Techie wipes sweat from his forehead and tilts his head down, coy, other hand on the back of his neck. “While I’m t-totally sincere, h-have you considered that I’m aiming for another kiss with my, er, flattery?”
“I… No, it didn’t occur to me,” he said, surprised, and then leaned forward to kiss him lightly, almost shyly.
Feeling positively euphoric, like he’s on cloud nine, Techie sighs into the kiss and presses their chests flush together. His lips are a little chapped, but they brush over Kylo’s so very softly.