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New year, new stuff coming up soon
For now grab this silly thing 😝
Yes I got myself very hooked with DanDaDan and I LOVE all of the characters
Ofc I got inspired to make something silly with it
So here it is. DanDaDan Bad Batch (plus one Black Butler, check pinned) AU…AKA, the AU where Tech looses his cock and balls and Hunter is a gyaru
Soo @inkyclone99 posted a little fun thing about Hunter being the batch's boyfriend aaand it sparked this idea in my head. I'm leaving you the link of that post at the end of this oneshot if you want to take a look at it!
Here we have a TECH / (trans) HUNTER fic. It's playfull and dirty, hope you like it!
Xx, Blue.
PS. It's a long one, y'all. It kinda spiraled and went deeper into feels because I love them, your honor.
"KNEEL AND APOLOGISE" – TECH / HUNTER 🔥💖
WARNINGS: trans Hunter. Established relationship. Dom/sub dynamics. Hair pulling, choking, biting, oral and penetrative sex. Brief mention of somnophilia. Edging & cum control. Dirty talk. All of this things are consented even if that may not be explicitly mentioned in this oneshot (this scene comes from a long established relationship where they've discussed what the other is allowed to do and not and safewords. Do not try to do this in real life without explicitely agreeing on both parts and setting limits). Aftercare. Fluff.
Tech considers himself to be a patient man. He has to be. His mind works aproximately three times faster than the regular human; which means he usually has to wait a few seconds –or minutes, or hours, depending on the specific individual and situation– for others to catch up to him. It's a good exercise for patience as any; one he has practiced over the years. However, he has his limits; and Hunter is stubbornly making his way towards them.
He thinks he's subtle, with all this little touches and shy smiles he's been sending his way; but Tech knows better. He knows him better. And yes, Hunter might get shy sometimes –when the two of them are enjoying some free time in privacy, specially when Tech orders him to open his legs, to let him have a look at him–; but he's never really shy outside of it. He's a sargeant. Their leader. He's as self-confident and firm as any man in command should be. No; Hunter is attempting to achieve something else.
Tech had come up to that conclusion almost at the same instant that he had first started taking notice of all this little changes in his usual behaviour. It was not a difficult task. He has been dating Hunter for two years and seventeen days now; known him for much longer than that. Tech had always been curious about him –since the very first moment the kaminoans had pushed him and Crosshair towards the long haired boy and informed them they were to be a team–; and he has been able to satiate all of his intrigue by now. No other being in the galaxy knows Hunter the way he does; not even Wrecker or Crosshair.
Tech had refused to give him what he –oh so secretly and desperately– wanted. Hunter is used to being patient in the battlefield as well; weightening options and often needing to simply let time pass by for the most precise moment to spring into action to come. In their private sex life, however, Hunter is obnoxiously impatient; and Tech has tried enough times to correct that before to understand that he'll never be able to change that –it's just how Hunter is, passionate and fiery, propense to act impulsively and always trying to tug him into his vortex of burning, all-consuming sexual desire–. But Tech is still allowed to punish him. And he will.
It's not something that he has to fake, to act; he is angry. Annoyed. Irritated. Yes, Tech can understand Hunter's needs regarding sex; he has them too, after all. He has been wanting nothing more than to bend the shorter man over any surface available and rail him. Tug that slutty –delicious– waist back against his cock. But sometimes you have to push those needs behind you in order to do your job. Kaminoans turn a blind eye on the Batch more often than for other squads and companies –one of the few perks of their more visible individuality–; as long as their immaculate rate of success is not affected and they receive reports on a regular basis. In order for such rate of success to continue, therefore, someone has to do manteinance work on the Marauder –the ship that is as esential to their team as any of it's actual crew–; and that someone is none other than Tech. And Tech can't do that if Hunter's hands are periodically and "accidentally" rubbing against his dick and abdomen.
