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"No, no, no... Wrecker's definitely a top. Nothing would arouse him more than guiding you and taking care of you however you needed. Hunter is the switch," you argued, taking another sip of your mixed rum. "He'll fuck you like an animal one day, then the next, he'll be on his back, hands tied above his head, begging for you to let him cum."
"I.. wait, that's not.. uh... Fuck. I won't say anything," Hunter murmured. "I'm your Sergeant and I don't even have a response to that." His dark face began to turn red and he took a big swig of his beer to hide it.
Crosshair smirked and his gaze swept over the squad sitting around the bar table. "I'm a top. Care to discuss?"
"Nope," Echo replied. "We know you'd hate to be on your knees, unless you were teasing someone, of course."
He nodded and threw back the shot of whiskey in his hand. He seemed to bite back the burn, but smiled at everyone with pride anyway.
"As for me," Echo continued, "I'll admit I'm a switch. For obvious reasons, I can't exactly receive, but I'll give dominantly or submissively depending on the mood."
79's was quite busy that night, but you were grateful that the blurred commotion around the whole bar drowned out the inappropriate tipsy conversation you were having with your squad. You had only been training with them for a few weeks, but in those few weeks, you learned a lot about them.
For one, they definitely felt comfortable in sharing their intimate thoughts with you, and more than once, each of them had admitted they felt attracted to you. It didn't bother them and it didn't really bother you, so you were all able to confide in one another about almost anything. Apparently, that included who enjoys what during sex.
You haven't done anything with any of them.. yet. You've kissed and cuddled and have come close to makeouts and more intimate activities, but whenever they had a hard-on, you always excused yourself to allow them to take care of themselves, even if they asked you to stay. It seemed to be the best thing to keep away from actually fucking them, just in case. After all, you were one girl surrounded by five guys. There would be jealousy if things got real, even though you loved them all equally.
"Hey, you okay?" Hunter's deep voice brought you back from your dazed thoughts. "You haven't had too much to drink have you?"
"Huh? Nah, I'm fine."
"We wanted to know what you thought of Tech. What's his deal?" he asked before waving another round to the waiter.
Tech looked up from his datapad and adjusted his goggles. "I would appreciate it if you refrained from making erotic assumptions about me."
"He's..." you trailed off, thinking hard. His personality was hard to file down into the three categories.
"I say bottom!" Wrecker interrupted. He chugged his beer and slammed the empty tankard on the table. "You know he's a total nerd, right? He wouldn't know what to do with himself!"
Hunter raised his hand slightly. "Now hold on. He's a genius. He would know exactly what he's doing and how to do it. He knows the weak points. Tops are good at that."
"Then again, you've got to have the hunger of a top," Crosshair added. "He doesn't exactly seem like he's got it."
"So he's a switch?" Echo tilted his head.
Tech growled loudly and slammed the remains of his vodka against the table, drawing everyone's silent attention to him.
"I said not to discuss that," he snapped. "I do not want to be a part of this."
You nodded to him and met gazes with the others before polishing off your drink. "Alright. We'll drop it. But not before you all guess my role."
The waiter returned with a few more beers, shots of whiskey, and two more glasses of rum. Everyone reached for their favorites, though you were surprised to see Tech snatch up the other glass of rum, taking a drink from it to claim it before focusing on the last of his vodka.
Wrecker spoke first. "You're a bottom! Definitely."
"Everyone is a bottom to you, Wrecker," Crosshair pointed out. "Then again, everyone is submissive to me, too."
Echo rested his head in his hand and looked you up and down and sighed. "You're a switch. You can be pretty dominant, as much as you are submissive. That's what I would think, anyway." Hunter nodded in agreement.
You licked your lips slowly after another sip. They were all watching you, except for Tech.
"I think you're all a little right. I like what I like. You will just have to be patient if you want to learn that much about me," you answered with a cheeky smile.
