thinking about how nerdjo would definitely eat you out until you're squirming beneath his grasp from the delightful overstimulation. he just wants to make you feel soo good, it's not his fault he's cumming in his pants after watching you fall apart on his tongue! he's so determined he doesn't even stop when his glasses fog up. ❤︎ you stopped counting after your third orgasm, but nerdjo definitely did not. after all, he needs to make good use of his hours of research on female anatomy that he prepared just for this! and he learns better from real life "experiments" anyway.
okay but imagine nerd!gojo’s slightly calloused fingers from writing equations and homework all day and how he uses them on you.
they’re so long, pretty, veins popping when he’s gripping a pen for eight hours straight taking notes in his tiny handwriting. the fingertips are just a little calloused from all that pencil scratching and highlighter flicking, rough enough to catch but smooth enough to hold during the rare walks you guys take and etc
he loves fingering you slow and deep so those calloused pads drag right against your walls, every curl hitting that spot like he already calculated the exact angle. two fingers first, scissoring you open while his thumb (still stained with blue ink half the time from disassembling empty pens half the time because he used them up) circles your clit with that same precision he uses on physics problems. “c’mon, you’re clenching like you wanna solve me back,” he’ll mutter, glasses fogged, that lazy cocky grin never leaving his face even when you’re dripping down his wrist.
he’ll edge you for ages, pulling out right when you’re about to cum just to watch you whine, then sliding three fingers back in knuckle-deep so the rough little callouses scrape perfectly and make your toes curl and your eyes roll.
sometimes he keeps his other hand on your thigh, thumb stroking absentmindedly like he’s still thinking about his homework, but the way he’s finger-fucking you says he’s 100% focused on ruining you.
when you finally cum he doesn’t stop just keeps pumping those long calloused fingers through it, murmuring “good girl, give me another one, i know you can take it” while his free hand pushes his glasses up like nothing’s happening.
afterwards he’ll wipe his fingers on your thigh, lick one just to taste you, and go right back to writing notes for you and him like he didn’t just have you sobbing on his hand.
“shy prude” boys are always the most freaked out ones
nerd!dom!jungkook who corners you in the empty chem lab after school safety goggles still dangling around his neck pushes your thighs apart with his knee
“let me taste you on the lab bench please? been hard since we mixed that solution together”
nerd!dom!jungkook who’s got you bent over the computer desk in the IT room screen still glowing with code yanks your hoodie up over your head
“arch for me please? wanna fuck you while the compile runs gonna come when it finishes”
nerd!dom!jungkook who drags you behind the vending machine in the hallway coin still jingling in his pocket hand sliding under your skirt
“grind on my thigh please? need to feel you soak through before the bell”
nerd!dom!jungkook who pins you to the bookshelf in the quiet section thick physics textbook falling open beside you fingers hooking your panties aside
“quiet but come hard please? wanna feel you pulse while everyone’s studying”
nerd!dom!jungkook who’s sitting at his desk during tutoring you perched on the edge he spins the chair, pulls you onto his lap
“bounce slow please? been dying to feel you ride me since you asked that question”
nerd!dom!jungkook who fucks you against the window in the empty art room blinds half-closed, paint still wet on the easel one hand braced beside your head
“look outside please? let them see how wrecked you get for me”
nerd!dom!jungkook who’s got you on your knees under the library table hoodie zipped up to hide you hand in your hair, guiding slow
“suck me deeper please? need your mouth before the next class I can’t focus otherwise”
nerd!dom!jungkook who bends you over the piano in the music room keys clanging under your palms thrusts in rhythm with the metronome
“match the tempo please? come exactly when it hits 120 bpm”
nerd!dom!jungkook who yanks you into the rooftop access stairwell during lunch break hood pulled low, backpack dropped presses you face-first against the cool metal door
“hands on the wall please? need to fuck you quick before the bell been throbbing since math”
nerd!dom!jungkook who’s got you sprawled on the teacher’s lounge couch after everyone left coffee mug still warm on the table lifts your legs over his shoulders
“let me eat you slow please? wanna memorize every taste before next period”
nerd!dom!jungkook who corners you by the trophy case in the empty corridor reflection of gold medals behind you slides your tie loose like it’s his
“on your knees please? suck me till I’m leaking need your mouth to calm me down”
nerd!dom!jungkook who bends you over the printer in the copy room machine humming, paper jamming grinds hard against your ass
“feel how hard you make me please? let me slide in just once, baby, I’ll be fast”
nerd!dom!jungkook who’s sitting in the back of the bus on the field trip everyone asleep or headphones in pulls you onto his lap under his jacket
“rock against me please? wanna come in my pants from your heat alone”
nerd!dom!jungkook who ties your ankles with his jump rope from PE lays you on the gym mat storage room floor eyes hungry behind his lenses
“spread as wide as you can please? gonna tongue-fuck you till you’re shaking”
nerd!dom!jungkook who’s wrecked after finals week pulls you into his room, door locked collapses onto the bed with you on top
“ride me till I break please? need you to use me after all that studying” Always the quiet genius unraveling. Always that soft, frantic “please” right before he snaps.
