Neck kissing and/or peppered kisses with Tech? (SFW please)
SMOOCHES 💖 AND SNUGGLES BECAUSE TECH DESERVES IT
Tech's fingers were pressed to his forehead, and he was mumbling, as he always did when he was thinking. His gloved fingers raked through the curly mess of hair on his head, now disheveled from his continuous raking. You leaned on the doorway and watched for a moment- Tech, when thinking and planning, would pull himself into his own world and talk with his thoughts. Everything sounded like it made sense to him aloud, it seemed, and it was all the better for you.
Sometimes, though, he needed some grounding. Especially when reading a simple manual.
"Hey, hot stuff." You walked into the room. Tech raised his fingers in greeting, and you leaned down, brushing his back with your fingertips. His shoulders relaxed and Tech's head rose from the book, which you accepted as invitation to embrace.
The man sighed under you. "Darling," He greeted, quite softly.
"What's got that head of yours in a twist?" You drew your fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into it, sighing. "The same manual?"
The corners of his lips twitched. "I seem to have made a slight miscalculation on the new hyperdrive we have installed in the Havoc. Apparently, it appears to not be collaborating with our galactic mapping system." Even with the peaceful expression, he grimaced. "We almost landed ourselves in the middle of a star destroyer last time we jumped hyperspace."
Your lips pursed, and you leaned down to kiss his hair. His soap was still fresh, still present, and his curly locks were still damp from his shower. "If anyone can figure it out, it's you." You mumbled, squeezing your other hand on his arm. You drew away enough to smile down at him.
Tech blinked up at you, the brown eyes earnest and eager, standing out to the reddened imprints of his goggles. "You truly believe that? Well, of course I can." He mumbled again. "Did my talking interrupt you?"
You shook your head and leaned down, chin pressing into his shoulder as you hugged him. You rolled your back, stretching like a loth cat waking up from a nap, turning your face into his neck and pecking him. "Talking helps you. I like hearing you talk." You grinned and delivered three more kisses to the side of his neck, leaning against him.
"Then would you be opposed to me speaking aloud to you?" He reached a hand back and touched you, chin bumping your head as he turned towards you.
"Absolutely." You smiled into him, relaxing as Tech turned back to his holopad and, rejuvinated, began to read and reason aloud, allowing you to lean on him and peck him as you listened to him speak.
