Having some Tech thots lately, more under the cut.
Friendly 18+ reminder! This is NSFW.
Just a little blurb.
“Does the carpet match the drapes?”
Hunter spit out his drink while Wrecker laughed and slapped him on the back.
Tech bristled. “Excuse me?”
“Does the carpet match the drapes?” You repeated.
Crosshair shared a look with Echo, who shrugged in response. He stood up and walked towards the cockpit.
“I’m only wondering.” You stated, turning you attention back to the ration bar in your hand.
“What on earth prompted that question?” Tech asked.
Hunter leaned forward in curiosity.
“Well, after spending more time in the sun, you are much more Auburn headed than I realized. Each one of you is so different, Hunter has that full head of brown hair, Cross is more silver-“
“What about me?” Wrecker interrupted.
“You are perfect, big guy.” You winked at Wrecker.
He smiled and stood up moving back to the bunks, Crosshair quickly following, after shooting you a knowing look.
“I cannot believe you would ask something like that.” Tech said, turning his attention back to his datapad.
“I can,” said Hunter. He made his way over to you, leaning down to whisper “just keep it quiet,” before following Echo’s path to the cockpit.
Now, with just you and Tech in the galley, you tossed your ration bar to a table and turned your attention to him.
“What?” He asked, looking up at you briefly.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
He rolled his eyes.
“C’mon Tech,” you whined.
He couldn’t ignore you forever, surely.
You got up and stood directly in front of him, he tapped away on his datapad.
“Please?” You breathed out, your voice dripping with want.
That caught his attention.
“What...what do you want?” He asked shakily, his cheeks heating up under your lustful gaze.
“I’ve asked so many times already, Tech.”
“One more time, my love?” He breathed out.
“Does the carpet...match the drapes?”
Slowly, Tech began unbuckling his armor, never breaking eye contact with you, til he finally rolled down his blacks and undergarments
His length sprang to attention, a bit of precum leaking out the tip.
“Please...” Tech whimpered, beginning to palm himself, your name rolling off his tongue.
“Well what do you know?” You smiled, “you are a somewhat of a ginger after all.”