[ The press of K's weight on top on him sends a surge of enjoyment through Tech Boy's body, something he readily shares with K through the string connection. More than simply pleasure (of which there is also a near-overwhelming amount), there is a comfort to this. Not just lust, but warmth and protection that Tech Boy hasn't experienced in fat too long. If ever, if he's honest. Maybe he'd owe Fate a drink for their chance encounter after all, not that he'd ever admit that to anyone.

Tech Boy meets K's kiss with equal intensity and begins to slide his hands down K's back until his fingertips tease inside the waistband of K's pants, urging him into motion against him. Tech Boy hooks one leg around K's, using his foot to hold on to the back of K's knee.

The question makes him laugh softly, the kiss leaving him a little breathless. ]

Yeah, I do. Whenever I feel like it and it's appropriate. It's good stress relief. [ He leans his head slightly into the touch on his hair, conscious of every inch of K's body against his. K's smile draws out one of Tech Boy's own. ] And it's fun. You've really never tried it? [ There's an obviously projected thought masquerading as veiled suggestion, We could. Together. Unless you want something more. ]