The others sighed with mild disappointment. They continued to drink without any more questions though. You could tell that Echo and Hunter were reaching their limit, a bit more tipsy than they would've liked, but Crosshair and Wrecker were tolerating the alcohol just fine. Even you were starting to feel fuzzy from the rum you've been enjoying.
You hadn't been focusing on Tech all that much until now. He didn't say much before and only spoke to shut you all up. Now he was already three-fourths of the way down his next drink. His cheeks were as red as the others' beneath his goggles. As long as Wrecker or Crosshair remained at least sort of sober, you would all be going home safe. He was still swiping away at his datapad, his gaze unbroken, and you decided to break his silence.
"Tech, what's so important on that datapad of yours that you can't talk with us for one night?"
He instantly shut it off and placed it on the table, hiding his suspicion by swallowing the rest of his drink. "Research."
Hunter tilted his head at his brother. "What kind of research? You want to share your findings with your squad?"
Tech shook his head. "No. I am not finished with this report yet. N-Now if you will excuse me, I.. need to.. uh.. go to the.. refresher."
He stood up unsteadily, grabbed his datapad, and fled toward the hallway in the back of the bar that led to the restrooms. The others shrugged, too focused on other things to give him another thought. They continued their conversation with different kinks and who was into what. You nodded along, but you couldn't stop glancing at the back corner of the bar.
Is he okay? I hope he's not getting sick.
You felt bad. Tonight was supposed to be a night of fun and relaxing after fighting for hours on end. Tech didn't seem like he was enjoying himself at all.
You stood up, holding onto the table for balance as the floor subtly spun around you. You addressed the rest of your squad.
"I think I'm gonna hit the refreshers too. Had a lot to drink, you know."
They all nodded dismissively. As you made your way across the bar, you could feel their eyes burning into the back of your neck. Whether or not it was the alcohol in your veins or your teammates' gazes and previous conversations, your body felt hot and your legs felt weak.
You entered the hallway and looked between the signs on the two closed doors: Men and Women. You were surprised to see a women's refresher in a clone bar, but you focused on the other side. As you were about to reach for the knob to the men's room, you heard something coming from inside. It was a muffled sound, but there was no mistaking it: Moaning.
You knocked on the door.
"Tech...? Are you in there?"
You heard the sounds stop immediately, as if he held his breath. Then you heard him speak shakily.
"Y-Yes. Do you need s-something?"
"I just.. wanted to make sure you were okay," you answered. "You were drinking more than you usually do."
"And as were you," he replied. "You are just as tipsy as the others. B-But no. I am fine. I.. uh.. just require a few more minutes."
You were not convinced. He sounded like he was trembling. You reached for the handle and turned it. It was unlocked.
"Tech, I'm coming in," you said gently.
"No, wait!"
You had already pushed the door open and stepped inside. Tech was leaning against the far wall next to the sinks, stripped down to nothing. His armor was in pieces on the floor and his blacks were piled at his feet. His back was pressed up against the cool tiles as he pumped his hand eagerly around his hardened cock. He was staring at you with terror in his eyes.
His other hand held his datapad, and on it was a nude of yourself. You remembered taking that picture. A few missions ago, you all stayed in an inn, courtesy of the people you rescued. In your room, there was a full-sized mirror on one wall and you couldn't help but admire yourself in it, taking a few pictures with your own device. How they got to Tech's datapad, you were unsure of.
He groaned at seeing you walk in and attempted to hide his device with his hips, which were bucking upward to increase the sensations.
"Tech? What was that?" you asked, shocked to see him like this. You reached backward and clicked the knob to lock the door, just in case anyone else decided to walk in on him.
"I... It is you..." he murmured, looking away from you but still keeping his rhythm steady. He spoke quickly to get his thoughts out before he lost track of his explanation. "I copy all of the files from several of our devices to my datapad so I have a complete archive of any and all of our documentation.. and yours just happened to have these photos... I can't.. I mean, you look so good, in front of the mirror like that.. I just... I want— Fuck..."
