“You’re tired,” he grinned, and shifted his weight off his arm long enough to take off his cloak and covered them both.
“Stay here. Rest. We can talk when you wake up,” he says, kissing the shell of his ear as he slotted behind him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered.
This feels divine, Techie thinks. He loops his arms around Ren’s back and arches up, breathless, begging for more touches. Each bite leaves his head spinning. By the pleased sounds he’s making, it’s obvious that Techie likes the twinge of pain as Ren leaves hickeys all over his chest and neck.
TechieHux 