in which nerd!gojo satoru, aka your useless boyfriend, demonstrates some of his recent "research" to you. ~1.4k
18+ mdni
fanart credit: @/ruu_sugu on X
“bro. you’ve gotta be fuckin’ with me.”
you look up to see your number one opp boyfriend, red bull in hand, looking at your computer screen open to minecraft instead of the homework you told him you’ve been doing.
“what do you want,” you say exasperatedly, leaning back on your elbows.
“i want the answers to worksheet 6,” he says, pushing your body a little to sit on his bed with you. “what good is it to be dating a total nerd if she doesn’t even the work?”
“you’re a nerd too,” you scoff, leaning into his warmth nonetheless. “in fact, you’re worse. mr. math-team-semifinalist-red-bull-addict-robotics-captain.”
he looks at you over the frames of his glasses, unimpressed. “red bull is good.”
“you’re not denying it.”
“i’m perfectly secure in my, uh, what’s the word? masculinity but instead it’s my nerdiness instead of how big my dick is?”
your neck nearly snaps with how fast you turn to look at him, a shit-eating grin already settled into his features. “toru, you’re not all that,” you finally manage to say, but it comes out a little strained.
he hears it, judging by how his mouth curves even higher. “shit, baby, you’re so easy to rile up,” he practically purrs. he leans in, nose brushing against your jaw like he’s a fucking cat.
your face goes hot. “satoru,” you say, trying to inject some modicum of firmness into your voice, “i don’t really think-“
he bites down.
you gasp, cutting yourself off, but the pain is short-lived as he swirls his tongue over the spot, soothing it.
“it’s two in the morning,” you try again. “we have a quiz tomorrow…”
he hums noncommittally against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his lap too effortlessly.
damn him and his gym addiction.
you feel yourself starting to surrender to your boyfriend and his unnecessarily high libido, especially when you feel the press of his arousal against your clothed sex. why oh why was today the one time you’d forgone shorts and were just wearing panties under your hoodie?
but your mind was more focused on the big fat B you’d get on the quiz tomorrow if you didn’t lock in. and there was no way you’d get any studying done with your boyfriend doing…this.
so you try one last time.
“satoru.”
“yes, my love?” his breath is warm against your skin, his voice sending warm vibrations through your very being.
“get off of me.”
he huffs, pulling away from the impressive hickey that he’s sucked into your collarbone.
“if you wanna be like that, then get back to the integrals,” satoru said, pushing his glasses back up. “you won’t even get to see my research come to fruition.”
you frown. “bro. what are you even on about?”
“i’ve been…reading.”
“reading what.”
he says nothing, pursing his lips and pointedly taking a sip of his energy drink.
“toru, i swear-“
“integrals,” he says, opening your laptop for you. “get worksheet 6 done, please. i’ll check it against mine.”
“satoru.”
“whaaat? you told me to stop so i stopped, baby. and with finals right around the corner, you should really study.” he smiles innocently, lips stretching higher at the sight of your murderous glare.
you don’t let up. “what have you been reading.”
“the usual, you know. physics textbooks, emails from professors, bad tiktok takes-“
you sit up and grab the lapels of his hoodie, ready to shake him.
“tell me, or i swear you won’t be breathing for your fuckass physics quiz tomorr-“
he sighs loudly, but it’s got an air of affection around it. “fine, woman. if you weren’t so rudely threatening me and hadn’t previously pushed me away, i would’ve tried some…technique.”
your hands fall from his hoodie as you sit back on your haunches. “technique.”
“don’t make me elaborate,” satoru says, holding up a hand and pushing up his glasses with the other. “the only way you’ll know is through experience.”
you bite your lip, weighing if the pros of knowing what the hell your boyfriend was up to outweighed the cons of not playing minecraft studying.
he watches you, licking his lips in anticipation. and as he predicted, you sigh and nod.
