The Engine of the Future

*It’s a struggle to maintain his smug smirk, as the continuous shocks are soon more than Greaseball can handle. Damn it, and he was so determined not to lose this lusty little race* That’s r-real good, Sparks, that’s… real… huaahh! *He doesn’t even care about losing anymore, only cares about the orgasm shaking him from head to wheels. As he groans and shudders and comes hard between their bodies, Greaseball grabs Electra’s perfect ass and holds him in place, revving his engine as hard as it can go without blowing a gasket, determined to bring the electric to completion right alongside him* 

Shhhhhit-! *Electra curses and has to move his hand to the mattress to avoid electrocuting Greaseball as he comes, discharging his pent up energy into the sheets and his seed across the diesel’s chest. He’s breathing hard and when he lifts his gaze from watching their combined fluids trickle onto the mattress his eyes are practically glowing with residual pleasure.* Mmmhhhh… *He moans softly, then gives Greaseball a cheeky little sneer.* I win.

*Greaseball can’t help but smile. The only good part about coming first is that he gets to watch Electra completely letting go, and it’s a beautiful sight every time. Probably the only moment where Electra isn’t putting on airs, is completely vulnerable. Not to mention, gorgeous as fuck* I guess you won, but I got news for you…. *His smile turns wicked. He tightens his grip on Electra’s ass and puts all his strength into flipping them over, crawling over Electra’s body and rubbing his re-energized spike against the other’s* That was only the first heat. The real race starts now. 

*Electra lays there for a moment, not having anticipated the sudden shift in position, and looks up at Greaseball, narrowing his eyes slightly and pushing his hips up to generate that tantalizing friction that already has him hard again, wanting more.* Hm. We’ll see about that. Alright then, diesel. Your move. *He challenges, interested to see what Greaseball has in mind (and already trying to guess).*

*Greaseball pushes his hips harder against the electric’s, looking both for friction and for dominance as he pins Electra’s hips to the bed* Well, here’s how I see it. You won the first heat, so I guess now you deserve a prize. *As he speaks, he parts and bends Electra’s legs until his knees are touching his chest, sparing a moment to marvel at Electra’s impressive flexibility. He’s in the perfect position for Greaseball to rub his spike against his entrance, waiting to see if Electra plans to fight or take his ‘prize’ (the prize in question being Greaseball’s spike, naturally)*

*Electra struggles a little at being forced into such a position. He knows that Greaseball knows he likes it when he’s manhandled, so he can’t be bothered to pretend he doesn’t. The light touch of the diesel’s slick spike against his valve threatens to undo him entirely and eventually he can’t bear not having it inside him a moment longer.* I’m assuming you’re aware there’s also a prize for second place... feel feel to claim it any time. *He quips, writhing in GB’s grip in a futile attempt to gain some friction again. He wants it. Ohhh, he wants it so badly. It’s been too long.*

*It’s a struggle to maintain his smug smirk, as the continuous shocks are soon more than Greaseball can handle. Damn it, and he was so determined not to lose this lusty little race* That’s r-real good, Sparks, that’s… real… huaahh! *He doesn’t even care about losing anymore, only cares about the orgasm shaking him from head to wheels. As he groans and shudders and comes hard between their bodies, Greaseball grabs Electra’s perfect ass and holds him in place, revving his engine as hard as it can go without blowing a gasket, determined to bring the electric to completion right alongside him* 

Shhhhhit-! *Electra curses and has to move his hand to the mattress to avoid electrocuting Greaseball as he comes, discharging his pent up energy into the sheets and his seed across the diesel’s chest. He’s breathing hard and when he lifts his gaze from watching their combined fluids trickle onto the mattress his eyes are practically glowing with residual pleasure.* Mmmhhhh… *He moans softly, then gives Greaseball a cheeky little sneer.* I win.

