FOR MY LOVELY ARTONI

[rungout]

Things had been getting better. It had been quite some time since Max had broken down and had an episode of any sort. Their therapy sessions had been going extremely well, Rung quite proud of the progress the other had been making and they'd even gotten to the point where the appointments were a little less frequent, just to give Max a chance for more freedom.

But all good things were bound to come to an end right?

Rung was in his office when he got the comm informing him of a situation involving Fort Max, the other having apparently lost himself to another episode due to someone mentioning Overlord in his presence. The therapist didn't wait for any more details than that, already making his way out of his office and heading down to the lower levels where he'd been informed Max was held up in his room.

At least he hadn't taken anyone with him. At least not that Rung had been made aware of.

When he reached the scene he immediately urged those present to back off and give him a chance to approach the door, the therapist rather commanding when he wanted to be; especially when one of his patients was involved. It probably didn't help that he cared quite a bit of Max, having been working with the other longer than most of his patients and well...it was hard not to find yourself caring after awhile.

Approaching the door, Rung's vents cycled softly and he lifted a hand to knock lighting, leaning in so his helm was almost resting against the door.

"...Max? Can I come in?"

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[rungout]

Rung didn't hesitate to go where he was shifted to, settling on the other's lap and taking advantage of the new position. He was still a bit cautious--nervous even--as he tilted his head in an attempt to deepen the kiss, not use to being in the lead but well...

It was kind of nice, in a way. Especially considering the size difference.

His entire frame shuddered as he broke away briefly, his head spinning some as he peered at Max, touching his face again before he pushed himself up so he was practically on his knees, pressing soft kisses along his jaw back to his lips.

[warborn]

A bit of adjustment and Rung was settled on his thighs as much as his lap itself, and he was using the tweaked position to help Rung up. Anything to have him continue. He let out a quiet, low noise of approval, a hand drifting from Rung's hip to his front and splaying the finger.

Not a gesture to stop. Definitely not a gesture to stop. The kiss broke and he pushed his helm back to renew it only to be treated to an adjustment of /that/. But by the way his optics flickered and his vents stuttered, it was far from unwelcome, and he stroked a digit down the center of Rung's chest with another - somewhat more repressed due to how he could /tell/ it was going to be higher-pitched - sound.

[rungout]

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.

[warborn]

...right. Focus there.

Max repeated the motion with his finger, trying to narrow down by feel alone since his optics were rather distracted. His whole face was distracted, really, especially with Rung pushing forwards. The slender digits were small enough to worm past armor, pulling more muffled noises from Max as his plating trembled imperceptibly.

It felt good.

"Want you," he managed to groan in to the kiss, pushing forwards a bit- using a hand to brace himself on the floor as he hunched over Rung, returning that need with his own considerable wand.