Tarn smirks, the squint of his optics giving the expression away, and slowly grinds his fingers over the outside of Vos's valve. Just enough to tease, pressing against external nodes with slow, firm circles.
He knows what Vos wants. He just likes to draw it out, make the smaller mech squirm.
Eventually, finally, one finger presses inside, leisurely parting the inner mesh, letting the calipers flutter and adjust to that first intrusion. He pauses once fully inside, knuckle deep with that warm, slickening port around him, to admire the view with a purr of approval. Then he withdraws, finger curling and twisting as it passes back over the nodes. Out, then in again, setting an unhurried, easy pace.
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He knows what Vos wants. He just likes to draw it out, make the smaller mech squirm.
Eventually, finally, one finger presses inside, leisurely parting the inner mesh, letting the calipers flutter and adjust to that first intrusion. He pauses once fully inside, knuckle deep with that warm, slickening port around him, to admire the view with a purr of approval. Then he withdraws, finger curling and twisting as it passes back over the nodes. Out, then in again, setting an unhurried, easy pace.