“fine. i’ll…experience whatever you’ve been ‘researching.’” you hold up a hand. “it’s not anything too crazy, right?”
a slow cheshire grin stretches across his pretty face as he sets his can down. “if you don’t mind redbull on your pussy, then yeah. nothing too crazy.”
“what?” you said faintly, cheeks coloring once again, but the breath is knocked out of your chest as he pounces, taking your ankles in his big hands and pulling you closer before he settles each one on one of his shoulders.
“toru…” you try to protest, but his name comes out breathy and meek.
it doesn’t stop him from leaning in, gently biting the soft inside of your thigh. your teeth sink into your bottom lip at the nibble, stifling an embarrassing moan.
“been doing a lot of reading about eating pussy,” he murmurs, nosing at your covered clit. “don’t think i’ve ever done it right, baby. wanna make you feel good.”
and with that, he pushes past your panties with a deft finger, nosing again at your clit before licking a long stripe against your cunt.
you choke back a moan.
“fuck,” he breathes, the hot air blowing across your sensitive sex. “so sweet…”
his nose brushes against your clit once again as he resumes the soft kitten licks he lavishes your pussy with.
your fingers tangle in his hair, hips bucking up to get more of that sweet, sweet friction, little whimpers falling from your lips.
“that’s it, baby,” he moans, the frame of his glasses brushing your skin as he lays his tongue flat and drags it across your flesh. “wanna hear ya.”
his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you spread open. his tongue doesn’t stop the licks, but with every moan that falls from your lips, every tug of his hair, his pace gets a little faster.
his tongue starts lavishing the bundle of nerves that crowns your cunt. each brush sends a shockwave of stimulation through your body, your sounds growing louder and fingers curling tighter in his locks.
you feel the second his restraint snaps. one particularly keening whine and pull of his silver hair has your boyfriend’s tongue slipping inside your cunt, pulling embarrassingly desperate sounds from your mouth.
“toru..haah…please…”
it’s almost like he doesn’t hear you. his soft
mouth doesn’t let up, licking and sucking.
“‘m gonna cum,” you stammer out, head lolling back. “please, baby, i-“
“do it,” he says hoarsely, his voice sending delicious vibrations through your body. and he scrapes his teeth lighting across your clit and sucks, and you absolutely shatter.
you cum with a silent scream, fingers twisted painfully tight in his hair, and he doesn’t let up as your juices flood his mouth. his tongue stays pressed against your pussy, lapping up as much as he can get.
when you finally go limp, he lets go of your thighs. fingerprint-shaped bruises are already blooming across your skin, but it’s nothing compared to the beauty of his fogged up glasses and your juices dripping down his chin.
his tongue darts out to lick his lips and everywhere around it. “yummy.”
“you-you’re fucking-“
“next time, i’ll add in a finger or two,” he says, talking right over you, and it shuts you right up.
“i consider that a good experiment of my research. don’t you agree?”
you can’t manage anything than a weak nod, watching him and still breathing hard.
“guzzled that right up,” he proclaims brightly, sitting back in bed and shaking out the last drops of his red bull onto his tongue. “better than redbull. let’s get back to those integrals, mm?”
your eyelids flutter as the thought of the quiz tomorrow flashes in your head once again.
“i-you-“
“chop chop, babe,” saturo says, pushing his glasses back up. “you finish worksheet 6, and i’ll give you another mind-blowing orgasm.”
you sit up and scoff, familiar competitiveness replacing your post-nut bliss.
“fuck you,” you mutter, dragging your laptop over to your lap.
“yeah, you’ll get to soon. integrals.”
you whack him with a pillow.
author's note: this is a repost from my old blog, v-lntn3. i will feed you to The Beings in my basement if you say i stole it or smth bro cmon now
You know when someone talks about something nerdy that you don't understand a single word of, but it's fucking awesome and it ends up turning you on like crazy? Well, read this: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/174879716?show_comments=true&
A mix of nerdy and sexy Gojo, using cursed energy, messing with quantum physics, and driving Geto crazy in a way that... Read it. Seriously.
Title: Showxa mi dem Setera ("Show me the Stars" in Lang Belta)
Pairing: Tech x Dr. Sjael Drummer (OC)
Word count: 4,460
Prompts: Star gazing
Rating: E (Explicit! Minors DNI)
Content warning: Sex and all that entails. Plus extreme nerd talk.
