The hand still on Kagerou's hip tightens it's grip, pulling him snug against the length of Perceptor's chassis as the scientist leans forward, pressing Kagerou between his weight and the wall.

"Then tell me what you want," he breathes, mouth dipping lower, brushing over the line of Kagerou's jaw.

His hand squeezes Kagerou's tightly, enough to relish the closeness without causing harm, thumb tracing the mech's knuckle in a small, soft gesture of affection as his leg pushes up in sharp counterpoint against him.