[He's willing now. More than willing. He doesn't think he could have turned it down, at this point, if he'd tried. There's still more teasing -- he doesn't know how the bigger bot can stand to do it. His shoulders roll back, and every time he's pulled away from, he ends up crying out in protest.]
[He puts that desperate need into the kiss, all teeth and tongue and demand.]
[He tries pushing his hips down, despite having his legs wrapped around Predaking's waist, to follow him, to urge more contact, more pressure and friction. He's never wanted anything like this before.]
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[He puts that desperate need into the kiss, all teeth and tongue and demand.]
[He tries pushing his hips down, despite having his legs wrapped around Predaking's waist, to follow him, to urge more contact, more pressure and friction. He's never wanted anything like this before.]