Summary: While on Station 47 (Book 1 of Far Past the Ring), Tech has grown close to Belter scientist, Dr. Sjael Drummer. Here, they watch the stars and talk together.
(Fic below. Link to AO3 here)
Thanks for the inspiration to repost this, @clonexocweek !
It was a quiet night on the Marauder, on Station 47. It had been a week since the remains of Clone Force 99 had landed on the remote planet, and the quiet of the forested planet had been a welcome distraction for everyone. This was especially so for Tech, who was sitting in front of the camped Marauder, looking at his data pad, chewing on a ration bar. Omega, Hunter, and Wrecker were inside of the ship, asleep already.
Tech, meanwhile, was struggling. After all, it was quiet moments like these where his mind would wander. He wondered where Echo was with Rex, sometimes, and other times, thought about Crosshair, and what he was doing with the Empire.
His thoughts were interrupted by a noise on his comms device. Tech looked down at it, and found a massive smile inching across his face. It was the Belter engineer and scientist, Sjael Drummer, who he had met days ago….and, shortly afterwards, had gotten very intimate with him. The next day, as well.
Tech had thought about messaging her throughout the morning and afternoon, though he did not know what to say–every time he began typing up a message, he began to erase it. But she reached out to him now, with a simple request.
“Teki, come join me in the meadow, by my ship. I know it’s late, but I’d like to see you.”
The clone grabbed his backpack, and looked over the perimeter of the Marauder. Seeing nothing to be concerned about, the clone took off into the night.
Sure enough, in front of her ship, Sjael was perched quietly, a lantern propped next to her. She sat on a blanket, wearing her purple jumpsuit and boots, her long arms wrapped around her equally statuesque legs. A combination of the starlight and glow of the lamp made her cool skin seem to be made of marble, her near-black eyes and hair almost reflective as well. Tech sat down next to her.
“What are you planning on doing out here?” asked Tech. Sjael twirled her long dark braid in her fingers as she smiled at him. Her data pad sat next to her, a series of notes in Lang Belta already typed up.
“Doing what Earthers used to do, what inspired them to explore the skies…watch the stars above. Did you ever do that, on the planet where you came from?”
“Not particularly,” admitted Tech as he touched his goggles, “Kamino was almost always stormy, and besides, we already have mapped the stars out. No need for new discoveries.”
“You sound disappointed, Teki.”
“To be perfectly candid, I am,” said Tech with a gentle sigh, looking over at Sjael’s data pad, “It is delightful to find new things in nature, never seen or found before. It is one of the things I love doing when I am on missions with my squad.”
“Well, would you like to help me?” Sjael chirped, crossing one long leg over the other. Tech adjusted his goggles with a smile.
“But of course!”
They both laid on their backs, staring at the stars above them, in a gentle silence.
“What constellations are there?” asked Sjael aloud. Tech looked at her, arching a thick brow.
“What do you mean exactly?”
“It’s something we used for years, in our system,” the engineer explained, motioning with her hands towards the sky, “Shapes made by the stars, to help guide us.”
“It depends on what system we are in, I suppose,” Tech mused, rubbing his chin, looking back up at the stars. He heard Sjael purse her lips next to him.
“How many systems are in your galaxy, Teki?”
“Countless, but of the current ones that I have been to, well over two hundred.”
He rolled over, and admired Sjael’s profile, her large lips, pert nose, and long, slender neck. Tech wondered what her skin felt like in the coolness of the station’s night.
“Sjael…may I touch you?”
It never ceased to amaze him how large and dark Sjael’s eyes were as she looked at him, her black, sculpted brows arching over them.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she purred, her Belter accent making her words seem to dance as she spoke them. He gently touched her cheeks, as Sjael grabbed his other hand, smiling at him as she pulled herself closer to him.
Tech nuzzled her face before both of them began kissing each other, gently letting their lips and tongues play, Sjael’s long fingers tracing down his back, grabbing and gripping his shoulders, his spine, his rear. Tech then leaned over to Sjael, and looked at her jumpsuit. He began unzipping it, gently. She smiled up at him, her teeth reflecting the light of the stars and the distant moons of the station.
“Feeling like exploring beyond the night sky, eh, bosmang ?” Sjael asked, her Belter lilt especially saucy. Tech chuckled and shook his head.
“You are always fascinating to me,” Tech said softly back to her as he gently pushed the sides of her jumpsuit away, exposing her small, freckled breasts to the night air. He looked up at Sjael, a smile gently tugging on the side of his mouth.
