutely no complaints as his hand slid gently back and forth, massaging your entire pussy with a leisurely touch. A breathy moan escaped your lips, and he nuzzled the side of your face, kissing your cheek again before resting his forehead. He applied more pressure, teasing around your opening before drawing his fingers up the middle and stroking your clit. Electricity ran from your core throughout your limbs as he repeated the process, more quickly this time. You lifted your hips against his hand, aching for more, and he dipped a finger in, then two, drawing them back out along the top. 

“Beautiful,” he said again, pressing more firmly as he circled your clit now, lowering his head to kiss your neck more fervently. His lips opened, allowing the suckles and flicks of his tongue here and there to tickle and delight your already-tingling body. His hand was everywhere between your legs, and you almost couldn’t tell what he was doing other than working you into blissful oblivion. Fingers sank in again, this time aided by a thumb to the clit. You moaned more loudly. Fingers curled, teasing that spot deep inside that echoed through your core. You raked your fingernails up his back, burying them in his hair again and clenching it just tightly enough to let him know just how badly you wanted him. 

He picked up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out with a curved stroke that stimulated every part of your sex. Open-mouthed kisses and nips along your neck and earlobe were punctuated with increasingly heavy breaths, and you could feel his cock pressing against your side, a touch of cold revealing his already-leaking arousal. You tilted your head back, spreading your legs wider as he moved faster, and lifted your other arm behind your head, writhing in pleasure. He pulled away a little, admiring the way your soft body curled and stretched beneath his ministrations. 

“Please,” you whispered, confident you couldn’t last another minute if he kept it up. And he knew it. He bent his mouth to a breast, tugging it into his mouth as he circled your clit with two fingers now, faster and faster. You bucked your hips, delirious beneath his expert pressure and friction, and he swirled his tongue around your nipple before suckling gently. That was it. You rocketed over the edge with unrestrained moans and breathy whines, entire body tensing as wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. He lifted his head and kept circling, steady and smooth, as your pussy clenched helplessly until the waves began to slow, as did he. You came down from your high like a leaf floating gracefully down, soothed and satisfied by his gentle strokes and murmured affections against your chest. When you finally relaxed, he let you rest, wiping his fingers deftly on the pajamas he’d cast off behind him, then he laid on his back, pulling you against him with a sigh. 

“You are magnificent,” he said, and this time you felt it, from your head to your toes. 

“No you,” you insisted, delighted by the way his smile curved his cheek against your forehead. “But now it’s your turn.”

“I am perfectly content to let you bask in the gratification of your release,” he affirmed, but as your eyes drifted down to his cock, slightly softened as it lay against him, you had no intention of any such basking. 

Five minutes later, you’d both riled yourselves up again into quite a frenzy. Your hand was slick with oil, pumping his cock with a slight twist up and down, and your mouth was pressed against his, kiss after kiss stoking the fire. Now it was he who tilted his head away, opening his neck to the careful rake of your teeth against his skin. Your breaths were heavy with desire as you worked him with a hand, whispering something dirty in his ear that made his entire body tense again. 

He rolled you both over, careful to hold himself up above you, and lined himself up with your entrance, pausing to look down at you with unfathomable tenderness. His gaze darkened as he pressed into you, already wet and ready from the climax he’d given you, and you breathed a single “yesss” as he sank in all the way. Fully sheathed, hips against yours, he paused for a moment, eyebrows contorted with restraint and pleasure. You stroked his back and reached down to trace his thighs, digging your fingers in as he began to move. 

“You are perfect,” he managed through gritted teeth, clearly so aroused that he wasn’t going to last long either. “Not because of any external standard…” He shuddered, slowly dragging his cock in and out as his voice grew huskier. “But because you are made for me, and I for you. Grown together like… agh.” He couldn’t say any more, gasping as you tilted your hips to take him in even deeper. The sight of him coming apart was intoxicating, and his breathy moans were music to your ears as he thrust harder and harder. 

