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The ship was fairly quiet as Echo finally made his way to his room. It wasn’t unusual for him to stay up later than his brothers, often plagued by insomnia or, if he was lucky enough to go to sleep at a normal time, nightmares. Frequently, you would stay up late with him and chat about anything and everything, from the latest holonet gossip to your dreams for after the war. Tonight, however, he hadn’t seen you since you stepped into the ‘fresher for a shower.
He tiptoed along the corridor, trying to not wake anyone as he slipped back into his room. Just as he grabbed the handle of the door, he heard a low whimper come from your room. Immediately, his mind flashed to images of you hurt, maybe trying in vain to bandage a cut from the last mission. Without thinking, he abandoned his own quest for sleep and made his way to your door, which was cracked open just slightly.
Your whimpers continued, and Echo had half a mind to just barge in and make sure you were okay. However, his manners were too well instilled in him, and he raised his hand to knock.
“Echo!” your whimpers turned into a sharp gasp, and Echo dropped his hand to his side in shock. He felt silly for not realizing what was happening before, and though he tried to just turn around and forget that he’d ever heard you, all the blood in his brain was rapidly rushing south, and he stood rooted to the ground. You let out another breathy cry, and this time, curiosity got the better of him. Peeking through the crack in the door, he was just able to make out the top half of your body, chest heaving with exertion. Your head was lolled back and your eyes were squeezed shut, and Echo could see your arm working at something just out of his sight.
“Shit, mesh’la,” Echo muttered the words quietly under his breath, but it wasn’t quiet enough. Your eyes snapped open and you sat up straight in your bed, trying to shake away the thoughts that had been clouding your mind just moments ago. You locked eyes with Echo, burning with embarrassment but unable to look away.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were--” you cut yourself off as Echo slid quietly into the room, shutting the door behind him with an audible click.
“No, I shouldn’t have been watching. I just heard you and- and I thought you might be hurt and I just had to make sure you were okay,” Echo rushed out. “And then you said my name-- fuck, you said my name,”
He took another tentative step towards you, and you only looked up at him with your mouth hanging open slightly. When he reached your bunk, the two of you just stared at each other for a minute. Echo noticed that you had tugged your blanket up to cover your chest, but your shoulders were bare.
“I didn’t think you’d hear. Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have--” your spiraling train of thought was cut off by Echo’s lips on yours, and your eyes went wide. He pulled back, already stammering out an apology. Before he could get the words out, however, you tugged him back down into another kiss. He let his hand trail up to knot in your hair, his prosthetic skimming down to your waist.
“Fuck, I can’t pretend I haven’t thought about this,” Echo breathed against your lips. “Thought you would never be interested in me,”
“Gods, no. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you,” your confession was muffled by the groan that spilled from your throat as Echo mouthed at your collarbone. You grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him as close to you as possible. His scomp link dug slightly into your hip, and Echo pulled away sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, I know I’m probably not a very good person to be doing this with,” his eyes shone with vulnerability, and you wanted to properly take the time to try and ease all the insecurities he may have about his body. Right now, however, he had just interrupted you on the brink of orgasm, so your mind was slightly preoccupied.
“Echo, the only thing you should apologize for is not touching me properly yet,” you teased, and the worry eased out of his face, replaced with something you could only identify as hunger.
“You’re awfully demanding for someone who was just crying out my name a few minutes ago,” he said, lips sliding down your sternum to sit between your breasts. He pulled back a bit to look at you fully, your heaving chest now exposed completely. He cupped one of your breasts in his hand, running his thumb over the pebbled nipple.
“Fuck, that’s good,” you groaned, and Echo smiled as he watched your reactions. When he felt you were getting impatient, he leaned down and bit gently at the meat of your breast, making you arch your back and whine low in your throat.
“Those noises,” Echo muttered against your skin. “You sound so sexy when you’re whining for me,”
He smothered your breasts with kisses and the occasional bite, relishing in the way you writhed underneath him. As you tugged at the waistband of his pants, however, he pulled back slightly.