“You normally wear a shirt underneath your jumpsuit,” Tech noted as he began gently stroking one of her dark pink nipples, which began to harden gently under his finger. Sjael arched a brow at him as he smiled.
“You were planning on getting intimate with me, weren’t you? Is that the real reason you called me out here?” Tech asked curiously, moving his fingers to toy with her other nipple, now that the first one was completely erect in the night air, “Did you even want to look at the stars? I thought you wanted to know what I knew about them.”
“I did, I do, and you have an exceptional mind,” Sjael whispered huskily as Tech cupped her breasts, massaging them, “You can do both, sasa-ke ? Play with me, while telling me all about the night sky here. You are so very capable, bosmang .”
Why do I love it when she calls me bosmang, Tech wondered as he began nosing her chest. Sjael stroked his hair as he gently began sucking on one of her breasts. She began to moan as he moved his hand down between her legs, deep into her jumpsuit.
She really isn’t wearing anything under this, Tech realized as he moved his hands between her heat, quietly amazed at how incredibly slick she had become. Sticking his fingers deep within her, Tech realized the more his mouth and tongue played with Sjael’s nipples, the wetter she became, her body bucking against his hand. Her skin was deliciously salty, but soft. I could have her nipples in my mouth all day , thought Tech.
His erection was almost painfully hard at this point, his skin practically screaming to get naked, his body wanting to become completely one with hers. Tech pulled himself back, and began taking off his clothes, as Sjael yanked off her jumpsuit. Before he knew it, Tech and Sjael were both nude under the stars. The Belter engineer shoved him back onto the blanket, much to his surprise.
“Get on your back, Teki,” said Sjael, her voice husky, as she hungrily began sucking on Tech’s neck, “Lean back and relax.”
“And do what, exactly?”
“Tell me everything you know about the current star system we are looking at. I want to learn about it, and I know you can tell me everything.”
“There are 7,100,000,000 stars in our known galaxy,” said Tech as he looked at the night sky, laying on his back, his erection gently being rubbed up and down by Sjael, as she gently licked, then nibbled, both of his own nipples. He moaned, feeling precum gently edge out of him. Meanwhile, Sjael then gently moved down towards his crotch, kissing his stomach the whole time. Tech closed his eyes, and enjoyed the soft feeling of her lips on his skin.
He gasped as she took all of his cock in her mouth, softly massaging his testicles at the same time, her long, thin finger gently pressing the muscles underneath them. Groaning, he could not help but marvel as he hit the back of the Belter’s warm throat, almost making her gag. Sjael suddenly pulled her mouth off of his shaft, the cool air contrasting the warm heat of her spit on him. His skin prickled with goosebumps over the feeling.
“Keep talking as I blow you,” she whispered, rubbing his now wet erection with her free hand, soaked with her spit, “I have an exceptional mind as well. I can listen and work your cock at the exact same time.”
“There are 3,200,000,000 habitable star systems out of the stars, here,” Tech said, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the engineer’s hot mouth working his sex, her fingers pressing the bottom of the shaft, massaging them. He ran his hand through her hair, and opened his eyes to look at the stars, which twinkled around two small moons above them, “Only one billion of these systems have life. That makes it roughly one in three, not exactly in our odds for sentient lifeforms to live.”
“Mmmm,” moaned Sjael, the humming of her mouth making a wonderful vibration on Tech’s erection. Her tongue gently encircled the tip and shaft as she pulled up again. Tech bit his lower lip, holding back a gasp.
“ Tenye du wedzha ?” Sjael asked quickly, before putting Tech’s erection back in her mouth. He gasped, the sensation between the cool night air and her soft wet tongue once again shocking him, this time making his eyes roll back.
“What was that?” He gasped as Sjael pulled herself off his cock once again.
“ Me du sensa, Teki ,” Sjael laughed as she began stroking his erection hard, the warm spit from her mouth feeling wonderful around her grip, “I asked if you want to make a wager.”
“Oh, of course,” Tech moaned, not looking at her, “And what is that?”
“That you can not finish telling me a fact about the star systems before you come.”
“I can do both,” the clone uttered as he put both of his hands on Sjael’s head, as she went back to sucking his cock.
He closed his eyes again, and tried his best not to ejaculate down the Belter’s hot throat. Think of all the facts you know about space, and tell her. But do not ejaculate. Tech, do not finish just yet. You can do this.
