Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.
“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.
And then bolts for the nearest exit.
Even though Techie was having trouble looking at Ren directly after the kiss, his pupils dilated so fast and so hard they made an audible whirr. Voice shaking with shame, he confesses, “I l-like to be hurt, sometimes.” Spending his puberty amongst cruel gangsters hadn’t helped.
Then he turns his red-cheeked face towards Ren and meets his gaze. “And if it’s you, I m-mind even less.” Techie’s fingers curl into the hem of his dress shirt anxiously.
TechieHux 