His face was red. You didn't want to embarrass him any further, so you turned to leave.
"I don't care, Tech. Really, it's okay. I'm just glad you're alright. You should probably go into one of the stalls, though, in case anyone else needs to come in here. I'll just leave you be and—"
"No! Wait, please," he snapped. "It is not enough, cyare. I need.. more."
You stopped and looked over your shoulder. He had never called you that before. Though you understood it was a meaningful nickname, you were surprised to hear Tech speak in Mando'a. You tried to shake it off.
"We can always order more drinks. I think we've had enough, though."
Tech hissed as he let go of himself and pushed himself off of the wall. He stepped toward you, backing you up so your own back hit the wall. He stood so close to you. His eyes were dilated beneath his goggles and he smelled of liquor and sweat. His cock was close to brushing against your own armor. He held himself steady with one hand on the wall over your shoulder.
"I need you," he murmured. "Been watching you all night.. swiping between these few pictures. The alcohol does not.. make it better... It burns."
"Tech.. I..."
A million thoughts raced through your dizzy head. You understood what he wanted, but you had your doubts.
How drunk is he right now? He's less precise with his words... Will he even remember this? I'm a little tipsy too... How is he going to feel after this? What will it be like? What would the others think?! I can't do this to him... He just has to sort it out on his own...
As you stammered to answer him, he closed the gap between you two, pushing his body against yours and planting a hungry kiss against your lips. His lips moved synchronously with yours as he made haste to shove his tongue inside your mouth. Soft moans and whimpers escaped his throat as he pushed further. While your brain demanded you fight back and leave him to his own business, your body stayed still, receiving his love almost just as greedily.
"Cyare," he murmured. "Please."
You shook your head. "Tech, I can't—"
He dropped his datapad on the floor without a care and wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. You could feel his cock push against the soft part of the armor covering your abdomen. He breathed shakily against your neck before planting a gentle, ticklish kiss on you.
"Do you feel that? You did this to me," he mumbled. He moaned softly with every little twitch of friction he felt on his sensitive skin. "Look so pretty. I want to fuck you. Show you that I am a top..."
You sighed under his touch. "Tech, if this is about that, we didn't mean to—"
"No," he growled. "I know you want to fuck me too, sweetheart. I can see it in that pretty face. You are probably.. so.. so aroused right now at the thought. You have my permission. Do I have yours?"
You paused. You'd admit it. You could feel your arousal leaking between your legs. You did want to fuck him. Your own buzz seemed to only intensify your feelings. He gave you permission. He needed relief, and if you don't take care of yourself soon, you'd be just as desperate. Your eyes darted around his face and you sighed. You could feel the tension in your body fade, giving in to him.
"Fuck it..."
"Hmm?"
"You love me, don't you?" you asked for the final confirmation.
Tech pulled away from you to stare into your eyes. "Yes, mesh'la. I do—" He groaned at the end of his words, obviously aching to get back to pleasing himself.
"Then fuck me like you mean it," you pushed.
His eyes widened beneath his goggles, but he only hesitated for a second before pouncing on you. His hands worked eagerly to pull off your armor and you fumbled with the rest. You threw off your top and he slid off your bottoms, leaving you just as nude as he was. He stopped to admire you. The pictures he had been staring at all night had come to life right in front of him.
His hands reached for your breasts, cupping them generously and sighing at the soft texture.
"You... So beautiful," he murmured. "I could look at you all day."
"You did."
He bent down slightly to take one into his mouth, expertly swirling his tongue around your nipple. This sent waves of a tingling sensation throughout your entire upper body. You could feel yourself twitch every time he grazed over your sensitive skin. He switched between the two, using his other hand to ease some of the ache building up in his cock.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Why is this door locked?! Maintenance?!" a clone's voice rang out from the other side. "Damn it. We'll have to either wait or use the other one."
