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Technodream - Thigh Highs and Lows

Technoblade would never, never, wear thigh highs. Or- he would never tell anyone he wore thigh highs. In his defense, they were tactical thigh highs made of a cooling fabric that allowed him to wear his thick trousers, cape, and armour while fighting without getting overheated.

He could tell himself that all day, he could swear it on his life, hell Technoblade could get a tattoo saying that they weren't thigh highs. But, when he stood in front of the mirror and actually saw them on him, he couldn't help but admit that, no matter what, they were thigh highs.

At least no one will see them and live to tell the tale.

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He didn't know what to expect from the duel with Dream. While he was definitely more skilled at dueling, Dream was a crafty opponent he couldn't take lightly.

When Technoblade won, it felt like a dream itself, he auto piloted his way through his victory speech, joking with Mr Beast and Dream, and making his way back to his hotel room. He untied his cape and folded it on a chair, pulled off his belt and untied his boots, setting them next to the cape and pulled off his trousers, laying the folded clothing on top of the chair as well.

The fact that Techno had actually beat Dream, and won $100,000 as well, it felt surreal. If this was a dream and he actually got destroyed, don't pinch him.

Techno fell on the bed, letting the exhaustion from that day and the soft mattress lure him into a secure sleep.

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He didn't know how long he was asleep. All he knew was that when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a familiar stranger. Familiar because he knew that body, a stranger because he had never seen that face before.

"Dream? What are you doing in my room?" Techno mumbled, sitting up as he stretched his arms high above his head.

Dream's face, which was already red for some reason, now turned about a million shades darker, "I uh, you weren't answering and Mr. Beast said that you looked kinda dazed, I was worried."

"Worried? Dream you're not getting soft are ya?"

Dream was acting... weird. He kept looking at Technoblade then quickly looking away, his face was flushed - which was strange because Techno was actually shivering a little and- oh.

"You have to die now."

"Wh- What?" Dream sputtered, backing away when he saw Techno pull a sword out from under his pillow.

"You have to die, no one can know about this!" Techno was out of bed now, swinging the sword at Dream, who kept jumping out of the way.

Dream weaved left and right, "Wait- Techno, you don't have t- Watch it!- you don't gotta kill me buddy! I swear I'll forget! I won't tell anyone-!"

Techno shoved him down, legs straddling his waist and sword piercing the ground.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"We've been friends for years- why wouldn't you trust me?"

Techno snorted, "Friends? That's not correct, my only friend is Philza."

"What the hell?! We literally train together, we blew up L'manburg together- how are not friends?"

"You... you consider me a friend?"

Techno slid off of Dream, letting his hands fall uselessly from the blade's handle.

Dream sat up and scooted close enough to gently hold Techno's cheek, "I mean, I'd like to consider you more than a friend, but if you want to just be friends then you have my friendship and loyalty forever. "

"More than friends?" Techno's head was spinning with the surplus of new information, "What do you...?"

Dream leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Techno's lips. For a terrifying second, the piglin froze and just when Dream was about to pull away and apologize he felt a hand grab his and suddenly Techno was kissing him.

It was incredible, it was perfect, Techno's lips were soft and yet dominant against Dream's, he clambered onto Dream's lap and gently shoved him to the ground.

Dream let his hands wander underneath Techno's shirt, gently scratching past his ribs to reach his sensitive nipples. Techno gasped into the kiss, hands tangling roughly in Dream's hair.

Their hips ground together slowly, pulling moans from both of them.

"Techno- ah- Techno please-"

Technoblade grinned at the man beneath him. In a matter of minutes he had Dream himself begging for him. The power was exhilarating.

"Beg for me."

"Wha- What?" Dream's eyes were unfocused.

"Why should I fuck you, hm? Beg for me and I just might think about it."

Dream whimpered, "Please Techno, please, I need you, I want you, please please fuck me."

It wasn't great, but they could work on that.

Techno pulled down Dream's pants, letting his hand linger over the bulge in his boxers, before pulling those down as well.

"Stretch yourself for me, I don't want to dirty myself, okay sweetie?" Techno searched Dream's face for any hint that he had gone too far, that maybe Dream wasn't into degradation, but the warrior only let out a soft moan before sticking his fingers in his mouth.

Dream was obeying Techno perfectly. He didn't waste any time covering his fingers in saliva before stretching himself out. Techno watched him, barely holding himself back at the sight of Dream opening so prettily for him.

He pulled off his underwear, opting to leave the thigh highs on, and spat in his hand so he could get to work lubing up his cock.

After what felt like ages, Dream finally pulled out his fingers, ready for him.

"Good boy," Techno praised, settling in between the blonde's legs, 'So, so good for me."

Dream whimpered as Techno pushed in agonizingly slow, letting Dream adjust every single inch.

Once he was fully seated inside, Techno could hardly breathe. Dream was so warm and tight around him, he was perfect.

One look at the other confirmed that Dream was ready, as his his ansty squirming and soft cries of pleasure didn't already give it away, Dream was also shifting his hips, trying to get Techno even deeper inside him.

Techno, never one to disappoint, pulled all the way out before viciously slamming inside him. Dream cried out in a dizzying mix of pain in pleasure. Technoblade was unrelentless, thrusting at a rough pace that made Dream's head swim with euphoria.

Then he hit that sweet bundle of nerves and Dream thought he died and gone to heaven.

"Techno-! Ah! Please -Harder- Please, 'need you, need you so bad, please-!" He babbled incoherently.

Techno felt that tight knot in his stomach beginning to form, and his thrusts became almost frenzied as he chased that high.

Dream keened as his prostate was abused, "Tech' gonna cum!"

"Cum for me Dreamie, cum on my cock alone." Techno grunted.

Dream let the pleasure overtake him, vision turning white as he finally released over both of them.

It wasn't much later when Techno buried himself deep inside Dream and filled him.

When they both came down from their highs, Techno pulled himself out, wincing at the oversensitivity.

Dream fidgeting, avoiding Techno's gaze.

"What's wrong?" Technoblade asked, worry filling his gut.

"Can we, uh, can we cuddle?"

Techno laughed, "Sure Dream, we can do that."

He knew one thing. Tactical thigh highs were the best thing ever made.