Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”
Techie’s eyes flutter shut and he sighs contentedly against the light brush of their lips, putting his palms on Matt’s chest. He’s so warm, and soft, and Techie wants to deepen the kiss… Matt might get nervous and pull away, though. He can’t risk that heartbreak, so he pulls away himself. This had to be some kind of mistake, right? Maybe Matt just got swept along and he hadn’t meant to kiss him so gently, so reverently.
Poor self-esteem left him sort of unable to understand why Matt would actually lean in. He was so fucking perfect, every single thing about him! It didn’t make any sense that he’d kiss Techie, of all people, who looked liked a skittish droid and a greasy man’s love-child.
“I wanted to know, th-that’s all,” he whispers, hands still over Matt’s chest. If they didn’t ever move from this position, Techie could die happy. “The, uh. K-Kiss. W-was that…?”
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