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It had been a lingering crush, for quite some time now that you think of it. But that was all that it was; a crush. You never expected Tech to go looking for something more or for you to actually get the guts to say anything about it to his face. You’ve had a few conversations with him, those that you savored and anything beyond that was wistful thinking. It didn’t help that since your promotion after passing the rankings test, that you were moved to working on the gunships and attack shuttles. So maybe you’ve bumped into the kind man a time or two more frequently because of it, and maybe he liked to give you tips on what needed tweaking, the interactions always leaving you feeling more flustered than the one before.
Elbows deep into the Omicron shuttle, you were lost in your thoughts as you were set on replacing some of the old wiring that looked like it had been drug through the frontlines and back. It was with the Maker’s luck the boys hadn’t had any issues arise from it yet. A sigh pulled its way from deep within your body, exhaustion sinking in easily but this ship was the last thing you had wanted to get done before crawling into bed. The hangar was completely empty and quiet aside from the occasional swear from you when you accidentally poked yourself on something. Quiet enough for you to be comfortable with the idea of nobody coming in and interrupting you, quiet enough for you to be so in your own head you didn’t hear the soft padding of boots coming up the ramp of the Havoc Marauder. It also didn’t help that your head and upper body were hidden in the paneling that the sound was muffled regardless, the lower half of your body sticking out and laying on the ground in the bridge. The hull had been hard on your back and hips, but the anticipation of being done after stripping one piece of wiring and connecting it with another was so close you didn’t mind it. That is until you dropped the connection piece, rolling away with the gentle slope of the bridge floor. You let your head flop down in frustration, groaning at yourself for a moment,
“I think you dropped this.”
The sudden disembodied voice caused you to startle, head connecting briefly with the metal above you,
“Oh--I’m so very sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just--”
Peeking out from your workspace, you were at the feet of none other than Tech, his words dropping off into nothing as he watched you extract yourself. You could have sworn his face warmed, but you brushed it off thinking nothing of it,
“Don’t worry about it, I was just trying to finish replacing the wiring on this thing, it was completely fried.”
Standing to meet Tech where he was, you pushed some stray hairs behind your ears, reaching to pluck the connector from between his fingers,
“You just what?”
Tech froze for half a second, his brain rebooting from where it had been before. The man constantly had eighty tabs running at all times and for some reason his browser was frozen. His brown eyes blinked owlishly at you before adjusting his glasses and glancing away, as if it would help him regain the train of thought he had lost previously.
“I just thought I forgot something. Back here, I mean.” The man was uncharacteristically choppy in his syntax, but it left you with a small smile gracing your lips before him,
“Forgot something? What was it? Maybe I could help you look.”
Tech was so, so close, much closer than he usually was when speaking with you. There were remnants of carbon scoring around the edges of his plastoid armor, leaving smudges wherever he touched his face to either remove his helmet or move his glasses. The dim lighting from the interior of the bridge left a warm glow upon Tech’s complexion and for just a brief moment, you withheld the beauty of it.
“I--”
You watched as Tech opened his mouth only to close it and furrowed his brow,
“I don’t remember.” He admitted more quietly, his gaze flitting between your eyes and mouth before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck,
“Maybe--”
You swallowed thickly as you glanced at his own lips, pink and more enticing than the pomegranates were to Persephone. Perhaps Tech would be the Hades that caused your downfall, a tumble into something more than anticipated.
“Maybe what?”
It was now your turn to be utterly breathless, current thoughts put on hold as you realized Tech had edged himself slightly closer, his face within reaching distance of your own. Deciding to take the leap of faith, you closed the gap and chased his lips into a chaste kiss. Tech was silent in the moments after, leaving you to wonder if you were perhaps too forward, heart sinking at the thought. But before you could open your mouth to apologize, he had met with your lips once more. His hands rose to cup your face ever so gently, as if you were some fragile thing he was afraid of breaking. He broke away with a dazed smile that displayed a small dimple on his chin you’ve not noticed before,
“Maker, I’ve been waiting to do that for far too long.”
Tech rasped into the quiet air before you hummed in agreement, pulling him in once more. The kiss warmed as Tech moved his soft lips against yours, greedily asking for more. You couldn’t help your descent as you gave in to your wanting, giving back so fervently, hands wandering up his plated chest as he pulled a quieted moan from within you. It ended too soon, you wanted more, you wanted to absolutely ravish him and you couldn’t help but frown as he pulled away once more,
“Is--is this alright? I don’t want to do anything without your explicit permission.”
Maker, he was sweet,
“Yes, Tech. I want you, I want all of you. Please.”
And with that, he was upon you, but with a hunger that couldn’t be satiated. Tech’s warm hands roamed over your shoulders before pulling you along with him backwards and you didn’t have half the mind to care about where he was leading you, descending further into the ship in which prying eyes wouldn’t be a problem.
