Rung smiled softly, what would seem like almost adoringly down at the sniper as he straightened up just a touch.
"I promise."
Empty promises were something he was good at though, twisting another's spark to get what he wanted out of them. As long as he kept up the game, nothing else mattered and Perceptor would be his; loyal and willing.
He allows himself to be pulled closer, optics flickering then dimming as he feels the purr of the other's engine coursing through his frame. The therapist continues to trail nips down the sniper's neck, reaching the other's shoulder and running his glossa along the mount of Perceptor's scope. A pleased hum escapes him when his patient finally speaks and then nips at Rung's neck in return now, the therapist tilting his head some to give the other more room.
Because how can he deny that needy sound?
"And maybe what?" he urged softly, nuzzling at the sniper as his hips rocked forward a bit, yearning for a more solid touch--willing the other to keep touching.
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"I promise."
Empty promises were something he was good at though, twisting another's spark to get what he wanted out of them. As long as he kept up the game, nothing else mattered and Perceptor would be his; loyal and willing.
He allows himself to be pulled closer, optics flickering then dimming as he feels the purr of the other's engine coursing through his frame. The therapist continues to trail nips down the sniper's neck, reaching the other's shoulder and running his glossa along the mount of Perceptor's scope. A pleased hum escapes him when his patient finally speaks and then nips at Rung's neck in return now, the therapist tilting his head some to give the other more room.
Because how can he deny that needy sound?
"And maybe what?" he urged softly, nuzzling at the sniper as his hips rocked forward a bit, yearning for a more solid touch--willing the other to keep touching.