No matter how intently Tech is trying to ignore him and focus on the task at hand, his cock grows hard under the wandering hands; and temperature starts to rise in his body. He shoots Hunter an irritated glance and takes another look at his datapad; checking the backup energy system one more time to try to find the error and, eventually, fix it. He adjusts his magnifying glasses and frowns; eyes flickering over the diagrams and specs on the screen.
On the co-pilot seat, Hunter moves once again; extending a hand towards Tech to grab a second datapad on his other side and proceeding to caress a tempting "distracted" path over Tech's thighs. When Hunter grazes his fingertips over his cock and notices how hard he actually is, he pulls his hand back in false shock; looking at him in practiced embarassment and surprise.
"Oh, sorry" he begins, and the fact that he's actively pulling this little innocent charade in front of his face just makes something inside of Tech bubble with quiet rage. "I was just trying..."
Tech snatches his retreating wrist in his hand; barely turning to face him and ignoring Hunter's widening eyes.
"You've been trying to achieve this for days, now" he cuts his poor excuse off, voice calmy dangerous and eyes staring at Hunter in a calculating way –a gesture that kind of reminds him a bit of Crosshair–. "To get me hard and push me to my limit so I would finally decide to fuck you. Congratulations. I'm mad, and I feel very tempted to take it onto you. I recommend you get down on your knees and apologise. I might not be nice to you if you don't".
He pauses as if purposedly giving Hunter time to process the importance of his words.
Then, he pointedly adds "and I mean it, Hunter".
And the sargeant inmediatelly slips down towards the floor. He tries to control the small little grin that threathens to spread in his face; not wanting to anger Tech any further. He can be beautifully cruel when he wants to; and Hunter has no desire to being left without orgasming today –though the moment when Tech finally lets him explode after a few days of using him is tempting–. He can't help for some of that proud satisfaction to show on his face, though; he finally has what he wanted. He finally has Tech's undivided attention; and he knows he's gonna' be writhing in pleasure in no time. No one would have guessed, he supposes; but Tech is really good at the art of sex.
The man twists in the pilot seat, bracketing Hunter's kneeling figure between his spread legs; arching an eyebrow expectantly.
Hunter feels dizzy already. It's not fair the way Tech always manages to hold his form in this; the way he looks so unbothered commanding him, bringing him pleasure. He wishes he could save the picture of the man with his thighs spread sitting on that chair –his chair– forever.
"I'm sorry" he admits, his voice raspy from his spiralling excitement. "I know you have important things to do, and I should have been more patient and delayed my own needs for after you're finished with it. But it's been so long since we had some time alone together, and I... Want you. Miss you".
Tech forces himself not to sigh. He can hear some sincere honesty in Hunter's words. The man knows what he did; and even though he'll probably do it again in the future, at least he can understand that it is somewhat wrong. And Tech, too, can accept where he comes from. He wouldn't consider two weeks without fucking "too long", specially when they've been jumping from one battle to another one without respite for the last month; but he misses Hunter too. It's not like they've been separated at any point; but he misses the proximity, the intimacy. His kisses and moans and the way he makes him all but melt against him. And their little night talks. It's not only sex; he's in love, a fact that Tech had really struggled to understand and accept at first.
"You are surely aware by now that I do not ever stop thinking about you" he answers, his eyes attentively scanning Hunter's subtle reactions. "The fact that I have other things to work on, other priorities at the time, does not mean I want you any less".
It's beautiful what a few words can make on a human's body, Tech thinks, as he watches all of Hunter's muscles relaxing until he's almost falling forward in the "V" of his spread thighs.
Hunter has the decency to look a little guilty while he swallows and tilts his chin up.
"I know. I'm sorry for playing around with you" he repeats, then crawls forward just a few inches, adopting a posture they both know very well by now. "Please let me make it better, cyare".