You lifted your arms above your head, burying them in your own hair and closing your eyes in blissful surrender to the incredible sensations of him filling you perfectly, hitting the sensitive spot and gliding in and out with incredible friction as he scooped his hips against yours repeatedly. It felt so good, you could feel it building in your core. A helpless sound escaped his lips as his eyes trailed from your rapturous expression to your bouncing breasts; his gaze continued down to your pussy, where the sight of his slick cock pumping in and out, slapping against your sex with the erotic sounds of passion, sent him over the edge. 

His fingertips curled around your shoulders where he had scooped his arms beneath you, holding himself up with his elbows as he climaxed with helpless groans of surrender. His hot spill increased the sensations further, and as he continued thrusting with reckless abandon, you were shocked by a second orgasm that broke over you with white hot electricity. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but the incredible feeling of him coming inside of you as his cock stroked your walls sent waves of bliss throughout, and your surprised moans of encouragement kept him going as you clenched around him. His throbbing slowed along with his movements until he lowered himself against you, his back slick with sweat as you caressed him lovingly. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then carefully withdrew, sending one last shudder down your spine that was quickly replaced with a deep sense of satisfaction that radiated from every bone in your body. 

Cleaned up and clothed again, you snuggled against his side, almost welling up again with the depth of gratitude and love. You rested your palm on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and closed your eyes. 

“You are more than I ever could have dreamed of,” you said quietly, tracing your fingertips back and forth above the heart that held your own. 

“That is unlikely, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Your joyful laugh was echoed by a gratified chuckle from him. The one you loved. The one you always would. 

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You have always rested on Tech in casual moments; physical contact clearly being one of the ways you show affection. Touch has never been important to Tech. He has never had the need to show anyone affection or have it shown to him. In his life, he has categorized touch as negative or neutral. The addition of sex as physical intimacy has expanded the categories slightly. The touch associated with sex is usually positive. He certainly enjoys the physical sensations he experiences during sexual activities, and he understands that touch pre- and post- said activities is something you need, but it was not something he previously thought about for himself.

With the regular addition of multiple partners to your intimate activities, and their own needs for your attention, the idle time you spend with him has diminished, and, to his surprise, he misses that. He also finds that when he returns to the bedroom and sees you sleeping intertwined with someone, there is an unfamiliar feeling present. He wouldn’t call it jealousy, because he has never previously experienced that emotion, but he might acknowledge that it could be adjacent to that on an emotional spectrum.

So, he watches you, considering, then he puts down his datapad and stays next to you, your head resting on his shoulder. After a few minutes, your body fully turns and presses to him, your arm on his chest. He decides this is not a neutral touch and recategorizes it as positive, and then he falls asleep.

*

You are dreaming. Tech is kissing your neck, and his hand is cradling your head. He’s whispering soft words to you as he nuzzles your ear. You don’t understand what he is saying, but you can tell that the words are sweet.

For a moment, you feel bad; this must be Wrecker or maybe Hunter, but you refuse to wake up, instead basking in the gentle touch of someone who rarely touches you gently. You don’t remember either of them being there, but Tech doesn’t stay in bed with you.

Dream Tech kisses you, pressing his lips to yours before you open your mouth to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You hear your name whispered with such a tone that your whole body shivers.

A knee nudges between your legs, parting them slightly, and then another spreads you open, and his body is flush to your own. A strong arm nestles to one side of your head, and you finally open your eyes, ready to let the dream go, to stop this nighttime lover before it goes too far. But it’s still Tech above you, his eyes partly closed, and you feel an unexpected excitement and warmth course through your body. You pull his face down to yours to kiss him more, your fingertips running through his short hair, against the strap that keeps his goggles a permanent part of his face, like Wrecker’s scar and Hunter and Crosshair’s tattoos.

As he begins to slide into you, you softly cry out his name into his ear. He stops for a moment, as if confused, and you wonder if he thought he was dreaming as well. At least it was your name he called out. His eyes are fully open now, looking at you. You smile and tip your hips up to encourage him to continue. Another moment passes and then he is buried inside you.

He’s moving slowly, almost hesitant. It’s been a long time since someone was in your bed who could initiate the dreamy fun of middle-of-the-night sex, and maybe Tech has never done this at all, considering he rarely even falls asleep in your bed. Would he have slept in others’?