Tech barely paid any attention to him. He attacked your breasts again, working to leave a hickey on your collarbone. "How I would love to take my time with you, cyare, but I do not think I can wait any longer. Let them hear us. That soldier outside the door is only fueling my arousal."
"You.. you've got kinks," you moaned as he left one more hickey on your neck.
He only moaned softly in response before he grabbed your shoulders and spun you around. His fingers immediately found their way to your warmth, gathering some of your slick as he inserted one, then two fingers inside. He pumped them a few times, feeling you out and eliciting a few quiet breaths from you. He pulled his fingers away and shoved you against the wall, further pushing his crotch against your ass. He teased your slick folds with his aching cock.
"I know every sensitive spot inside of you. I am going to make you feel so good..." he whispered close to your ear.
He planted his hands on your waist and snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself inside you completely in one movement. You fought to keep yourself from screaming, but you couldn't hide the erotic groan you let out as pain and pleasure washed over you. Your insides burned, slowly becoming accustomed to his size and the full feeling of something being inside you.
"Ah— Fuck! Cyar'ika!"
"T-Tech!" you barely choked out his name.
He hesitantly waited for a second, allowing you to grow used to him, but he impatiently began to rock his hips. His grip tightened on your waist as he bounced you on his cock in rhythm with his increasing thrusts. Your hands were stuck to the wall, using what's left of your strength just to hold yourself up and steady.
Hunter was right: Tech really did know what he was doing. With every thrust, he was hitting wonderful spots inside of you that sent waves of pleasure through your limbs. Every time his hips snapped against your ass, you moaned at the sound of his own grunts and panting. He whispered words of praise next to your ear as he tried to fuck you harder, faster, deeper.
"Fuck.. so g-good... You feel amazing, sweetheart," he moaned. "But.. it's not enough. Here, move your l-leg..."
Tech slowed his pace only to shift one hand beneath your thigh, lifting it up and holding it higher. His other hand left your waist and snaked around up your abdomen, past your stomach, and rested on your sternum between your breasts, pushing you closer to him. Your back was pressed against his chest, damp with sweat. You clawed against the wall to keep yourself steady as he began to desperately pound into you from that new angle.
You couldn't help but pant, whine, and gasp every time his length grazed your cervix. It felt so good. He was so needy, trying to reach as far into you as he could. Whether or not that greed stemmed from his drunkenness or his genuine love for you, you relished in his intimacy. He held onto you like his life depended on it, guiding your rhythm with his hand on your chest.
"So—Good—For—Me—A-Ah! I don't want to stop, my sweet," he hissed, trying to pick up his pace. "Could imagine fucking you in front of that mirror... I want you to watch me take you."
Your body was overflowing with pleasure. You even dropped one of your hands to your clit, working at it expertly in circles and further intensifying the feelings coursing though your body.
"There's'a mirror in here," you panted. "Over the sinks—"
He grunted and turned to look behind him. The counter where the sinks were mounted in was a perfect height. He smiled and pulled himself out of you, causing you to moan at the feeling. He dragged you over and shoved you against the counter, wasting no time to sheath himself again and instantly returned to his previous desperate pace. One hand held onto the little ledge beneath the mirror while his other hand pressed down on your lower back, holding you in place as he used you.
"Look up, cyar'ika," he grunted. "Watch yourself cum on me."
You raised your head and gazed into the mirror. He was hunched over you, claiming you as his with the way he fucked you. Your vision was blurry, but you could still see so much in the mirror. He was almost baring his teeth, mouth agape with pleasure. Little whimpers and moans escaped his throat as he watched you twitch and tremble beneath him with each thrust. Sweat glistened on his skin and through his foggy goggles, his eyes were only focused on you through the mirror.
The sounds of panting and skin-against-skin echoed throughout the room. If someone was standing behind the door, they would be able to hear everything. Neither of you cared though. Your fingers still massaged your clit, knowing exactly how to bring you close. Seeing Tech's movements and hearing his voice only edged you closer. You could feel him begin to stagger and grow sloppy with his rhythm. Your own body was growing tense, full of arousal and preparation for release.