Tech shivers. For all he is the dominating person in this relationship, at least in their sexual dynamics, Hunter still has some sort of power over him. He's only human too; and he's accutely reminded of that whenever the handsome man in front of him uses all those sweet little words and gestures with him.
Tech scans the way Hunter is kneeling at his feet. He's sitting on his toes, knees slightly spread apart and hands diligently clasped behind his back; needy –and now surprisingly peacefull– face tilted up towards him and dark chocolate eyes glinting with a passionate fire. Tech could ask him to do anything and Hunter will do it instantly. That's why he is constantly and subsconciously reading the signs to know if he's pushing himself further than he truly wanted, just because of what Tech wants to.
Tech's thumb carefully traces a path over Hunter's lips. He shoots him a firm glance.
"Open" he orders, quietly but firmly, because being dominant is not about shouting, but confidence. "Suck".
Hunter obeys, and Tech pushes his finger in; humming in aproval at the warmth of his mouth and the gentle loving way Hunter's wet tongue laps at him.
He plays with him like that for just a few seconds, delighting himself with Hunter's eager prettyness. Then, Tech draws his hand back and slowly pulls his blacks open; gently tugging the cloth forward so that his torso is finally revealed and tilting his hips up so that it rests under his ass. He closes a hand around his hard, long cock; and Hunter whimpers needily.
He's already sallivating thinking on putting his mouth on that. He wants Tech's cock everywhere.
Tech chuckles quietly and stares at him. He makes him wait for a whole minute while he teases himself with a few lazy strokes before giving him another order.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out".
Hunter's response is inmediate; wanting nothing more than to please Tech. This type of dynamic... It's a need that he had been forced to shove down deep inside of him; the few people Hunter had felt comfortable with sharing that he was a Variant had still expected him to take the lead. Because Hunter was a fierce, competent man; but oh, how had he wanted to submit.
And then Tech happened. He had been observing Hunter for years; drawing his own conclusions and observations. From one day to another, he had made him an offer in a very Tech-ish way; aproaching him calmly and directly and pointing out that he knew he was craving a different sort of sexual relations than the ones he was currently having, and that if he wanted to, he could give him exactly what he needed.
It had taken too many long seconds for Hunter to react; his brain shorting at realising that his vod –who he had always suspected to be either extremely picky or straightly asexual– was offering not only to have sex, but to actually dom him. His eyes had flickered over Tech's figure –he had always thought him to be the handsomest of the bunch, to be fair–: and he'd agreed somewhat hesitantly. Hunter had been unsure that Tech could live up to his promise; but one single night with him had been enough for the shorter clone to experience a taste of paradise. Of course, they has fumbled and messed it up on one ocasion or another in their early months together, still learning to read each other in that way. Then, love have struck them both; and now there was an easy understanding and constant sense of safety between them.
Hunter patiently waits with his tongue sticking out and forces himself to stay still while Tech plays with his face. He carefully slaps his cock against his tattooed cheek; directs his tip around so that he wipes the trail of precum on his skin. Tech then slowly rests the head of his cock on his offered tongue; and Hunter's throat bob when swallowing down and reminding himself he's not allowed to close his mouth around it yet. He breathes in and let's him simply stay there.
Tech smiles knowingly and asks him to lick him from base to tip; to leave his dick shining with his saliva. Then, Tech places a hand behind Hunter's neck and silently commands him forward; and Hunter makes a little pleased and relieved sound, happy to suck him up and bob his head up and down.
Tech lets Hunter have his fun at his own rithym for a while; something inside of him warming at the clear proof of how eager he is to please him, to take care of him. He wouldn't have to say or do a thing and Hunter will probably get him to his completion anyhow. It sends a spark of excitement through his veins; and when Hunter hums happily around his cock, Tech groans and clutches a hand tight on his hair.
"I'm going to fuck your face now" he tells him, standing up so that he can move more comfortably, Hunter adjusting his position accordingly.