*Greaseball can’t help but smile. The only good part about coming first is that he gets to watch Electra completely letting go, and it’s a beautiful sight every time. Probably the only moment where Electra isn’t putting on airs, is completely vulnerable. Not to mention, gorgeous as fuck* I guess you won, but I got news for you…. *His smile turns wicked. He tightens his grip on Electra’s ass and puts all his strength into flipping them over, crawling over Electra’s body and rubbing his re-energized spike against the other’s* That was only the first heat. The real race starts now. 

*Electra lays there for a moment, not having anticipated the sudden shift in position, and looks up at Greaseball, narrowing his eyes slightly and pushing his hips up to generate that tantalizing friction that already has him hard again, wanting more.* Hm. We’ll see about that. Alright then, diesel. Your move. *He challenges, interested to see what Greaseball has in mind (and already trying to guess).*

*It’s a struggle to maintain his smug smirk, as the continuous shocks are soon more than Greaseball can handle. Damn it, and he was so determined not to lose this lusty little race* That’s r-real good, Sparks, that’s… real… huaahh! *He doesn’t even care about losing anymore, only cares about the orgasm shaking him from head to wheels. As he groans and shudders and comes hard between their bodies, Greaseball grabs Electra’s perfect ass and holds him in place, revving his engine as hard as it can go without blowing a gasket, determined to bring the electric to completion right alongside him* 

Shhhhhit-! *Electra curses and has to move his hand to the mattress to avoid electrocuting Greaseball as he comes, discharging his pent up energy into the sheets and his seed across the diesel’s chest. He’s breathing hard and when he lifts his gaze from watching their combined fluids trickle onto the mattress his eyes are practically glowing with residual pleasure.* Mmmhhhh... *He moans softly, then gives Greaseball a cheeky little sneer.* I win.

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

*He leans against his shed doorframe, surreptitiously flexing*  What took you so long? 💛🖤

Shut up. *He immediately moves forward, simultaneously grabbing Greaseball’s collar and pulling him in so close their lips and almost touching.* Now, *He whispers, running the fingers of his free hand up GB’s chest to his right shoulder, then around to the back of the diesel’s neck.* Which muscle exactly did you want me to feel…..?

*He smirks and grabs Electra’s thighs* Not real close, but we’ll get there. You’ll know it when you feel it, it’s reeeal tense. *He closes the tiny distance between their lips. When the kiss ends, his smirks turns into a tiny smile.* I missed ya, Sparks. 

*Electra, not used to seeing Greaseball genuinely smile, can’t help but smile also, and draws the diesel back into a kiss before said smile gives away the underlying extent of his happiness. He doesn’t waste much time in parting Greaseball’s lips with his tongue and snaking one hand down between them to run a feather-light touch over the other engine’s crotchplate* Mmh~ *He breaks the kiss for a moment to inhale GB’s strong, musky scent and to feel the gentle thrum of his engine pulsing through the both of them* Ohh yeah, I’m definitely feeling some tension here, Greaseball..~ *It was unusual of him to use the diesel’s full name, and he growled it with a sly little smile.*

*He revs his own engine, the soft hum growing louder briefly as he charges up his electrical reserves, static crackling between them. He knows he’ll never win a rev-off, but it sure is fun trying.* Well, darling, if you want a massage you’ll have to strip off and get comfortable~ *He cocks an eyebrow with a little smirk and pushes Greaseball back just enough so they’re both inside his shed, pulling the door shut behind them and leaning in to plant another, softer kiss on Greaseball’s lips.*

*Greaseball doesn’t stop kissing back until they roll to his bed, falling back with (not much) grace and pulling Electra on top of him. In this position, Electra’s gorgeous hair falls forward and brushes the diesel’s face. It’s quite a turn-on, and Greaseball wastes no time in taking one of Electra’s hands and guiding it to his crotchplate* How about you help me get comfortable, and I’ll help you…? *He kneads Electra’s hips with a teasing smirk, drawing his thumbs in little circles near the electric’s crotchplate* 

