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.
Mustering up every hint of courage he has, Techie presses a soft kiss into Ren’s neck. Fear and doubt flood his senses; What if he’s doing something wrong, or weird? When he pulls back, he locks his questioning, hesitant gaze with Ren’s.
He asks, voice low, “Can I d-do that again?”
The kiss sends sparks up his skin, down his back and up to his hair. He wanted him to do it again, of only just to feel that spark of life he seemed to radiate.
“Please?” he answers with a soft smile, hoping. But things seemed easier with Techie, and he wouldn’t have to hope and hope for nothing.
More than happy to oblige, Techie presses his lips again to the sensitive skin just under his ear. And then again, and again, and again; wherever he can reach. Techie peppers Ren all over with adoring kisses. He’s probably getting carried away, but his heart feels like it’s at capacity and spilling over.
They’ve practically just met, but can’t they be good to each other? Steal whatever bit of pleasure they can together? He has no idea when the violence onship will flare, and who will or won’t survive.
Techie presses himself closer to Ren and wraps his arms around his neck, swallowing down that bleak thought.
TechieHux 