Hunter thinks it's hot, the way Tech stands above him and feeds him his cock. He makes a little hum of agreement and allows Tech to push back and forward on his mouth like his personal doll. For a few minutes, Tech fucks himself into his wet warmth; had tightly clasped in a handfull of his long hair. His signature bandana is left abandoned on the pilot chair. Tech likes the sight of him with messy hair.
The taller clone slowly forces his mouth down on his cock until the tip is brushing Hunter's throat; the smaller man gagging in response and his nails flying to dig themselves on Tech's thighs in a pannicked warning.
In other situation, perhaps Tech would have punished him for that –for abandoning his position–; but he knows how much Hunter struggles with his gag reflex –no matter how hard he tries–, so he allows him to try to find some form of comfort in being in contact with his body. He caresses the back of his head tenderly; but doesn't let him go, speaking to him calmly and understandingly.
"Breathe in through your nose, Hunter" he gently directs him. "i know it's difficult, but try to relax around me. Calm down and just tale a carefull, slow breath in and out through your nose. Hold me there. I'm not moving until you do so".
It's both a comfort and a warning. He'll wait for Hunter to get used to it before pushing him further; but he's not going anywhere. Hunter's not making his way out of this. If he wants to, he can always safeword. If not, he'll stay right there crying on his knees with Tech's cock deep into his throat.
Perhaps it makes him more wet than it should; but Hunter is way pass the need to psycoanalize himself.
He closes his eyes and takes his time to focus on doing just that; taking tempting little breaths in and out from his nose, trying to ignore the way Tech's cock is burried inside his throat. When nothing else happens for a few seconds –because yes, Tech wasn't kidding, he's as still as a statue in front of him– Hunter gradually relaxes and calms down; carefully swallowing down –miraculously managing to keep his gag down– and finally opening his eyes to look at his boyfriend.
Tech groans. The sight is a sin; Hunter looks fucking delicious with his head tilted up, lips stretched around his hard-on, and wet tears falling down his eyes onto his sucked in cheeks.
He can literally feel his throat relaxing and accepting him; and he traces a thumb down one side of the man's face, tenderly caressing him.
"Kark, just like that, mesh'la" his voice is full of pride, and it instantly sends warmth and euforia through Hunter's veins. "You're so obedient. So fucking pretty with your mouth full of my cock".
Hunter whines, his throat contracting around Tech's erection. He had first thought Tech would be a silent kind of man; but of course, the man wasn't ever going to shut up just because there was sex related. Tech likes words and Hunter will be eternally gratefull for that.
"It's okay, it's okay" he hums in satisfaction, pushing Hunter's hair back from his face and caressing his face again. "Take a few deep breaths, darling. Then I'll slowly start to move again".
Hunter blinks as a way of nodding and keeps on breathing with his dark eyes fixed on Tech. The stare they share is intense. Tech's cock twitches in Hunter's mouth at how ruined and good the man looks.
"Again" Tech orders him, and Hunter stubbornly relaxes and focuses on his breathing while the taller clone pulls back and then carefully fills him again.
Tech moans and tugs at his hair gently, hips slowly starting to form a rithym back and forward so that he is finally fucking Hunter's face. He tugs at his hair gently, murmuring a "good boy" here and there while he finds his pleasure in the heat of his mouth. Hunter slowly slips into subspace, content with letting his body be used by his dom; eyes fixed in the pleasure of the man's face sluggishly. Tech looks beautiful throwing his head back and groaning; his impecable image crumbling and losing himself in pleasure.
Tech forces his cock down his throat, holding Hunter's head close to his pelvis until his nose is brushing against his heated skin; waits a few seconds until he gags and then he steps back and finally pulls out, letting him breathe.
Hunter pants, cheeks flushed and wet, a string of saliva still connecting his lips with his partner's cock. Tech cups his face in his hands and soothes him for a few seconds before tugging his body glove completely off his body and kneeling in front of him. He tears Hunter's clothes off too. When they're both finally naked Tech pushes him to lay against the cold floor.
