“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.
Heart hammering in his chest, Techie gives Ren a grin of pure glee, cat-like and pleased. Now that he’s sure of his interest being mutual, there’s a confidence to Techie that lends him extra appeal.
He pulls down his baggy shirt down enough to expose his collar bone and then runs his thumb over Ren’s bottom lip.
“You can d-devour me all you like… How about starting here?” he preens, gesturing to the expanse of newly-exposed skin.
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