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“How do you ask a woman if she is interested in having sex with you?”
Of all the questions that Hunter expected Tech to ask, this was not one of them. It takes him a moment to process that he’d actually heard what he thought he had and another moment still to make his brain form a response.
“Um—Did you have someone in mind?” Hunter finally asks, the words coming out strangled.
“Well, yes,” Tech blinks, “That’s why I’m asking.”
“Um—Well, I suppose it depends on the woman. Are you in a relationship with her or just looking for something casual?”
Hunter's heightened senses pick up the quickening of Tech's heart rate and nervous prickle of perspiration on his brow. He fiddles with the strap of his goggles before taking a deep breath and answering.
“There is a woman I have found myself growing fond of, and I believe she is sexually attracted to me. I have observed her physiological reactions and have concluded that she is aroused in my presence. She has shown no signs of romantic interest; thus, I would be willing to settle for an exclusively sexual relationship if that is what she desires."
For perhaps the first time in his life, Hunter thinks his brother is being an idiot. If Hunter’s suspicions are correct about the identity of the woman who’s captured his brother’s heart, she would absolutely be interested in a relationship with Tech.
Still, Hunter knows that his brother isn't the most confident socially and is undoubtedly hesitant to believe that an absolutely gorgeous, funny, and smart woman would truly like him for anything more than just sex.
"This is going to require a delicate touch", he thinks.
"The way I see it," Hunter begins, "you have two options. Option A: Flirt with her, maybe ask her on a date, and see where things go from there. If she indicates that she wants more, make a move. Option B: Flat out ask if she wants to explore a sexual relationship. Something low stakes, no strings attached. I'd recommend Option A, though," Hunter hints, "who knows? Maybe something more will come out of it?"
Hunter doesn't know as much about women as his brothers seem to think, but even Tech should be able to pull this off. Besides, the object of his affection is so besotted by him that she probably won't care that he's romantically challenged.
Tech ponders the advice for a moment, then sets his face into a determined expression.
“I unfortunately don’t understand the complexities of dating, therefore, I think the best approach is straightforwardness. Wish me luck.”
Before Hunter can reply and try to convince him to take the more romantic route, his brother is already walking away, and he can only shake his head in fond exasperation.
As long as they’re both happy…
“Good morning, Sarad. Would you be interested in pursuing a sexual relationship?”
Of all the ways that she expected Tech to greet her, this was not one of them.
“Excuse me?”
Tech is standing in the doorway of her shop, which was fortunately empty of customers. His expression turns sheepish, his posture a bit slouched, and he steps further into the building, letting the door swing gently shut behind him.
“I—I apologize, Sarad,” the nickname rolling off his tongue, “I have perhaps gotten ahead of myself. Since getting to know one another, I have observed some telltale signs of your sexual attraction to me, and I would not be opposed to exploring an intimate relationship.”
Would not be opposed?
“Wow, Tech. You sure know how to make a girl feel special," she drawls, her expression flat, concealing the storm of emotions swirling through her head.
She thinks about the past few months that she’s known Tech and the rest of the Batch. She can’t deny her attraction to him, but until now, he’d seemed fairly oblivious to her feelings. She can't help the pang of hurt, however, that the man only seems to want sex. Still, if that's all she can have with him, she'll take it happily.
Despite herself, a flare of heat coils in her belly, and she bites back a smile. Of course, Tech would approach her like this. If she weren’t so enamored, she might find it in herself to be more offended, or even embarrassed, by his lack of tact. As it stands, she's just pathetically happy that he wants her back in any way.
Tech doesn’t seem to pick up on the sarcasm, fidgeting nervously as he approaches the front counter of her shop.
She steps out from behind the counter and stands before the man, tilting her head back a bit to meet his gaze. His eyes are wide behind his goggles, nervously darting over her features. He lets out a shaky breath when she grabs his hand in her own.
"Yes," she whispers, "I'm interested."
She places her free hand on his Tech's jawline, and she swears that he almost whines at the contact. Her thumb trails back and forth over his cheek, and she revels in the way his breath hitches and his eyes dilate from her touch.
She gets up on her tiptoes and gently, so gently, brushes her lips against his.
“I want you, Tech. In any way that you’ll have me.”
The words are truer than she wants to admit. Is it sad that she's willing to let herself have her heart broken just so that she can have a small piece of a man who only wants her for one thing? Yes. Is she still going to do it? Also, yes.
Tech lets out a shuddering breath and hesitantly places a hand on her waist.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Sarad. I’m inexperienced in this, in all of this,” Tech admits, the confidence that he’d possessed at the beginning of the conversation seeming to waver.
