[His engine revs hard as he presses his chest up against the Autobot's, humming lightly into the kiss he refuses to break. He can feel Rung's hands grabbing onto his hips, vents stopping for just a moment before kicking back into full spin. With what he has planned, he knows Rung won't be able to keep his hands there, but for now. For now it's fine.

Fingers slowly smooth over the other's spike down to the base, before gripping it once more for some slow - yet slightly firmer - strokes. A little smile of sorts working its way onto his face behind the kiss. Rung is happy and this could end well. Rung is happy and this will end well. Hopefully. If he doesn't screw up.]