But it feels so good. So nice. So satisfying. His body is against yours, his strokes long and careful, and when he fills you, he presses in just a little more, and you murmur at the pleasure of it. You could do this all night, whispering encouragement in his ear, telling him how you never want this to stop, how good it feels. You squeeze yourself around his cock, gratified to hear him make a small sound of satisfaction, moving your hips to meet him. Your arms wrap around him, feeling those strong muscles in his back, feeling his ass tighten as he pushes into you.

He’s different, his breath catching more right now than when he is pounding into you. He hooks your leg over his arm, finding an angle to be deeper into you. He stays like this, rolling his hips against you as you moan in ecstasy.

Eventually, he has to stop, holding himself still as he tries to control himself, but you can tell he’s close. You move under him, tightening around him in tantalizing pulses, pressing him into you, not letting him collect himself enough to halt his body.

“Wait,” he whispers to you. “I will finish too soon.”

“No,” you answer. “I want you to come.” You keep moving against him, feeling his resolve giving way.

“But you…you have not…”

“It’s okay. This feels so good. I don’t want to change it. Come in me like this.” And you want him to lose a little of his usual control. He looks into your eyes before giving in.

His pace picks up slightly, as you push against him, your fingers raking along his back, your teeth finding his shoulder. His lips are to yours, muffling his moan as he starts to come, pumping inside of you.

You cry out in shared bliss, holding him tight, your legs wrapped around his, riding every wave, until his face is nuzzled against your own, his breaths against your neck.

*

You lie on his chest, his arm around you. You thought he’d fall right back to sleep, but you can feel the wakefulness in his body. You stroke your fingers against his chest, then absentmindedly lick his nipple.

“Mmph,” he groans in surprise, catching your hand in his. He turns his head slightly to you. “I feel that I have left a task incomplete.”

“Tech,” you laugh. “I’m not an item on a checklist…or are you concerned about your perfect record?” He rolls his eyes, but you can tell you’re partly correct. “Do I seem any less satisfied to you than at other times?” He has no response. “Then leave it…Or leave it til morning. Let me just enjoy this.” You feel his body relax slightly in acquiescence.

Yes, you want to soak this up. A few hours of soft Tech, with sex no less intense or satisfying because he wasn’t rough with you – with his strong, naked body against you, and his attention not diverted by his datapad. You don’t want to fall asleep yet, but slowly his warmth and steady breathing lull your eyes to close.

In the morning, he ticks off that final box on his checklist before he leaves.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Content: idk now to tag these, haha, but it's got kissing, touching all over, unprotected P in V, healthy communication... that's about it? ;)

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You couldn’t believe all that lay before you. You’d never have fathomed that fate would be so kind as to bring you someone like Tech. Through years of friendship and a deepening affection, you’d slowly learned what it was to love, to connect across differences and deeply enjoy the shared interests and approaches. And now, after long-awaited confessions and a fully-developed relationship, you’d made a commitment to each other, a sacred vow to become one.

And now, the soothing summer breeze grazed through the windows of the secluded cabin you found yourselves in. After the local ritual, you’d celebrated with your closest friends, although you’d call them family. It was a whole new part of life that was opening up to you, and you approached it with excitement, the complete trust and intimacy allowing the trepidations to fade into the dark. A large, hand-hewn wooden bed nearly filled the main room, which was on the second story and offered lush views of the forest as well as the nearby creek and mountains. The sheets were unfathomably soft, tucked neatly beneath a comforter so fluffy that you could have sworn it was a cloud. And on the other side of them lay Tech. 

He was beautifully tanned, divinely sculpted in lithe fitness, and naked from the waist up with the rest lying in mystery beneath the light, silky sheet. His thin lips were curved in a gentle smile, head tucked into a hand propped up on an elbow. You stood sheepishly across the bed from him, in the white lingerie you’d selected – thin shoulder straps holding up a tiny dress that hugged your chest and waist. The satin fabric was shimmery and soft, almost ethereal in the flattering way it covered and complimented you. 