“That’s okay, Tech,” Sarad assures, brushing another chaste kiss on his lips. “You’ll learn. You’re pretty good at that.”
With that, she pulls herself from his grasp, and she can feel Tech’s gaze burning onto her back as she flips her shop’s sign to Closed and locks the door. She walks to the stairs at the back of the shop, and Tech is only spurred into motion when she holds out her hand to him and asks,
“You wanna start now?"
He scrambles over to her, and the expression on his face is unlike anything she's seen before. She practically drags Tech up the stairs to her apartment, and they barely make it through the door before she’s all over him.
Tech has never made it this far with a woman before. The extent of his experience with women was limited to chaste kissing, typically in a grungy booth at 79s. And those kisses had never felt like this.
They're sitting on the sofa, and Sarad is perched next to him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and he can feel her breasts pressing against him. Unsure of where to put his hands, he keeps them in his lap, trying to focus on returning her kisses.
After a few moments, she pulls back from him, and her full, kiss-swollen lips turn down into a playful pout.
“You can touch me, Tech. I want you to touch me.”
When he doesn’t respond, she pulls back even further, and her eyebrows furrow with concern.
“Is this too fast? I’m sorry, I don’t want to pressure you. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
Finally, Tech moves. He pulls Sarad close to him again and holds her gently at the waist.
“No,” he assures her, “I want this. I just—I don’t know what to do, and I’m worried I’ll embarrass myself.”
It takes a lot to admit, and Tech has never felt so vulnerable, but the judgment and mocking that he's expecting don’t come.
Instead, Sarad smiles and swings her leg over Tech's lap so that she's straddling his thighs. His grip on her waist is firmer now, and a shiver runs through his body when she trails a finger down his neck and chest.
“You won’t embarrass yourself,” she assures, splaying her palm over his heart, “We have all the time in the world to learn how to please each other.”
“Practice makes perfect,” Tech offers shyly, trying to will himself to relax before he spills in his pants.
“Exactly,” Sarad beams, and she leans even closer, her chest pressing against his own. Her lips are a hairsbreadth from his, and this time it’s Tech who initiates the kiss.
He lets the hands that are on her waist roam, moving across her back and sides, and Sarad explores him in turn. She slips her hands under his thin t-shirt, and Tech gasps when she drags her finger below his navel. She doesn’t go much further, simply brushing over the line of hair, but the contact is enough to make Tech stiffen beneath her. When her pinky breaches his waistband, Tech instinctively tightens his grasp on her body and pulls her forward on his lap, groaning when her weight settles over his rapidly hardening cock.
Sarad smiles into their kiss and rolls her hips over him. When he gasps and throws his head back against the sofa, she trails her mouth across his jaw and down his neck. After another roll of her hips, the woman climbs off Tech’s lap and kneels on the floor between his spread legs. The loss of her weight on his lap spurs Tech to lift his head, and he watches with anticipation as Sarad runs her palms up from his knees to his upper thighs. She unlaces his boots and pulls off his socks, then pauses before going any further.
"Can I take these off?" She asks coyly, pulling at his belt and pants.
Tech nods immediately, whining out an unintelligible approval.
Tech is nearly in a trance as she pulls the belt from his pant loops, and it isn’t until she pulls down his zipper and tugs at his denims that he comes back to himself. Tech lifts his hips, and in a blink, he finds himself nearly naked from the waist down. He pulls his shirt off and blushes when Sarad lets her eyes linger on his revealed skin.
Now clad in only his underwear, Tech watches in anticipation as Sarad runs her palms up his thighs and hips. His cock visibly twitches beneath the tight fabric of his boxer briefs, and she grins up at him.
Her pupils are blown, and Tech can see the outline of her nipples underneath her thin blouse.
“C’mere,” he urges, and pulls her up to stand between his knees. He unbuttons her blouse, and the woman shrugs it off her shoulders when he unfastens the last button with nimble fingers. Next, he pulls on the waistband of her pants, and at her nod of encouragement, pulls them over her hips to the ground, where she kicks them off to the side. He gapes at the sight of Sarad's nearly nude body, the delicate bra and panties concealing only her most intimate parts from his eyes.
“Stand up,” she commands, and Tech has no time to react before she’s pulling him towards what he assumes is her bedroom.
The room is airy and bright, the morning sun streaming through the windows. The bed is large, covered with a gauzy quilt and fluffy pillows. Sarad pushes Tech onto the center of the bed, and he nearly comes when her body settles on top of him. With the barriers of clothing nearly eliminated, Tech can feel the warmth of her hot core pressing against him.