“There’s the Wild Space , where Kamino is, where I am from–mmmh!” Tech grunted before he could end his sentence, coming inside of Sjael’s mouth. The engineer kept sucking as he finished, forcing Tech to breathe deeply, leaning fully into the blanket. The clone was now staring at the stars above him, his fingers deep into Sjael’s dark hair. He bucked his hips into her face, forcing her to swallow everything that he had, hard. Though he was somewhat disappointed that he finished so soon, Tech could not help but smile softly at the night sky.
I did not want to finish just yet but oh, my word…if I died right now, with her lips around me while I was talking about star systems and statistics in this quiet night…I would die a very, very happy man.
Sjael now crawled up to him, placing her head on his shoulder. Tech pulled off his goggles as he put his arms around her. Tracing the tattoo around her neck, he smiled.
“Why did you take your goggles off?” asked Sjael, as Tech traced around the symbol for ethyl vanillin on her throat. He leaned over and began kissing it, imagining it tasted, smelled , like the vanilla bean that she had shared with him earlier. It made her giggle.
“I want to see you–the winner of the bet–without them, that is why,” he said, gently moving her on her back, slowly working his way down her body. He stopped at her breasts, and gently nibbled and sucked both of them again, before moving down between her legs, repeating the path she had done before for him. Tech smiled as Sjael moved and moaned under his mouth.
“If your mouth is busy down there, how are you supposed to tell me more facts about the stars in your galaxy?” panted Sjael as Tech spread her thighs. He raised his brows at her.
“I would prefer to hear about the chemicals on your neck,” he said calmly to her, “You were very withholding the last time we talked about them. Start with ethyl vanillin, please.”
She is so wet , he realized as he flicked his tongue across her clit as she gasped, I wonder if that was me. Why am I asking this, of course it was.
“Ethyl vanillin is…mmm, it is a synthetic flavoring compound that tastes like vanilla and…hhmm, is often used to make things taste sweeter.”
Just like you , thought Tech saucily as he dug his tongue deeper in Sjael’s warm folds. Like her breasts, she tasted of salt, savory. I wonder what she ate before she called me over, wondered Tech. She grunted with pleasure before she continued.
“The, umm, starting material for its synthesis is guaiacol, which is a substance derived from lignin, a natural polymer found…oh, ah, Tech, Teki, I’m about to come.”
Then do it, he thought, suddenly sucking on her clitoris hard, come for me, know that I worked your body perfectly to make you feel so good . And it is nice to know that we both finish so quickly. If only I placed the bet now, ha!
Sjael’s body shook as she orgasmed. Tech held onto her thighs hard, still sucking on her sex, which seemed to drip with excitement. He stuck two of his fingers into her while continuing to work with his mouth. So very similar to a computer system, he almost laughed to himself, just press the right buttons and she’s completely open. Ha!
“Please go back to discussing the chemical solution,” Tech asked, quickly wiping his mouth on his shoulder and going right back into Sjael, who arched her back.
“Then, you will need to begin the etherification of guaiacol…ah, Teki, you’re going to make me come again!” she wailed, grabbing his hair and smashing his entire face into the source of her pleasure. He dug into the jungle scented heat of her, allowing her to completely surround his face.
He wiped his mouth again, this time on his wrist, and gently crawled up to Sjael. She smiled at him, panting. The starlight made her pale skin glow. He laid next to her, and looked up at the sky.
“You orgasm exceptionally quick and hard,” he noted. Sjael raised a sculpted eyebrow at him.
“It takes one to know one,” she quipped back. Tech gently laughed as he put a hand behind his head.
“What technically makes a collection of stars a constellation?” asked Tech. Sjael cuddled closer to Tech, and laid her head on his shoulder, her lips frowning as she thought aloud. Tech gently traced her spine, admiring the small bumps through her soft skin.
“According to one of my professors,” Sjael explained, her Belter lilt making the words almost musical, “It was Inners, many thousands of years ago, who saw patterns in the sky. They made up stories about them.”
“What kind of stories would one make up from patterns?” Tech asked aloud as Sjael gently began tracing his pectoral muscles with her long fingers.
“Stories about heroes, for one,” she replied, circling her fingers around his right nipple, “A man who defeated a many-headed monster, a beautiful princess chained to a rock, a great hunter who loved an even greater huntress. Animals too—a big bear and her baby, a swan, a male cow ... .things most of my people have never, will never see.”
