quick sketch: sneak away from his uncle and flew a shuttle just for secret snogging sessions with some young officer in a remote planet called arkanis.
Techie’s heart rose into his throat, pulse pounding loud in his ears. His back pressed firm against the wall, so close to Kylo that their bodies are heating up from the proximity. This closeness is addictive. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes, “All, yes. No take b-backs, I swear.” Techie itches to place his hands on Kylo’s waist.
“Uh, wha-? M-my own??” Techie’s entire body turns a cherry red, brighter than his hair, and he’s so embarrassed (and slightly aroused?) at the ensuing mental image that he splutters and has to cover his face with his hands.
TechieHux 