"I think you've apologised good enough to experience some of that pleasure too, Hunter" he tells him, taking place between his legs. "Now let's see how wet you've gotten from just sucking me".
Tech swipes a hand through his pussy; Hunter moans and arches inmediately.
He can feel how wet he actually is. He's dripping; Tech's fingers sliding smoothly and almost too quickly with how slippery his folds are. His cheeks burn, a bit embarassed; but he knows Tech is nothing but proud and glad.
"Good" he answers quietly, glancing down at him. "You probably don't need any sort of preparation, but I'm still going to take my time".
Hunter knows what that means; and he whimpers needily. Tech teases his clit with the pad of his fingers; then travels back down to gather more of his wetness.
"If you had been a good boy all this days, I would probably return the favor, give you my tongue as well" he points out, eyes flickering to analise Hunter's face. "But I think this should be enough for now, won't it, Hunter?"
He slowly dips two of his long fingers inside of him; and Hunter clenches uncontrollably.
"Y-yes, Tech" he quickly replies, his pleasure rocketing. "Thank you".
Tech hums, pleased, and moves his fingers on little circles on Hunter's clit and ocasionally gives him his fingers.
Hunter grows impatient; squirming and bucking his hips up and down or on little rotations to try to find get more of Tech. The clone doesn't allow it, though; quickly trapping his legs with one of his and holding his throat down with one hand –the other never ceasing with his administrations–. Hunter can only moan and softly arch; and Tech keeps playing with his pussy for fifteen eternal minutes, bringing him to the edge more times than Hunter can recall and pulling back at the last second.
Hunter starts to cry; little whimpers and whines escaping his lips while he tries to have more of Tech's fingers inside of him –and oh, god, how he wished it were his cock instead– and on his clit. He's still a strong man, no matter how lost he is to pleasure; so Tech needs to apply real force to keep him in place. Hunter's body spasm; and Tech tightens his hold on his throat as a warning.
Hunter moans louder; his back bowing and his head thrown back, voluntarily showing Tech more of his neck. He wants more of that. He wants Tech to push him further. He wants him to break him, to make him explode, let him cum in his fingers and...
He can feel another orgasm aproaching, and Tech notices. He knows all of Hunter's little tales by now. How his breathing stutters, his eyes snap shut, the tiny frown on his forehead. The way his pussy clenches. He continues rubbing Hunter's clit; insistent and with a new purpose, now. He still wants to rail him and he doesn't want him to break yet.
"T-tech" Hunter whimpers, his voice raspy and barely audible against his hold. "I..."
"I know" he answers calmly.
He takes it up a notch; effectively cutting Hunter's breathing and focusing on his face no matter how hard his hips twitch.
Hunter's body experiences great pleasure while the lack of oxygen progressively makes his mind spin; both sensations mixing together until he can no longer differenciate in between.
"Cum" comes the firm command.
It's not a question or a sugestion. It's an order; and each of Hunter's muscles tenses before he's exploding in an bone-rattling orgasm. He's dripping, clenching like a vice around Tech's fingers –he doesn't even know when he pushed them inside of him again, but he's glad they're there, glad that he's not empty–; the sudden rush of oxigen back into his lungs making him whine and cum again.
He's left trembling, his body abandoning his painfull arch and dropping down onto the floor again; a welcoming cold against his back. He smiles dumbly, relieved, exhaustion and sleepiness invading him almost inmediately.
Tech smiles as well. That had been a beautiful orgasm; but he has not had enough yet. His cock is ready to burst; flushed red and imposibly hard, wheeping precum, and Tech needs to be inside of the smaller man.
"If you think I'm sated with this you're not drawing the right conclusions" he draws sarcastically, moving in between Hunter's wet thighs. "Luckily for you, I don't really require your active cooperation for this".