“Strange,” Tech stated with a frown as Sjael moved her fingers to his collarbones, “Why those things? I do not see them in the sky, or even suggestions of a pattern resembling those objects. Just lines, dots, subjects of that nature.”
“I couldn’t tell you, Teki!” Sjael exclaimed with a light laugh, gently stroking the muscles on his neck, moving her fingers up to his ears, softly touching them, making him close his eyes, “I don’t see those objects, either. Silly Earthers must have been so bored where they were, only seeing the stars far away. Besides, it is hard to see the constellations when you yourself are living in the stars, far away from the planet that those patterns were invented from.”
“That’s an excellent point,” replied Tech with a knowing nod. Sjael gently traced his nose, then his eyebrows, with a long finger.
“Why are you doing that?” he asked, turning to look at her as she gently smiled.
“You have exceptionally lovely features, so expressive and smart,” she replied, tapping the very tip of his nose, where it dipped slightly, “Did you know that?”
Tech frowned, gently touching the Belter’s long fingers.
“Really? Well, I never thought of my face as anything different from the other clones. Perhaps, somewhat differently, I am a deviant member of the army I came from, remember.”
“Right,” noted Sjael, sighing as she rolled onto her back, putting her arms behind her head, away from the clone. Tech turned on his side, looking at her.
“What is it? You are frowning, and not touching me any more. Did I say something?”
“Yes, by me,” said Sjael, avoiding his eyes, “I’m still embarrassed, Teki. From what I said the other day.”
“About how you thought my squad and I were not clones?”
“That, and how easy it would be to kill you all off with a single strain of a biological weapon. That was so gross and awful of me to suggest that, how to wipe out thousands of humans like myself, and you as well. I am still sorry.”
“How many times do you need to apologize to me?” asked Tech, his voice curious, but not offended, “You do not need to, any more.”
“I know, but I can still feel terrible that I said that,” responded Sjael, folding her long legs across each other. Tech leaned over, and decided to start tracing Sjael’s body, the way she had his. He began under her breasts, delicately feeling the silklike curves of her skin in the night air. The clone smiled at the incredible softness of her body.
“You were merely curious, and voiced it out loud. There is nothing wrong with that,” Tech said as he kept circling Sjael’s breasts, moving his fingers up to her nipples. She giggled softly as he began softly flicking them again with his thumb.
“You really love them, don't you, bosmang ? A regular matnamang , if ever I met one.”
“It’s not like I got to play with breasts on a regular basis, growing up in isolated military barracks on Kamino,” replied Tech with a soft smile at Sjael, gently cupping an entire one with his hand, for Sjael’s breasts were not large at all, “They are quite soft, and I daresay fun.”
“Couldn’t you, I don’t know,” Sjael motioned with her hands as Tech flicked his thumb across one, “Find a chubbier clone and get frisky with them in the showers? Give their matnas a bit of a squeeze?”
“Sjael, you are vile !” Tech exclaimed, wrinkling his nose at her as he pushed himself back from her. The Belter laughed loudly and wickedly, covering her eyes with a long hand. Tech couldn’t help but chuckle along with the ridiculousness of it all. He grabbed Sjael by her wrists, and pulled her on top of his midsection. Sjael’s dark hair fell around her slender shoulders, and her soft skin seemed to reflect the starlight, making her glow. Moreso, the heat radiating from between her legs onto Tech’s naked torso made him immediately get erect again.
“Let me sit up, and you sit up as well,” he suggested. His erection pressed anxiously against her behind, begging to go inside of her. Sjael grinned, putting her hands on his shoulders, pressing her body against his. He hummed gently, for she was so very warm against the cool night air.
“And do what?”
“Tell me what celestial phenomena you see in the stars, and I will tell you what I see in the stars as well.”
“While I ride you, Tekimang ?”
“While you ride me.”
Without hesitating, Sjael grabbed his now hard cock, and quickly mounted herself onto it, sighing with pleasure. Tech, meanwhile, moaned with relief as she put her hands back on his shoulders. She was wonderfully wet, but whether it was from him or her this time, he could not say. They both looked up at the stars.
“What patterns do you see?” whispered Sjael, wrapping her legs around his torso, making him sit up and completely meld into her. Tech thought to himself as he thrust himself deep into Sjael, making her grunt with pleasure.
I do not know what is better , Tech thought, the feeling of myself inside of her, or the fact that I am making her feel so good. All while we discuss astronomical locations above us. Just wonderful.
