Please don't make me think out that stupid poem at a time like this. [ Drift spoke in a way that started with a groan and ended with the start of a laugh that erupted out despite himself.
Everything was muted this high above the brightest lights of the quiet city below them. Drift could barely perceive the vibrant red of Rodimus's frame as he started to go slack in his arms, but he could feel the heat of an overclocked, anxious spark thrumming behind his amica's chest plate. It created a feedback loop of negative emotions between them that Drift ached to pacify.
The shift started with imperceptible changes — Drift turned his head a certain way, letting his mouth linger near neck cables, then the side of Rodimus's own, still grimacing jawline. His grip slackened only to tighten lower where Rodimus's waist tapered. Each time Drift moved, he stilled. He was reading the room to see if Rodimus was receptive or not. They have been intimate a thousand times over, but this was different somehow. ]
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Everything was muted this high above the brightest lights of the quiet city below them. Drift could barely perceive the vibrant red of Rodimus's frame as he started to go slack in his arms, but he could feel the heat of an overclocked, anxious spark thrumming behind his amica's chest plate. It created a feedback loop of negative emotions between them that Drift ached to pacify.
The shift started with imperceptible changes — Drift turned his head a certain way, letting his mouth linger near neck cables, then the side of Rodimus's own, still grimacing jawline. His grip slackened only to tighten lower where Rodimus's waist tapered. Each time Drift moved, he stilled. He was reading the room to see if Rodimus was receptive or not. They have been intimate a thousand times over, but this was different somehow. ]