[Hearing that click--seeing the other's spike pressurize like that--has Predaking groaning softly, a hand clamping down on Ratchet's shoulder as his own panel finally opens.
His spike pressurizes quickly, the predacon shuddering as his hips unconsciously rock a bit, a needy look in his optics as he drags his claws gently against the medic's shoulder.]
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His spike pressurizes quickly, the predacon shuddering as his hips unconsciously rock a bit, a needy look in his optics as he drags his claws gently against the medic's shoulder.]