“I am not unaware of your physical attractiveness, especially in this sultry little ensemble, but I feel a great need to confess that the joy radiating from your face is utterly captivating me at the moment,” Tech declared, gazing at you with warmth and affection. You felt as though you might burst, and a simultaneous shiver ran across your body. Tech was someone who, once he had made up his mind about the way he felt about any particular thing or the next positive course of action, approached it with the most diligent preparation possible. He absorbed information at superhuman speed, devouring anything and everything he could to equip himself, and any potential wavering of his confidence or decisiveness was never to be seen once his mind was made up. So the thought of what awaited you this evening made your head spin. 

“I don’t know what to say,” you admitted with a grin, pulling back the covers to crawl into the bed next to him. “I just can’t believe we’re here.”

“Mm,” Tech agreed, hand twitching where it rested on the outside of the sheets on his hip. “It is most agreeable. No, that is an understatement. There is a better adjective.” 

“Sublime!” you laughed, feeling giddy with bliss. To have been enamored with his intelligence and have also captured his heart made you feel like the luckiest creature in the galaxy. The distasteful exhale through his nostrils continued your giggles as he fixed you with a mockingly critical expression. Your shared love for words in all their forms had been the source of many a feisty conversation and inside joke. 

“We can complete our search for the appropriate diction later,” he returned with the hint of a smirk. “I believe something else is expected tonight.” His tone was unreadable, causing you to immediately feel anxious and conjure up a million questions and doubts in a split second. 

“We don’t have to do anything!” you said quickly. “You know that!”

“I am well aware, love,” Tech answered, shifting forward slightly to brush his fingers lightly along the forearm you had tucked along your front, holding the sheet against your chest. Your chest blossomed with warmth at his words. The subtle smolder in his eyes was causing an entirely different sensation. “If I have been accurately assessing our physical progress, I would posit that we are both in agreement. However, if I have surmised incorrectly, there is of course no pressure on you in any way, real or perceived.”

You swallowed, heart racing in your throat, “No… I… em… I’m really excited. I just…” You paused, relishing his gentle strokes on your arm. “Well, you know I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

“I believe the concept is quite simple–”

“Not that,” you laughed, knowing he was pulling your leg with his deadpan humor that had such razor-sharp wit that it went over most people’s heads. He perpetuated others’ perceptions of him ad absurdum until it was really he who was toying with them. Their flustered explanations and increasing dysregulation brought him a moment of mirth when he was in the mood for it. It was something you’d grown to spot right away and had been the source of many nights of laughter during social situations and family gatherings.

“Well then I do not foresee any issue,” Tech answered with a smile that flitted across his face. 

“I know. It just… I can’t just flip a switch and be all sexy all of a sudden.”

“The primary objective as far as I understand it,” he began, scooting forward to bring himself an hand’s length away from you. “Is to enjoy the leisurely exploration of one another with vulnerability and intimacy. I do not expect some kind of show. I am…” he paused, eyes growing slightly more intent, “I am simply looking forward to knowing you in a new way.”

You bit your lip, a wave of tingles running through you. That wasn’t what you had expected, but nothing could have been more perfect. He moved his hand to your side, nestling it against the curve of your waist beneath the sheet. You were lost for words.

“However,” he continued, “I do understand that there is a significant shift in cognitive function that might seem daunting. I believe this is one scenario in which the bodily sensations might effectively lead the mind rather than attempting to make it comply by sheer willpower. So if you feel any apprehension, perhaps you could allow me to test that theory.” 

“For science,” you murmured, electrified at his touch as he lifted his hand to your cheek, brushing a thumb along the cheekbone before cupping his fingers along your jaw and neck. He shifted forward, dropping his lips to yours in a warm, soft, chaste kiss. You’d gotten pretty worked up together before, many times, but you had a habit of overthinking things, and something about the long-awaited anticipation was making you needlessly concerned. It did begin to melt immediately as Tech tilted his head, deepening the kiss with firm lips and pulling you against his chest. 