“Oh! I’m sorry, we don’t have to if you don’t want to go that far,” you apologized hastily, dropping your hands to your lap. Echo cupped your cheek with his left hand and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Trust me, cyar’ika, I really, really want to. I just--” he trailed off, gesturing to himself. “I just don’t know if I’d know how to make you feel good after all this,”
Before the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes could fall, you threw yourself at the man in front of you, knocking him backward. You peppered kisses all over his face and let him run his hands all over your body as you laid on top of him. Echo could feel the swell of your breasts pressed against him, and he felt his cock twitch in his blacks.
“How about this,” you said, holding yourself over him. Echo couldn’t help but let his eyes rake down your body. “I can show you what I like, and you can show me what you like,”
“That sounds good,” Echo said absently, still staring openly at your chest. You giggled as you sat back and spread your legs, letting him get a good look at your pussy for the first time. You were still slick from your previous activities, a thin coat of your wetness leaking down onto your thighs. He sucked in a breath. “Fuck, mesh’la. You’re prettier than the stars above, you know that?”
“All for you,” your voice caught as you slid your hand down your thigh, the heel of your hand just ghosting over your clit. “Can I see you?”
Though he was fairly self-conscious about his body after the Citadel, all of Echo’s self-doubt flew out the window when he saw the way you were looking at him. Your eyes sparkled in the low light of the room, lip caught between your teeth and hand teasing over your slit. Echo threw off his shirt and tugged his pants down, letting his cock spring free to bounce against his chest. You gasped when you saw how achingly hard it looked.
“See what you do to me, cyar’ika?” Echo said, loosely pumping himself with his hand. You watched him eagerly, fingers finally coming down to rub slow circles over your clit.
“You’re so big,” you said almost involuntarily. His cock was flushed a rosy brown and a bead of precome had collected at the top, which Echo swiped to help slick up his movements. You groaned as his hips stuttered up at your praise.
“Wanna watch you come for me,” he breathed out. Your fingers worked faster at your clit as your other hand came down to prod two fingers inside of you gently. Echo moaned as he saw your cunt swallow your fingers greedily, and he squeezed his cock as he imagined sliding into you.
“Can’t wait to feel you fill me up,” you mumbled before adding a third finger. It was a slightly bigger stretch than you were used to, but you wanted to replicate the feeling of him stretching you out as he fucked you. Your efforts were rewarded by a deep groan from Echo, and you watched as he stroked himself faster, timing his movements with your fingers working inside of you. Having been interrupted earlier, your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and your hips jerked whenever you flicked your fingers over your clit.
“Shit, you gonna come for me cyar’ika?” Echo breathed out, working his cock faster. From the way his voice cracked, you could tell he was getting close too. His eyes were flicking back intently between your face and your pussy, torn between watching your face contorted in pleasure and your fingers working you to completion. “Wanna watch you. Wanna hear you cry out my name when you come,”
“M’close, Echo,” you whined, thighs shaking as you neared your peak.
“So fucking pretty and laid out all for me,” Echo mused as he watched you shake. “Can’t wait to bury my cock in that sweet little pussy,”
His filthy words sent you over the edge, whimpering his name over and over again. As your hips jerked off the bed, Echo swore low in his throat and came all over his knuckles, some ropes even reaching up to his chest. When you were finally beginning to tremble through the aftershocks of your orgasm, you slumped forward towards the clone in front of you. Echo took care to make sure you wouldn’t be dirtied by his release, though the thought of you with your face covered in his come was making his cock stir, even after the orgasm he just had. With dreamy eyes, you glanced up at Echo, who was smiling at you.
“How was that?” you asked, and he chuckled.
“More than alright, cyar’ika. Although next time, I’m going to do more than just watch,” he said, pulling you close to him and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.
“You better. I have a feeling that I could put your mouth to good use,” you teased, leaning up for a kiss which Echo eagerly accepted.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he quipped back, and you smiled. The two of you fell back into the sheets, Echo snatching a piece of cloth from the bedside table to clean himself off. You had wrapped yourself around his body, head nuzzling into his neck and chest pressed firmly against his side.
“Thank you for helping me,” you mumbled sleepily. Echo pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Next time, feel free to call for me before you start touching yourself. I can’t promise I’ll be dumb enough to try and peek in on you next time,” he said, and you smacked him lightly. The two of you chatted for a bit before Echo felt your head droop in the crook of his arm, and your steady breathing lulled him to sleep. For the first time in many cycles, he didn’t have a single nightmare.