[There's a hitch in his vents as his panel is rubbed against, the therapist unable to help himself as he breaks the kiss, head falling back against the wall as he lets out a soft, pleased sound. His fingers continue to tease and trace down Dead End's chassis but his touch starts to falter as the other smooths his hands down his legs.
A pleading sound escapes him before he can stop himself, a flustered look on his face as his hips shift and his paneling retracts, the therapist a bit more needy than even he had realized.]
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A pleading sound escapes him before he can stop himself, a flustered look on his face as his hips shift and his paneling retracts, the therapist a bit more needy than even he had realized.]