“S’beautiful,” he murmurs, not knowing whether to focus his attention on her face, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the windows, or her body, all the lines and curves usually covered by her clothes now exposed to him for the first time.
“Teach me how to touch you, Mesh'la,” he pleads, gripping Sarad's waist.
“Later,” she promises, nipping gently at his collarbone. “First, I want to take the edge off.”
Her kisses continue their journey down his body, and Tech’s stomach muscles quiver with anticipation when her lips reach his navel. She yanks at his briefs and grins when his hard cock springs out and smacks his stomach.
“What’re you going to do—” Tech starts to ask, but he can’t finish his question before Sarad's warm, wet mouth is wrapping around him. She sucks at the tip of his cock, and runs her tongue over his sensitive frenulum. Tech gasps and spasms under her ministrations, and she keeps a firm grasp on his hips, preventing him from bucking into her mouth. Tech can only focus on the feel of her mouth on him, the tight lock of her lips around his cock, the saliva trailing down his shaft, and the brush of her fingers over his balls.
With a shaky hand, Tech brushes away the tears and places his other hand near the nape of her neck, holding back her hair the best he can. He can feel the tightening of his stomach, the hot pulsing need burrowing under his skin.
“M’gonna come,” he mutters between moans, tugging gently at Sarad’s hair. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers one of his brothers mentioning that a man should warn a woman when he’s about to orgasm so that she can pull away.
Sarad doesn’t acknowledge his words, and her ministrations become even more frenzied. She takes him deeper, pressing her nose to the patch of hair at his base, and Tech feels the back of her throat constrict as she gags. Still, she doesn’t stop, and Tech’s vision whites out when he comes. His orgasm comes on so quickly, tearing through his body and leaving him boneless on the bed. He’s not sure how long he’s gone, but when he finally regains his vision, he looks down to see Sarad gasping for breath, her chest heaving. She'd swallowed most of his semen, but some was running down her chin and dripping onto the tops of her breasts. Tech groans and feels his now softened cock twitch when she swipes a finger through his semen, sucking it into her mouth.
Tech looks around for something to clean her up with, finding nothing, so he pulls her onto his lap, hissing when she brushes against his flaccid member. He starts with a kiss on her mouth, tasting himself when their tongues brush. He kisses and licks over her jaw and down her neck, cleaning up his mess and revelling in the scent of her perfume. Then, he reaches her chest and delights in the noises he pulls from her mouth as his lips move across her cleavage. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and Tech tries to remember how to remove a woman’s bra, but he’s never done it before, so he simply tugs the fabric down to expose her nipples. Sarad moans when he wraps his lips around one, and she grinds in his lap.
“Please, cyare,” Tech pleads after he’s coaxed both her nipples into stiff peaks, “Let me make you feel good.”
Sarad nods her head and reaches her arms behind her back, swiftly removing her bra. Then, Tech flips their bodies on the bed so that he hovers over her. She’s only wearing her panties, the small scrap of fabric doing nothing to hide the slickness of her arousal. He pulls the garment down and off her legs and, without hesitation, presses his face to her exposed core. Sarad squeals and grips her fingers into Tech’s hair.
After deeply inhaling the musky scent of female arousal, he lifts his gaze to hers.
“Can I taste you, cyare?”
As he speaks, his lips brush against her folds, and she twitches under him.
“Oh stars—please—” she gasps, spreading her legs apart for him.
Tech takes a moment to look at her. It looks more or less the same as the diagrams that he’s studied in preparation for this moment. She's dripping, slickness running down her folds and onto the bed beneath her. Her clit is red and swollen, and it pulses beneath his finger when he touches it, pulling a whine from Sarad's mouth. He then brushes the pad of his thumb over her opening, watching as it contracts and pushes out even more wetness. Sarad whines again, and through her ragged breaths, she speaks.
“You might have to hold me down,” she says, “I get really overstimulated and try to pull away before I come.”
Tech nods in understanding and continues his perusal, gently stroking each part of her.
When he’s looked his fill, Tech finally, finally, presses his mouth on her, running the flat of his tongue from bottom to top. Sarad's back arches off the bed with a moan, and Tech braces his forearm against her hips and pubic bone to prevent her from moving away. He laps up her wetness and then moves up to her clit. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucks with a delicate pressure.
He continues sucking as she gasps and groans, and brings his free hand to her opening. Collecting her slick, Tech slowly pushes in his pointer finger. Sarad is unbelievably warm and soft around his finger, and he can feel the contraction of her muscles around him.
"Curl your finger up," Sarad instructs, gasping when he follows her instruction, pressing his finger on a spongy mound inside her.