*Electra responds by applying just the smallest amount of maddening pressure to Greaseball’s crotchplate before removing his hand, sliding it up the other engine’s body until he reaches GB’s chin, gripping it with some force and forcing the diesel to look at him.* How about you let me call the shots for once…? Unless you think you can persuade me otherwise…. *The electric flashes a coy smile and moves up to straddle Greaseball’s middle, giving a breathy little moan at the hands on his hips.*

*Greaseball pretends to consider Electra’s proposition. The thought of the electric getting a little dominant is not unpleasant, even though it goes against the diesel’s very nature. He’s always made exceptions when Electra is concerned.* You can certainly try, Sparks. We’ll see if I feel like listening to you. *He keeps teasing Electra’s hips, drawing his thumbs closer to the electric’s crotchplate, loving the soft little moans* 

*Electra’s smile becomes devious and he reaches up to unlatch Greaseball’s shoulder plating before sliding his hands back down the diesel’s body, drawing across sensitive areas on the way down with his nails. He can feel the soft rumble of Greaseball’s idling engine beneath him and figures that Greaseball won’t mind a little workout. He leans down to speak softly into the diesel’s ear - not quite a whisper, but in that low, persuasive tone that he does so well.* Shame there’s nobody here who could show me the power of the diesel force…I’ve always rather enjoyed the sound~

*Now it’s Greaseball’s turn to moan softly, bucking lightly into the scratches, not even embarrassed to realize he would pretty much let Electra do whatever he wants to him, and he would let it happen without a complaint. He was already on his way to revving his engine in response to the touch and he gives it a good burst of power, tightening his grip around Electra’s hips and forcing him to press his crotch against the diesel’s torso, really feeling the vibrations.* You like this sound then, hmm? 

Ahh~ *He gives a little gasp and a strangled moan as the sound of Greaseball’s engine fills his ears and the feel of it vibrates through his body, heat lancing through his core. He has to unlatch his crotchplate, unable to bear the restriction a moment longer, his silvery spike glistening with precum already.* Ohhh, yeah… I know you can do better than that, diesel. Show me. *He commands. He reaches forward to brush a stray strand of hair away from Greaseball’s face and locks eyes with him, electric blue burning into golden-yellow.*

*Greaseball holds the gaze for a few moments, trying and failing not to smirk at the thought that Electra couldn’t resist removing his own crotchplate because the diesel was turning him on just that much. Not wanting Electra to feel too lonely, he reaches between their bodies and unlatches his crotchplate as well, rolling his hips to bring their spikes into contact. Sliding his hand into Electra’s hair, he pulls the electric down for a kiss full of tongue and lust, revving his engine for good measure, panting as they pull apart* What’s this about you calling the shots, Sparkles?

*Electra pants too, pretty sure he’s leaving a wet patch on GB’s abdomen at this point. He fires back immediately.* I am. *He slips his fingers around both their spikes, moaning softly at the contact, and unleashes a tiny jolt of electricity, enough to set nerve endings tingling without doing any damage. He doesn’t let go afterwards, though.* Do it again, and don’t stop. Let me hear you roar, baby. 💙⚡️

Oh, please. I can handle both.

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

*He leans against his shed doorframe, surreptitiously flexing*  What took you so long? 💛🖤

Shut up. *He immediately moves forward, simultaneously grabbing Greaseball’s collar and pulling him in so close their lips and almost touching.* Now, *He whispers, running the fingers of his free hand up GB’s chest to his right shoulder, then around to the back of the diesel’s neck.* Which muscle exactly did you want me to feel…..?

*He smirks and grabs Electra’s thighs* Not real close, but we’ll get there. You’ll know it when you feel it, it’s reeeal tense. *He closes the tiny distance between their lips. When the kiss ends, his smirks turns into a tiny smile.* I missed ya, Sparks. 

