[He isn't expecting that answer. For a good minute, he can only stare at the living robot. Though his optic goes dim, head rolling back against the wall again when the tongue flicks over the mark. It's enough to make him arch forward, pressing plating to plating again more firmly, responding in kind.]
[He was uneasy before, but... with the heat, the friction... it's difficult to remember why. Especially when he's given a choice.]
[For him, being allowed to decide what he wants, to be able to choose what he wants... it's just as intoxicating, just as arousing as what the bigger bot is doing to his hips.]
Anything...?
[His voice is low, almost distracted. But oh so very pleased.]
My wings... they're sensitive. And the rest...
[His hips jerk forward, to press firmly against the heated plating before them.]
no subject
[He was uneasy before, but... with the heat, the friction... it's difficult to remember why. Especially when he's given a choice.]
[For him, being allowed to decide what he wants, to be able to choose what he wants... it's just as intoxicating, just as arousing as what the bigger bot is doing to his hips.]
Anything...?
[His voice is low, almost distracted. But oh so very pleased.]
My wings... they're sensitive. And the rest...
[His hips jerk forward, to press firmly against the heated plating before them.]
Is there.