"I know you are close," he groaned, saying your name along with it. "I can feel you t-tight.. tightening around my c-cock..."
"T-Tech!"
"That's it. You love this. Cum whenever you cannot stand it," he encouraged, snapping his hips against your body. "Be a g-good girl and cum for me—!"
As if it were a command, as if it were the will of the Force itself, his cock twitched and sent the final signal to your core. Your entire body collapsed, constricting him inside of you. Waves of pure pleasure pulsed through your body as you cried out his name. Your violent shivers, your trembling, and your moans pushed Tech to his limit, and he too cried out your name with an orgasm. With one final thrust, he sheathed his entire length into you, shooting his cum deep inside you as his own body shook with pleasure.
As you both came down from your temporary highs, you could feel your insides sucking against his throbbing cock. He pulled out quickly to avoid the overstimulation, leaving a little trail of your mixed arousal on the floor. No other sound filled the room but the satisfied panting of both of you. You remained leaning over the counter to regain your strength while Tech leaned against one of the solid walls of the stalls.
"Mesh'la," he whispered, staring at your wrecked pussy. "So pretty. So good."
"You're drunk," you murmured. "You'd never say these things."
"No, I am not drunk. Just tipsy... But you know I would say them anyway."
Your legs ached, but you were able to stand. You turned around to face him. His face was still just as red as before and his goggles were still foggy. His eyes were closed though and he grit his teeth together, like he was still trying to hold onto the feeling of your shared intimacy.
"Are you alright?" you asked softly, approaching him and resting your head against his heaving chest.
"I should ask you that," he answered. "Fuck.. I hope I have not hurt you."
"No, it's okay. I'm fine. You're amazing."
"Then I am fine too. I cannot get enough of you."
There was another knock on the door. You thought you recognized Echo's voice, but with how blurred your mind was, you couldn't tell if it was him or just another angry clone.
"Unlock the door! We know you're in there! There's more than one stall in there, you know!"
Tech sighed with irritation as he pushed himself away from the stalls. He swayed on his feet as he gathered up his blacks and armor and clumsily dressed himself. You did the same, though you didn't bother securing your armor completely. Your body was too hot to bear it.
"I'll stay in one stall so they don't know I was in here," you whispered.
Tech tilted his head at you before shrugging and unlocking the door. You locked yourself in the closest stall and stayed still.
"Took you long enough!" the clone snapped. "Honestly, why does this door lock anyway?! Have some courtesy, freak."
"My apologies—" you heard Tech stammer, but his voice trailed off as the door shut behind him.
He stomped inside and shut himself inside the stall next to you, mumbling curses. After you were certain he was settled, you raced out of your stall and exited the refresher. Tech was waiting for you in the hallway just outside the door. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
"I think we need to go back to the ship," he murmured. "My head is killing me."
You nodded. You grabbed his hand and led him through the crowds to your table. The others looked at you questionably.
"What took you so long?" Crosshair asked.
"Tech thought he was going to get sick, so I stayed with him. Even the toughest soldiers need some encouragement. Hunter, I'm sure you know that," you explained.
He shrugged, but eyed you two suspiciously. "Let's.. uh.. get going. If we stay any longer, we'll all be drunk."
The others sighed in agreement and started to head out single-file with Crosshair and Wrecker in the lead. Echo and Tech followed and Hunter brought up the rear behind you. You could hear him breathing in the air around you, deeply.
"You had sex in there, didn't you?" he murmured. "I can smell it all over you."
"H-Huh?! You're just as drunk as the others. Quit it."
"Don't worry. I won't say anything. I hope you know we've all got it for you, though. I don't need to be drunk to feel the same way he does."
You shivered. No one else spoke after that and you followed your group silently back to the Marauder. Everyone was quick to unravel on their racks and packed it in to sleep. You had your own space at the back of the ship and tucked yourself in. The only thoughts running through your dizzy head were the memories you just made in the bar's refresher.