He was so warm, so strong, and you could feel the passion beginning to build. Your own arm wrapped around him, fingers pressing into the small of his back as you slid your tongue along his. You’d never get enough of the way he tasted, the way his increasingly strong exhales would tickle, the occasional jab of a rim of his goggles before he took them off. Your mouth met his again, tongues caressing before you pulled away with a gentle suckle of his lower lip. The tiny shudder that always earned from him gave you an endless source of glee, and you smiled against him as he continued to kiss you. 

His hand slid down the side of your neck, tracing the edge of your collarbone before dropping to your waist again, pulling you ever closer. You buried your fingers in his hair, splaying them between goggle straps and tufts of his brown locks, and felt your stomach flip as his kisses got messier and hungrier. The backs of his fingers grazed across a breast, teasing the already-stiff nipple thinly sheathed by the silky fabric, and you inhaled sharply. They continued down, across your stomach, barely skipping over your mound to finish up the side of your thigh. He was so intentional, so patient and strategic, that he always had you chomping at the bit right away. It wasn’t fair, as he seemed to maintain such composure with a perfect amount of matching desire. 

“Your lips are so soft,” he said quietly, pulling back slightly to regard you and to brush the hair back from your face. “The scent and taste of you is intoxicating to me.” He gently invited you to lie flat on your back, tracing idle fingers from your chin to your chest, right down the middle of your stomach and along the other thigh. “The response of your body to my touch creates an immense intimacy between us,” he continued, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“Geez, Tech,” you breathed, aflame with hunger already. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, slipping a single finger beneath the strap over one of your shoulders. Following it down the side of your arm, he gave it one last tug and your breast spilled out into his gentle hand. Repeating the process on the other side after a teasing caress, your chest rose and fell with excited breaths as the cool night air kissed your bare skin. He traced along the underside of a breast, finishing with a calculated squeeze of the nipple that sent a jolt of energy right to your core. 

When he leaned over to kiss your chest, you tipped your chin up in complete bliss, catching hints of whispered affection as his lips moved. One hand massaged a breast as he placed his mouth tentatively over the other, leaving it with a warm, tingly kiss before pulling away. You shifted your weight, pressing the side of your thigh against his hardening length, the feel of which was sending waves of nervous excitement over you. The steady increase of your responsiveness gave Tech a heady feeling of ardent warmth, and he lifted his head to gaze at you again. You couldn’t help but smile, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a shiver that ran across your body as he caressed a cheek once again. 

“I think you were right,” you whispered, eyes sparkling with affection as you sat up slightly to prop yourself up on an elbow. You didn’t even need to refer to what specifically – his mouth was already curving in a slightly smug grin. 

“I am seldom wrong,” he returned, and you giggled in pure delight, cupping his face and pulling him to you again. Your lips met his, a little more sloppily this time, and your fingers ran through his brown hair, catching on the strap of his goggles. With an apprehensive focus on his response, you carefully slipped the golden lenses off of his face, reveling in his beautiful vulnerability as you set them off to the side. 

“You are everything I ever could have dreamed of,” you said quietly, blushing slightly at the cheesiness of your words as you stroked a hand along the side of his face. His eyes were closed, cheeks gently curved in contentment, and he let out a breath. 

“Statistically, I find that highly unlikely,” he murmured, earning another chuckle from you. He slowly opened his luminous amber eyes, finding your gaze and sending another wave of tingles down your spine. 

“Statistics be damned,” you answered, leaning into him suddenly for more of those soft, sensual kisses that made you dizzy and desirous all at once. A shift of your limbs brought your bodies together, pressed closely from head to toe, and a breathy sigh escaped your lips. He was lying on his side as well, and you draped a leg over his, immediately noting the exhilarating sensation of his cock between your legs. The silky underwear was the only thing between you, and the cool smoothness enhanced the feeling. 

Now it was your turn to let your hands roam, relishing the curve of his back, the plumpness of his butt, and the hair on his thigh as you stroked as far as you could reach before coming back up slowly. He was kissing you still, tilting his head and opening his mouth to glide his tongue against yours and experiment with careful nips with his teeth. As you drew your hand back upward, you traced the front of his stomach, feeling him tense, and brought your palm to a rest on his chest, right above his racing heart. 

