[The predacon growls low and pleased like, frame jerking as that tongue comes in contact with his interface panel. Ratchet definitely knows where to touch, unsurprising for one of his profession, and Predaking finds himself enjoying the attention--the forwardness of what the other is doing.
One clawed hand slides up the other's back to stroke against the back of his neck, applying the lightest of pressure to get him to repeat the action.]
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One clawed hand slides up the other's back to stroke against the back of his neck, applying the lightest of pressure to get him to repeat the action.]