“Stars—I need more, Tech,” she wails, her legs trembling even more.
He continues sucking at her clit while he adds another finger, applying gentle pressure to that bump. Tech knows that she is close when she starts writhing under him, trying to push him away from her, but he holds firm. Her thighs clamp almost painfully around his head, muffling the noise of her sobs as she comes.
Some time later, Sarad legs loosen their hold, and Tech can look up at her. Her hair is a mess, her eyes are glossy, and her chest is heaving. She’s never looked more beautiful. She pulls him up to her face and kisses him softly, moaning when his stomach presses against her core.
“I want to fuck you,” Sarad whispers between kisses, and Tech’s brain short-circuits.
He’s in a haze as she positions his body up against the pillows at the top of the bed, settling herself onto his thighs.
“D’you want this?” she asks, fisting his weeping cock in her small hand.
Tech can only nod in acquiescence, his breath quivering with apprehension. He watches her rise onto her knees and shift forward to press her opening against the tip of his cock. He watches as she ever so slowly takes him inside, inch by inch. Tech is trembling by the time she’s seated fully on him, and she clenches her muscles around him, smiling when he moans and shakes. He grips her hips firmly against him, keeping her still. He doesn’t want this to be over too soon.
“Fuck, cyare. Feel s’good ‘round me,” he slurs, trying to hold back his impending orgasm. She hasn’t even moved yet, and he’s seconds away from exploding.
For a minute, neither of them moves, resting their foreheads against one another, sharing the same air.
When Tech finally loosens his grip on her waist, she rocks against him slowly, dragging her clit against his pubic bone. He moves his hand down and rubs gentle circles over her clit, grinning when she moans and clenches around him. Her pace quickens until she's bouncing on his cock, pulling moans from both of them.
"What does-oh stars-" Sarad gasps, "what does cyare mean?"
Tech stiffens, and his first instinct is to lie. It would reveal too much. Reveal to Sarad just how much he feels for her. That he loves her.
"Tell me, please," Sarad urges, slowing her movements slightly to look him in the eyes.
"It means beloved," Tech says quietly, holding her gaze despite how badly he wants to close his eyes and hide from her reaction. "My cyare," he says even more quietly.
What he's not expecting is for Sarad to gasp and tighten around him, her eyes rolling back as she comes, spurring his own orgasm when she clenches on his cock.
It’s hard for Tech to comprehend how good this feels; his mind is uncharacteristically blank.
In the afterglow, Sarad lies limp on Tech’s lap, his softened member still inside her.
Finally, he gains the will to move and lifts her off him, both hissing at the sensitivity. He walks to the fresher on shaky legs, getting a damp washcloth. He tries his best to be gentle when wiping the cloth over her core, erasing the remnants of their coupling. Sarad's breathing has evened out, and she watches his movements closely, her expression unreadable as he lies beside her on the bed.
"Did you mean it?" Sarad asks, her voice wavering.
"Mean what?"
"When you said that I'm your beloved." Her voice is small, and she looks afraid as she speaks.
"Yes," Tech says simply, not wanting to hide anymore. "I'm sorry, I should have told you from the beginning. I was selfish and it's all-umph"
Tech's rambling apology is cut off when Sarad practically launches herself across the bed onto him, pressing her lips to his. A few seconds later, she pulls away with tears in her eyes.
"D'you mean it?" She asks, a hopeful smile on her face.
"Yes, cyare," Tech says, "I mean it."
Her small smile widens, a tear falling down her cheek as she laughs. Through her giggles, she presses her mouth to his once again.
"I love you," Sarad whispers against his mouth, and Tech can feel her smile widen even more.
"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum," he whispers back, and even though she doesn't know the mando'a, the look on his face when he speaks says it all. He loves her.
They bask in each other's presence for a while, trading lazy kisses in the sunlit room. At some point, Tech's cock twitches against Sarad's thigh, and she giggles before dragging her wet core over Tech's lower stomach.
“You were really good,” Sarad murmurs. "I've never had sex that amazing before."
“Really?” Tech asks, hoping against everything that she’s not just flattering him.
“Tech,” she laughs incredulously, and Tech can't help but watch how her breasts bounce with the movement, “I’ve literally never come so hard in my life.”
Tech can’t help the blush that spreads over his face, and he closes his eyes to avoid her gaze.
"It was amazing for me too, cyare," he agrees, leaning up to kiss her softly.
"Does that mean we can do it again?" Sarad asks demurely, rocking her hips again.
"And again, and again, and again," Tech says, before flipping them over and worshipping his cyare's body once more.