You relaxed onto your back again, immediately followed by him leaning over you, slipping his hand beneath your silky top as his mouth wandered from yours to your ear and down the side of your neck. Heavy kisses were punctuated by more suggestive licks and short drags of his teeth against your skin that made goosebumps erupt in their trail, and he pulled your shirt up and over your head, freeing you from it entirely. His hand was warm on your stomach, fingers splayed as he slid it back up to a breast, cupping it more firmly now. The quiet rumble from him at the heady sensation made you arch your back into his touch, and you slipped your arm beneath him to wrap it around his back, raking your fingernails down his spine. 

His breaths were growing heavier, tickling your collarbone as he nuzzled close against you, gliding his hand down your stomach again and grazing your mound over the satin underwear. It was tantalizing, the way he caressed a thigh and then stroked a single finger along the edge of the panties, just barely slipping beneath them to tease the skin beneath. He lifted his face from your neck and leaned it against your own for a moment as his touch roved up the middle of your underwear, his own arousal growing at the unmistakable wetness he was met with as you subtly bucked your hips toward him. 

You felt dizzy with lust as he slid his hand under the silky waistband for a feather-light trace of your folds. You gasped at the heat and electricity that bloomed between your legs, pressing your face against his and sharing the same air, losing yourself in the scent of his breath and the gentle, blissful sensation of his touch. He stroked you again, more firmly this time, with a finger sinking a little deeper as he caressed your entrance from bottom to top, and when he found your clit, lingering for a second with a leisurely circling motion, you inhaled sharply, reaching down with your own hand between the two of you and brushing the backs of your fingers against his erection. 

You were tentative and a little clumsy, wrapping your fingers around his length and softly running them from base to tip. He shuddered again, and you turned your face to meet his, losing yourself in his kisses as the two of you stroked one another. You were a wet mess of desire between your legs, and his own excitement was evident as you ran your hand over his tip, gathering the leaking arousal and gliding it back down across his silky skin. You were both breathing hard now, kissing fervently as though it were the anchor that held you together as you explored one another, and finally, he could hold back no longer. 

He pulled back, rearranging himself to climb on top of you, settling himself between your legs with his strong thighs pressed against them. His arms were on either side of your head, holding him up just enough to avoid crushing you but allowing his entire body to fit against yours. You both radiated heat and desire, and you turned your head to kiss his forearm, gripping his wrist with your hand as he dipped his head to kiss your breasts again. You were aching between your legs, all kinds of bold invitations floating through your mind but finding yourself too shy to vocalize any one of them out loud. But the attunement between the two of you was amazing, and the body language was unmistakable as you writhed against one another, hands and lips hungrily appreciating every inch they could reach. 

When he took a nipple into his mouth again, tingles radiated everywhere, and as he released it with a tiny smack of the lips, he tilted his hips to press his cock against your entrance. You couldn’t hold back the needy sigh, and when he gently rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heart beating against your own as your chests came together. Carefully, precariously, he pressed himself against you, and his head sank into your folds with a hot smoothness that had you seeing fireworks. He paused, lifting his face a tiny bit to gauge your reaction, but you buried your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer in unspoken encouragement. 

He continued, lowering inch by inch and biting back a quiet groan as you stretched around him. When his hips met your own, you were reeling from the incredible sensation of his cock filling you perfectly, sinking in so deep and staying still as you adjusted to it all. You slipped your legs around his own, reveling in the way you were completely connected, entwined with one another in blissful completion, and you tipped your chin forward to kiss him on the lips. 

“Please stop or adjust at any point,” Tech whispered, his voice husky with self-restraint. He, too, was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and stimulation, fighting back the urge to analyze and process it all. But he could feel his instincts fighting just as hard, washing over him with a primal hunger and ardent desire. You nodded against his cheek, sucking in a cool breath of air as he began to move slowly. The way his cock dragged against your walls was euphoric, and he pulled almost all the way out, pausing for a moment before carefully gliding back in. 

