That touch down the center of his chest had the therapist faltering in the kisses he was showering the other with, optics flickering then dimming as a soft, static-y sound escaped him.

Oh did that feel wonderful.

One of his hands moved once he finally got himself functioning again and he tugged Max in for a real kiss again, forgoing anymore light and gentle touches in favor of a more needy passion. Skilled fingers began to find their way into breaks in Max's armor as his free hand smoothed down the other's chest in return, finding and stroking wiring and more sensitive areas as he let go of all thoughts holding him back.