He taps the head of his wheeping cock against his pussy, spreading his precum around before placing the tip against his entrance.
"Just lay there and let me use you until I'm ready to cum inside".
Hunter releases a little groan and blinks sleepily when Tech adjusts his legs so that they're wrapping around him; holding himself firmly in his hand before pushing in.
Hunter's mouth drops open in a quiet gasp –the sensation of Tech's long cock slipping inside of him so effortlessly that good–; and the taller man grabs his trembling thighs and uses them as leverage to pump himself deeper inside of him.
"Shh" Tech soothes him, in that dark and condescendantly sweet way of his he often uses and that Hunter likes so much. "It's okay, darling. I know you're tired, perhaps a little dizzy. That's alright. You can pass out for all I care, if you need to. I'll keep fucking you right through your sleep and you'll wake up with my warm cum filling you up".
"T-Tech!" Hunter whines, clenching around him and prompting his partner to snap his hips against him sharply. "Love... Love how you talk to me Tech, how you do me... Please..."
Tech answers with his own moan and speeds up his thrusts; finding delight in the way their bodies furiously joining echoes in the silence of the Marauder. He holds Hunter's thighs in his hands and unwrap them from his waist; pushing up under Hunter's knees so that he's able to penetrate him deeper. Hunter squeezes his eyes shut with the change and cries his name.
Tech can feel his orgasm aproaching. Hunter feels so good wrapped around him; so warm and wet and imposibly tight. He looks beautiful, crying and moaning on his cock, his long hair a mess on the floor and his face flushed. The brief glimpses he has of his eyes, the pupils are widely dilated and full of raw desire and ecstasy. Fuck, he wants to cum inside of him.
Tech reaches up to clasp a single hand around Hunter's cheeks; encouragingly to look at him. Hunter snaps his eyes open; and they lock together, a million of thoughts and feelings travelling between them.
"Beg me, Hunter" Tech, for once, asks.
Hunter gifts him a broken smile.
"Please" he rasps, clenching on his cock and wrapping his arms around his man. "C-cum inside of me, love. I need to –need to feel your warm cum dripping inside of me".
Tech groans, and he fucks himself viciously into Hunter, railing his pussy like a soldier focused on the task at hand. His long cock feels great inside of Hunter; the friction he gets on his clit with the movement of Tech's pelvis adding onto his pleasure as well.
Hunter is thinking on how handsome and hot Tech is when he cums. A third orgasm spreads everywhere in his body; electric pleasure travelling at lightspeed towards every cell and muscle. He cries Tech's name again and sink his nails in his strong shoulders; pushing the taller clone into his orgasm too.
Tech whimpers and turns his head to the side; burrying his face in Hunter's neck before his hips stutter and he clamps his teeth down on his bronze skin, cuming inside of him. Hunter clenches harder around him and trembles; almost cuming a fourth time from that little thing Tech pulled at the end. Hunter has a thing with marking and bitting. Tech suspects it has to do with his more "primal" nature. His mutations.
They both hold onto each other tightly until they stop trembling and cuming; then, Hunter lays down completely flat against the floor, once again gratefull for the cooling sensation against his heated skin, and Tech all but unceremoniously drops on top of him.
There's only silence for a few minutes; their panting reducing to quiet breathing. They relax against each other; Hunter tilting his chin up and Tech finding a spot to lay his head in between his neck and chest. It's peacefull and safe. A bliss.
Then, Tech finds his strength; and he carefully pushes himself up onto his knees at both sides of Hunter's body and holds his own weight with a hand against the floor, at the side of his lovers head.
"You executed everything perfectly, Hunter" he offers quietly, and then, knowing how much the smaller clone likes when he uses the simpler and more unprecise words with him, softly adds "You looked –look, beautiful, I adored every single one of your sounds, and you couldn't have pleased me any better".