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, unable to put any of it into words. You caressed the back of his head, his neck, the curve of his shoulder, and gripped his muscular thigh and buttcheek. It was impossible to get enough of him, and as he painstakingly moved in and out of you, allowing you to grow accustomed to the way you fit together, you found yourself feeling disproportionately feral in your desire for him to express himself more decisively. Your strokes grew heavier, and your writhing against him beckoned him to meet your passion with more of his own. 

He nestled one hand against the back of your neck, cupping the base of your skull with tender affection and a touch of firmness as he began to thrust more quickly. He could feel his climax flying at him at breakneck speed, simultaneously panicking at the lack of time to do all the things he’d read about in preparation. Your complete surrender to his touch and the way you gasped and sighed as though he were fulfilling your every fantasy was absolutely intoxicating to him, making him feel as though he were hurtling through hyperspace without a ship. He slowed his movement, concerned to be done too quickly and without you enjoying an orgasm of your own, and you opened your eyes in slight confusion, tilting your head in silent query. 

“I believe I am too close,” he confessed, and you smiled, overwhelmed with affection. 

“Don’t stop,” you invited. “We’ve got plenty of time for… everything else…” You knew from experience that he had no trouble whatsoever getting you off with his fingers alone, and right now the anticipation of him coming inside of you was too great to resist. 

“But you–”

“Later,” you insisted, pulling him closer with your legs wrapped around his own. “I want you… now…” you admitted, sheepishness significantly muted by the animalistic craving you felt. It seemed to goad him into action, soothing his concerns and allowing them to take a back seat, and you reveled in his tensing muscles as he began to move again. A low groan escaped as he sank into you deeply, bottoming out with an exhilarating grind of his pelvis against yours. You sank your fingers into the flesh on his hip, gripping his hair with your other hand, and curved your back to angle yourself to meet his thrusts. Incoherent whimpers of affirmation fell from your lips as he picked up speed, his lithe body wrapped around yours as his cock drove into you again and again. A light sheen of sweat was coating him now, and the heavy scent of passion on top of all the other sensations was making you deliriously happy. 

You kissed him deeply for a second before he broke away for air, leaning the side of his face against yours as he thrust hard and fast. There were a few sudden pangs of pain here and there as he moved, causing you to shift your hips in clueless adjustment, but his increasing sense of reckless abandon was so insanely hot that you soon forgot all about it, losing yourself in him completely as he released his strictly-maintained control over mind and body. When his climax crashed over him with powerful force, his ragged breaths and erratic motion made your heart sing, and your own sounds of satisfaction and encouragement joined with his. 

He took a long time to slow down, breathing hard and continuing to press himself into you again and again, reveling in the mind-blowing delight of your silky walls against his cock. His hot release only enhanced the sensations, and as he finally came to a halt, resting against you in utter bliss, you both lay in rapturous disbelief, completely connected in soul and body. You could feel the residual throbs inside of you as you caressed the back of his head with so much love you thought your heart would burst. His disarmed vulnerability and panting breath filled you with joy, and you gently slid one leg along his, vibrating from head to toe with the exhilaration of him lying against you. 

When he finally took a deep breath and pulled out slowly, you couldn’t help but shudder. You felt so fulfilled, so incomprehensibly whole, and you were entirely unbothered by the ticklish leak of his release between your legs as the two of you snuggled up together. The scent of sweat and musk and sex was heavy in the air, and you felt aglow with pleasure even without an orgasm of your own. It was all just… so much… and you wanted to commit every single second and detail to memory. As he nuzzled into the side of your face, radiating blissful adoration, you took his hand in yours, entwining your fingers and nestling both hands between you where they lay against each of your racing hearts.

“I love you,” you whispered, giddy with joy. 

“And I you,” Tech answered, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

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You’d never expected to find yourself in this position when you and Tech first fell in love. But he was someone who, even if opposed to something initially, dove in fully-equipped with every possible bit of related information if he decided that he did not oppose it any longer. So when he’d decided to kiss you, he’d done it with a sudden confidence and passion that had left you weak in the knees. It had continued as your relationship deepened, and the way he would bring a newly inspired energy each time you had sex had you absolutely wrapped around his finger.

Which, apparently, he liked.

And you did too, he noted.