Once you both were in the back of the hull, Tech couldn’t help but kiss along the column of your throat, his fingers fanning across the back of your head and lightly gripping your hair as he did so. It only coaxed more moans out of you, his hot mouth leaving light marks; the feeling setting you ablaze. One hand entangles itself in his hair, the woodsy scent of it faint, but pleasant nonetheless.
A low groan emits deep from within Tech as he lightly bites at the junction of your neck and shoulder, his other hand moving over to rub the apex of your thighs through the layers of clothing. You couldn’t help but grind back down on his hand, hoping for more friction as you feel Tech grin into your skin at the action. You almost cried out as he withdrew his hands momentarily to pull off his gloves before rubbing them up your sides, making their way to your chest. He then cupped your breasts, making small, articulated movements with his thumbs over your clothed nipples, hardening easily underneath his touch. You heard him swear under his breath as you keened at the touch. Stepping forward, Tech gently guided you back until your legs came into contact with a bunk, prompting you to sit. The height was just so that your hips were level with his, spreading your legs for Tech to slot himself easily between them, him pleasantly hard against your clothed core. With two fingers, Tech tipped the bottom of your chin up to enrapture you in a kiss, his spare hand working to unbutton your pants and quickly making its way down. With a pace that was careful and even, he worked small circles around your clit, your quiet whimpers a melody to his ears.
With your spare hand, you stifle a particularly loud noise that elicited from the motion. It has been a while since someone has touched you like this, too many nights spent thinking of a situation identical to this one, the real thing being far better than whatever your imagination conjured up during the late hours of the night. Tech’s fingers felt agonizingly slow as he teased with you,
“Don’t quiet yourself, I want to hear you, darling.”
He murmured low in your ear before inserting a thick finger, curling in such a way that had you gasping in his arms.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Can I taste you?”
Tech’s words had your throat running dry, the idea of it sounded like a dream. However, did he really want to see your body though? Sure, it had changed more than expected after you joined the GAR, but enough that you didn’t want to address it--or show it--to Tech. With your sudden pause, Tech pulled back to look at you with a puzzled look,
“Yes, I’d love that. Do you--do you think you could turn the lights off in the hull though?”
You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to step around the question more lightly than he normally might,
“Is there a particular reason as to why?” His voice was soft in tone, clearly trying not to overstep any boundaries,
“I just,”
You heaved a sigh and rubbed your forehead with a hand, “Nobody has seen my body in a while and I don’t like how it looks. I know it sounds dumb--”
“Hey,”
Tech leveled his eyes with yours,
“If you’re worried about it, there's a fair reason to be concerned about it. If anything, you’re absolutely entrancing the way you are. Besides--”
Pulling off his glasses, Tech blinked before continuing, “I’m completely blind like this.” At that, you gave him a shy exhale in relief, giving him the green light to continue what he had started. With that, Tech returned a reassuring smile before capturing you in yet another kiss, his hands making quick work of your pants and pulling them off, exposing you to him. With calloused hands, Tech gripped at your thighs and rubbed at them, the soft skin pliant beneath him. He kneeled down between your legs, kissing you softly on your legs and replacing the tenderness with a sharp bite on the skin. The remnants of Tech’s facial hair scratched lightly at your inner thigh as he kissed them, the bites having left you a little tense with baited breath in anticipation of his next move.
His breath puffed against your skin, the sensation only adding to the heat curling at the base of your spine. Once more, your fingers found themselves ensnared in his hair, the feeling prompting him to flatten the surface of his tongue against your slit, giving one long, slow lick from the bottom up to your clit. Upon reaching it, Tech wrapped his lips around it, sucking teasingly just to make you squirm. The feeling had you gripping his hair tightly in fists, thighs threatening to close on his face. The wet heat of his mouth had your heart thrumming beneath your skin, leaving you wanting more. A shiver trembled through your body as he continued to suck at your clit that had you moaning his name like an endless mantra that edged you up a precipice. Tech rolled your clit around in his mouth, making light circles with his tongue around the sensitive area. He flicked it a couple times with the tip of his tongue, the sounds escaping from you making him ever harder. Pressing his lips against your body, he groaned again, the rumble coming through his mouth against you. He took one hand to palm himself over his pants, unable to contain himself.
“F-fuck, Tech. I need you,”
You gasped out, unable to suppress the want in your voice. All other thoughts left your head, replaced with such desire that ignited your skin with fervent ministrations. Tech finally pulled himself back up, the dew of your lily lightly gracing his lips as he made quick work of the small pieces of armor and belt that separated the two of you.
“Maker--”
Tech muttered through clenched teeth, sucking in sharply as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock,
“You’ve been so good, haven’t you, my dear? Is this what you want?”
