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.
“We can work on it, if you l-like,” Techie smiled, voice warm. He leaned closer once more, lips ghosting over the corner of Ren’s lips. ‘What an addictive man, he thought,’ high on the kisses and affection. ‘I want all of him.’
Techie looped his arms around Ren’s neck again and pressed them together, practically sliding onto his lap. He was being much too needy, he knew, but it had been so long since someone had touched him.
TechieHux 