Why we never were encouraged to seek out other humans and love them, touch them, know them, feel them like this, I would never understand. A tragedy for so many clones, for this is amazing.
Tech’s face rubbed against Sjael’s neck as he looked into the night sky, holding her tight against his body.
“I see a cluster of smaller stars,” replied Tech, looking up at the dark sky, “Near a bright yellow light, it must be a gas planet.”
“Like a flower?” Sjael moaned, riding him harder, her eyebrows twisting with pleasure, grabbing his hair, “We call those daisies, back in my universe.”
“Yes, yes, a flower,” grunted Tech as he continued to shove himself as deep as he could into the Belter, making her yelp in pleasure, “Let’s call it the flower constellation. You see it, as do I. What else do you see?”
“I see a wave, a gorgeous wave of water,” said Sjael as she gasped again, her fingers digging into Tech’s shoulders. He grabbed her rear, and pressed it deep into his cock. He felt her sex tighten around him, which made him grunt in pleasure.
“Let’s call that the wave constellation. Keep riding me, keep talking, keep going!”
“Another collection of stars together, near the north, oh, it looks like a ladder!”
I am going to ejaculate again, thought Tech, his eyebrows knitting together, burying his nose into Sjael’s soft skin, then back up at the night sky, focus on the stars, focus on her voice, do not fall into this. Keep going with her. Oh her skin is so warm and velvety, I want to lick every part of her skin, I want to mold myself into her, I just want to finish in her right now, oh she feels so incredibly good inside and out.
“I bet that’s a new star cluster,” moaned Tech as he thrust himself deeper into Sjael, using his knees to balance, “Wild space has many. A ladder constellation–so practical, so Belter! Do you see any black holes? We are in wild space!”
“Are we–mmm–technically in wild space? Isn’t all of this wild space? Tech–Teki! I’m about to come again!”
Sjael dug her fingers deep into Tech’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as she came, hard, onto his cock, riding him fiercely, her face towards the sky.
“Technically, no,” snarled Tech as he laid down onto his back, grabbing Sjael’s firm rear, thrilled that he managed not to come just yet in the Belter engineer. He dug his long fingers into her skin. “Wild space is beyond the Outer Rim, where many planets and stars are still undiscovered. Like the constellations–uhm–that you’re telling me about. How many stars are in the ladder that you pointed out? Can you count them? I can!”
If I can count them and focus on them, I will not come as quickly, thought Tech smugly, biting his lower lip again, but I bet I can make Sjael come again. I am getting quite good at that.
Sure enough, Sjael flung her head back, gripped Tech’s shoulders, and began loudly moaning his name, tightening around his cock as she came again. Then she began screaming as she fully orgasmed, riding him so hard, Tech wondered if she would bruise him. He also briefly wondered if his squad could hear the Belter’s wails of pleasure in the night, but then he decided that he didn’t care if they did.
He came right after, grinding his teeth into each other, his fingers digging into the Belter so hard, he briefly wondered if he was going to draw blood.
Sjael flung herself off of Tech, onto her blanket, gasping, as if she had just completed a swift jog. Tech leaned over to her.
“You are practical,” Tech stated, tracing Sjael’s breasts, again, “And I like that.”
“And you’re quite creative,” noted Sjael as she tapped the tip of his nose, “I like that, too. Should you head back?”
Meanwhile, Sjael sat up, and began tying her hair back into a braid. Once her hair was fixed, she grabbed her jumpsuit, and started getting dressed. Tech could not help but watch her, slightly disappointed that she was so quickly putting her clothes back on. He sighed and shook his head.
“No, let us stay for a bit,” Tech said, as he picked up his clothes as well, putting on his blacks first, then his pants, shirt, and vest.
“ I want to make my own patterns in the stars, with your help,” he mentioned as he gently put on his goggles, looking at Sjael, who was putting her boots on, “Seriously, this time. Let me get my data pad, it is in my backpack. What do you think the name of that star is?”
“Is it still the ladder constellation?” Sjael asked, taking out her own data pad. She gasped as she felt Tech’s arm around her. The Belter engineer grinned at him.
“Bosmang, you trying to get close? Haven’t you had enough?”
“It is nice to stay next to you, you are so very warm,” he said sweetly, kissing her shoulder. Sjael nuzzled his cheek, making him chuckle.
“Get too close to a star, and they will burn you,”
“I can handle that. Now, back to the ladder constellation. Which stars make the first rung?”
