[His engine is already humming, and his hips hitch up against those fingers. It's hard not to just pop the thing open, under the touch -- Ratchet does it so easily to him.]
[There's a groan of his own, and he palms a hand down Ratchet's chest, dragging fingertips across it, looking for a hold.]
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[There's a groan of his own, and he palms a hand down Ratchet's chest, dragging fingertips across it, looking for a hold.]