That’s what made him so unbelievably good in bed. It was the greatest secret you ever could have discovered. His exceptional mind was attuned to every sigh and moan, every arch of your back, and he constantly adapted his endeavors to your pleasure.

He now had you on your back at the edge of the bed, legs folded over his shoulders as he leaned above you, sinking into you again and again at the angle that made you breathe his name in an increasingly high-pitched whine. Expert fingers tantalized your nipples, one temporarily replaced by a playful tongue that sent shivers down your spine as he freed your legs to his sides to more fully flatten on top of you. Your fingers searched for him, digging into his hair and tightening with near desperation around chunks of hair.

“Sorry,” you whispered suddenly, realizing how hard you had clenched, but his honey brown eyes had a ravenous gleam to them as he regarded you from his beautifully vulnerable, goggle-free face.

“Do not apologize, my love,” he murmured, lowering his head to tenderly kiss the front of your shoulder as he slowed his pace to match the shift in mood. “I quite enjoy it when you express yourself so passionately.” Tech pulled back to regard you thoughtfully, as though conducting a brief analysis, then tested a hypothesis. He stood up straight, staying inside of you, and leaned back to press your legs close, then lowered them gently, rolling you onto your side and resting your bent knees on the bed, stacked together. Strong hands pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, his voice husky now, “Come here, beautiful. You feel so incredible for me.”

Your gasp confirmed his suspicions, and the delight on his face was undeniable. He bent over you again, thrusting more intensely as your noises grew louder, and you flung one arm over your head, gripping the sheets tightly in sheer bliss. He rumbled his pleasure, grasping one bouncing breast with a firmer hand now, “Hmm, that’s my good girl.”

“Holy fuck, Tech,” you moaned, as he leaned down to tip your chin toward him with his other hand.

“Ah, it would appear that praise is particularly effective for you, isn’t it, my sweet pet…” he murmured against your lips, caressing your cheek before pulling back. “You look so delicious like this,” he continued, as you tried to regain some sense of reality from the absolute dream you were in.

“Tech… I… ah…” your words dissolved as he moved against you, sliding in and out with incredible friction, enhanced by your side-lying position with your legs close together.

Tech and #4, GN!Reader, NSFW, 420 words 🥴

He’d been at it for over half an hour, enthusiastically sharing the copious details he’d discovered in your collection of data cards from your travels. You thought you’d seen it all when he first found them, but as he delved into your biological records of flora and fauna, his face was positively radiant, and you knew better than to try to hint at bedtime cause it would go right over his head when he was so immersed.

Hands slid over his shoulders from behind his chair.

Lips pressed against the side of his head, his ear, his neck…

A tiny shiver, a loving kiss to your forearm, but the exploration continued. You quite literally dragged him to his bedroom, datapad in hand, while he eagerly shared about spores and stamen. He tucked into bed in his clothes.

You took all yours off.

The sheets were rumpled at your feet as you stretched out luxuriously on your side to allow the soft glow of night to illuminate your curves.

Fingers caressed beneath the hem of his shirt, grazing the slope of his hip toward his leg, then tantalizing along the waistband of his lounge pants and underwear. You could feel his muscles tense, and a sharp inhale revealed that he was responding, at least subconsciously. Yet he continued spewing facts and figures until you could wait no longer.

“Tech. I’m literally naked in your bed and you’re still talking about work?”

The honey brown owl eyes that met yours were endearingly shocked, roving from your smile to the rest of you, laid suggestively before him.

“Ah.”

The datapad screen went off. His shirt went off. Pants went off. And then he was on you, radiating heat, sighing as you sank your fingers into his hair and pulled him into your kiss. Skin slid against skin, praises moaned as the intensity grew. Cresting waves of pleasure washed over you as his mouth explored yours, your neck, your chest. Hands stroked, grasped, appreciated until you cried out his name, losing yourself in his passion as he sank into you again and again, chasing his own release. It wasn’t long until his face pressed against yours, a groan escaping his lips as he climaxed.

Caresses and whispered affections carried you both into a sleepy afterglow, basking in the scent and warmth of your love. Deeply contented, you planted one last kiss on his lips before rolling over to sprawl out.