Hunter answers him with a teary happy smile. In the past, it had been sort of a problem for Tech to talk about his feelings outside of sex. As soon as their randy sesion ended, no matter how affectionate he had been in it, Hunter could feel his walls closing off; it had been a struggle to push through, something they had gradually talked about more and more until the problem had been completely resolved. Hunter understood him. Tech had always been like that; emotional conversations or overly sweet gestures had always made him uncomfortable, and the rest of tbe Batch had inmediately learned to adapt to that. They rarely sprung any major contact onto him like they did to each other –Wrecker spontaneous bone-crushing hugs had been a thing too–; and Hunter knew he had never intended to hurt him. Just as they had learned to adapt to him, Tech had slowly learned to adapt to his relationship with Hunter as well; to his needs outside of the sexual aspect of it.
While Tech was very confident about their relationship and how Hunter viewed him, his love and respect for him, this things somehow weren't so obvious for the sargeant. At least when they finished having sex. Tech could find some logic in it. After an intense sexual experience –specially when one is "subbing"– it's not unlikely to feel insecurily vulnerable. And though Hunter is incredibly turned on at the idea of him being Tech's toy, the source of all his pleasure... He doesn't actually want to be one, used and discarded as if he actually mattered nothing. And Tech wouldn't forgive himself if he ever made Hunter feel that way.
"I love you" Hunter offers, in such a free and honest way it tugs at Tech's own heart to answer.
"And I love you" he whispers, gently tilting his head up and softly kissing him on his lips once.
Tech ignores the little alarm in his head that warns him to get to the sonic for a few minutes; to get rid of the sweat and fluids Hunter and him had shared. He allows himself to have a moment; just observing his cyare and how beautiful he looks with a warm, tired smile and his hair spread.
Tech caresses Hunter's right cheek with his thumb back and forward and Hunter melts at the sweet gesture; at the hopeless love he sees on his amber eyes.
Hunter turns his head to the side and leave a soft peck on his hand.
Tech answers with a tiny smile.
"Want me to carry you to the sonic, cyare?"
Hunter nods with a small laugh.
"I'd appreciate it. I don't know if my legs work right now" he jokes, and Tech smirks proudly.
He slowly stands up, not bothering on picking up the mess they've left behind right now as he knows he will have to come back shortly to clean it up; and bends down to pick Hunter from the floor, who quickly wraps his arms around him.
Tech starts walking towards the sonic, and Hunter can't help but think on how strong he is –even if his body shape is more lithe than most–. He nuzzles his nose in his boyfriends neck.
"You're a sex god, Tech" he points out, allowing the taller clone to gently push him under the sonic while he waits for his own turn. "It's unfair".
Tech laughs, taking his quick sonic before joining him out of the bathroom, throwing on some new blacks as well.
"I believe you're very fond of this oh so unfair situationship" Tech chirps as an answer, smiling confidently. "And I'm just a very good analyst. I know which buttons to press to make you wet".
He's so... So Tech that Hunter just has to laugh; and he's still smiling in amusement when he kisses his cyare.
THE END
Well that's what I call a kinky ride! I hope it satisfied your dirty minds as well! I was planning on doing it strictly sexy and not include the romantic bits, but they wanted to be written and read so I just did. Hope you liked that too!
And please remember, take care of yourselves and never do this sort of thing (both doming and subbing) for someone without having a talk before hand of your expectantions, boundaries and safewords. Horniness can make us act stupid, y'all stay safe!
Also, here's the link to the post that inspired this oneshot if you want to have a look at it.
See you next time!
PS. English is not my first language and I'm not double crossing this for errors, so forgive me.
Xx, Blue.
Oh yes I love all the batch ships… *only cares about the Hunter ships*
What can I do he is the one that deserves the most me thinks 🫶
First and second TecHun / HunTech sillies
Third is CrossHun with Crosshair being a little…surprised at their triplet daughters (Ebony, River, Winter)
Fourth is my underrated fave WreckHun…they deserve all