[ There's - quite literally - a crackle of tension and energy in the air. For a long moment he just sits and then he responds in kind. There was an answering little click and his own chassis split open to reveal that pulse and glow. There was a tremble in his frame. Something hesitant, maybe. Or just anticipatory. His hands squeeze in reply and after a long moment of thought, he leans in to press a kiss against the corner of Drift's mouth.
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Not quite full on.
But close enough. ]