[Rung's eagerly returns the kiss, fingers finding a break in the armor at the other's hips and hooking there--anchoring himself as he feels Dead End start to trail his hand back up.
His hips instinctively rock forward a bit into the touch and the kiss becomes sloppy in a way as his thought process stops working now as he trembles, every little touch setting his systems on fire as his engine revs, begging for more.]
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His hips instinctively rock forward a bit into the touch and the kiss becomes sloppy in a way as his thought process stops working now as he trembles, every little touch setting his systems on fire as his engine revs, begging for more.]