"Goodnight," you heard Tech say above you. You tilted your head up to see him standing over you, just in his blacks. He quickly turned away and climbed up to his bunk.
It didn't take long for sleep to overtake you, and you slept soundly, now plagued with thoughts of your squad in all sorts of erotic scenarios.
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You woke up to a ray of sunshine covering your face and quiet clone chatter. Your head pounded, but you sat up from your makeshift bed on the floor and examined the hold. Tech, Hunter, and Echo were inside, having a discussion in front of the ship entrance. Their armor seemed bright and shiny in the light. While you couldn't see them, you could hear Crosshair and Wrecker outside, arguing or training or doing something else mischievous.
When you stood and approached your squad, Hunter grew quiet. The other two turned around to face you and you could see the goggled clone's body tense up. Blush immediately crossed over Tech's surprised face.
"Morning. What's the plan?" you asked, hoping to avoid any awkward conversations with Echo standing next to you.
Hunter cleared his throat. "We're going to Naboo. I'm not sure why, but we have orders to patrol the Senator's palace. Look it over for traps and such while she's here on Coruscant. I'm sure there are others who are perfectly capable of protecting the place, but I guess they want to take the extra precautions by sending us in."
Echo sighed. "Wrecker and Crosshair won't be happy about it. We should be out there fighting."
The Sergeant shrugged. "I'm not the one giving the orders. I'd rather be doing something else too, but this is our assignment. Should only take a day or two."
Tech said nothing. He stared at you the whole time, giving no hints as to what was going through his exceptional mind.
"I'll leave you two to chat. Brief her on the mission, Tech. Echo, we're briefing the boys," Hunter said, nodding to Echo and leading him off the ship. You two were left alone.
It seemed like forever before Tech looked away from you, shook his head, and sighed.
"I apologize... For what happened last night. I did not mean for us to engage in intercourse while intoxicated like that. The drinks—"
Your hand involuntarily found its way to his cheek, holding his face. He ever so slightly leaned into it and stopped talking.
"It's okay, Tech. I didn't exactly mean to give in like that, either. I wanted to give you another chance, but it just sort of.. happened. We were both a little out of our element. And I enjoyed it."
He lifted his hand to hold yours on his cheek, and he closed his eyes as if it were the last thing he'd feel for a long time. "I have been wanting to do something like that with you for a long time. I would have waited for a better time to ask you, though. Those circumstances were.. not ideal."
You let go of his face and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close to you. He raised his arms in surprise.
"If you meant what you said, then I don't regret a thing," you spoke softly.
"What I said? I can barely remember anything I said..."
"That you love me."
His arms faltered before wrapping around you securely, holding you where you stood. "Of course I love you. I mean that."
You sighed, feeling nothing but safety and comfort in his embrace. "Then I'm glad."
He sighed with relief, like a thousand-pound weight was lifted from his shoulders. He held onto you tighter. "I promise, I will make it up to you. I will do it right next time. If, of course, there is a next time. If you wanted to."
You nodded against him, feeling his hands gently massage your back and your head. "Yes. Of course."
He pulled away from you and nodded toward the entrance of the ship. "Come on. The others will be wondering what we are up to."
You started toward the light of the outside before Tech grabbed your wrist.
"And should our interactions become known to my brothers, I have no issues with it. I am well aware that they share my affections for you, and if you decide to explore your relationships with them, I have no issues with that either," he said. "You are free to talk to me about anything and everything, my sweet."
You nodded in understanding and even leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss. He smiled at you and gestured you forward. When you emerged from the hold into the light, the other four turned to gaze at you and Tech.
"I have something important to say," you announced, bounding down the steps.
"What is it?" Hunter asked, narrowing his eyes at you.
You smiled and nodded in Tech's direction. "Tech is a top. No doubt about it."