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.
“N-Nah, it’s mostly you I like…” Techie smiles before his tongue peeks out to swipe at his bottom lip. He slots himself against Ren and gives a contented little sigh. “I’m not used to affection, but you’ve m-made me addicted to it.” Techie nips at Ren’s ear. “I like it… I l-like, um, you…” A lot, he thinks, heated. So much he can hardly sit still within his own skin.
“Oh?” He’s aware of it, but he still likes hearing it. Someone actually enjoys his company.
He tries an arm over Techie as he snuggles in. “I’m not so used to it either. I usually don’t like being touched. You are an exception to many things.” He gently kisses the scar on his forehead. Techie was making him soft.
Techie follows blindly after Ren’s lips to press a chaste kiss to them. He fights back a yawn in the middle of it and laughs quietly, feeling more safe than he ever has in his life. “I was so excited to see you again th-that I forgot how late it is,” Techie slurs, sluggish with exhaustion. One of his hands rests loosely on Ren’s hip with his fingers running softly up and down his side. The other is caught under Ren’s weight and going numb, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Techie wants to stay here tonight, with him. He might even be tempted to never leave.
TechieHux 