He gripped himself tightly at the shaft, angling it towards your slit and rubbing the head of it between your folds. As he let you rub against his cock, Tech leaned in towards you and began pressing his lips at the dips of your clavicle, gasping against your skin as he felt your wetness,
“You feel so, so good. You’re so gorgeous--”
Tech sighed into your skin as he rubbed the head against your clit. You felt your body become pliant underneath him, turning into soft clay beneath his hands, sculpting your body into what he wanted and needed for his own lustful desires. Desires that were leaving you more strung out by the second as he continued to toy with you, drawing your resolve as you arched up into him with a sharp, high moan,
“Please Tech,”
You let out a choked whimper, desperate for more than the sample Tech was offering,
“I want--need--you inside me, please.”
Knowing he was likely just as desperate as yourself, you pulled your thighs around his waist to draw him in closer. At that simple gesture, Tech pulled back just enough to press the tip of his cock into your entrance. He couldn’t help but shudder at the sensation, muttering swears under his breath as he slowly pushed his thick cock deeper into you. The fullness of him left you completely breathless as he pulled you in closer, resting his face into the crook of your neck, fingers buried into the nape of your head. Your noises became interlaced with whimpers as Tech slowly rocked his hips into your own.
“If this is too much--just tap on me, okay?”
Tech groaned as he gave a few shallow thrusts, ensuring you were accommodating well before picking up the pace rather quickly.
“‘S perfect...you’re perfect--fuck.”
You cried out to him as he absolutely rammed you on the bunk.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to ravish you like this? You look so beautiful taking my cock like this--shit--I used to dream about doing this to you.”
For as quiet as he can be, Tech is quite the mouthful when the timing is right. You almost completely lost yourself in the motion of being fucked, not caring how sloppy it got, just feeling how Tech stretched you and moaning in a higher register when you heard him babbling into your skin. It all felt so good, you didn’t want it to end as Tech reached between you two to roll two fingers over your neglected clit once more. At that, the warmth in you began to spread, causing you to gasp at the sensation. You could tell Tech was nearing his own undoing, feeling your walls tighten around him. All you could do was whimper in high pitched varieties of his name as he became more erratic in his movement. Tech wanted every aspect of you, always, forever, and in every position imaginable. He could feel his climax rising within him, so he slowed in speed, but increased in depth, thrusting deeply and roughly into you, causing his own legs to tremble as he did so. Moans fell from your mouth as he continued to ruin you in his own ship, the bunk feeling cool against your hot skin. The sounds that came from Tech--mouth and otherwise--sounded so lewd in such a tight space and almost felt louder than it really was. As soon as he starting toying with your clit with every thrust, the tight ball of warmth within you pulling tenser and harder each time he rubbed over it with calloused fingers,
"Fuck--Tech...so good...just like that--keep doing that,"
You wondered if he's done this before with other partners, if he's ever been this dangerously good with someone else. The sickening feeling of possessiveness taking root somewhere deep within your chest, wanting to keep him all for yourself as selfish as it sounded.
“Where--?”
“Inside, please--’s safe.”
Damn, the man even had the forethought to ask where you wanted him to cum, despite the haze he was currently in. With a particularly deep thrust, Tech had you crying out into his shoulder as you felt yourself come undone on him, spasms slightly shaking you as he continued to toy with you as you became more sensitive. Breathing heavily, Tech gave a final few thrusts before finally coming to his own release. His hands held you fast to his chest before relenting his grip and allowing you to pull away from him, only to be surprised when you cupped his own face to draw him in for a kiss. The two of you pulled away as you rested your forehead against his own, taking a moment to catch your breath before Tech pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. He took a second to squint at your face, then reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear,
“I’ll return in just a moment.”
Tech meandered off somewhere in the ship, accidentally bonking into a crate here or there in his blindness. Eventually he made it back with a washcloth in hand, presumably from the ‘fresher on board and attempted to help you clean up,
“Here, let me take care of it. I don’t want you tripping over more things than you already have. Thank you, though. I really appreciate it.”
Your eyes softened at the man before you, but it wasn’t like he could see it, though he definitely could tell from your voice alone. It was a valiant effort, though it was much easier and quicker when you just cleaned yourself up in the ‘fresher without a blind man trying to be sweet and help. When you returned, Tech had his glasses on once more, thankfully.
“Was it like your dream?”
You watched as Tech pinched his eyebrows together at the question before they sprang back up in surprise, his cheeks darkening into a deep rose color,
“Oh! Uh--better than it I suppose. I thoroughly enjoyed participating with you in person rather than my corporeal thoughts. However, I hope...I hope it can be more than just that.”
With that, you brushed a thumb over his cheek, your lips ticking upwards at their edges,
“I’d love that, Tech. I’ve had feelings for you for a while.”
Tech’s face is the epitome of utter joy, despite his efforts to tone it down a degree. You weren’t able to put your finger on it, but there was something about Tech that made him so incredible and you both felt lucky to have found the other.
Poor clone whoever had the unfortunate luck to sleep on it next after this. At the back of your mind, you knew Tech would think of this every time he would be back up in the ship, traveling somewhere in deep space on a mission with the rest of the Bad Batch. A memory that he alone would be able to savor when he would be with his squad.