*Electra, not used to seeing Greaseball genuinely smile, can’t help but smile also, and draws the diesel back into a kiss before said smile gives away the underlying extent of his happiness. He doesn’t waste much time in parting Greaseball’s lips with his tongue and snaking one hand down between them to run a feather-light touch over the other engine’s crotchplate* Mmh~ *He breaks the kiss for a moment to inhale GB’s strong, musky scent and to feel the gentle thrum of his engine pulsing through the both of them* Ohh yeah, I’m definitely feeling some tension here, Greaseball..~ *It was unusual of him to use the diesel’s full name, and he growled it with a sly little smile.*

*He revs his own engine, the soft hum growing louder briefly as he charges up his electrical reserves, static crackling between them. He knows he’ll never win a rev-off, but it sure is fun trying.* Well, darling, if you want a massage you’ll have to strip off and get comfortable~ *He cocks an eyebrow with a little smirk and pushes Greaseball back just enough so they’re both inside his shed, pulling the door shut behind them and leaning in to plant another, softer kiss on Greaseball’s lips.*

*Greaseball doesn’t stop kissing back until they roll to his bed, falling back with (not much) grace and pulling Electra on top of him. In this position, Electra’s gorgeous hair falls forward and brushes the diesel’s face. It’s quite a turn-on, and Greaseball wastes no time in taking one of Electra’s hands and guiding it to his crotchplate* How about you help me get comfortable, and I’ll help you…? *He kneads Electra’s hips with a teasing smirk, drawing his thumbs in little circles near the electric’s crotchplate* 

*Electra responds by applying just the smallest amount of maddening pressure to Greaseball’s crotchplate before removing his hand, sliding it up the other engine’s body until he reaches GB’s chin, gripping it with some force and forcing the diesel to look at him.* How about you let me call the shots for once…? Unless you think you can persuade me otherwise…. *The electric flashes a coy smile and moves up to straddle Greaseball’s middle, giving a breathy little moan at the hands on his hips.*

*Greaseball pretends to consider Electra’s proposition. The thought of the electric getting a little dominant is not unpleasant, even though it goes against the diesel’s very nature. He’s always made exceptions when Electra is concerned.* You can certainly try, Sparks. We’ll see if I feel like listening to you. *He keeps teasing Electra’s hips, drawing his thumbs closer to the electric’s crotchplate, loving the soft little moans* 

*Electra’s smile becomes devious and he reaches up to unlatch Greaseball’s shoulder plating before sliding his hands back down the diesel’s body, drawing across sensitive areas on the way down with his nails. He can feel the soft rumble of Greaseball’s idling engine beneath him and figures that Greaseball won’t mind a little workout. He leans down to speak softly into the diesel’s ear - not quite a whisper, but in that low, persuasive tone that he does so well.* Shame there’s nobody here who could show me the power of the diesel force…I’ve always rather enjoyed the sound~

*Now it’s Greaseball’s turn to moan softly, bucking lightly into the scratches, not even embarrassed to realize he would pretty much let Electra do whatever he wants to him, and he would let it happen without a complaint. He was already on his way to revving his engine in response to the touch and he gives it a good burst of power, tightening his grip around Electra’s hips and forcing him to press his crotch against the diesel’s torso, really feeling the vibrations.* You like this sound then, hmm? 

Ahh~ *He gives a little gasp and a strangled moan as the sound of Greaseball’s engine fills his ears and the feel of it vibrates through his body, heat lancing through his core. He has to unlatch his crotchplate, unable to bear the restriction a moment longer, his silvery spike glistening with precum already.* Ohhh, yeah... I know you can do better than that, diesel. Show me. *He commands. He reaches forward to brush a stray strand of hair away from Greaseball’s face and locks eyes with him, electric blue burning into golden-yellow.*

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

*He leans against his shed doorframe, surreptitiously flexing*  What took you so long? 💛🖤

Shut up. *He immediately moves forward, simultaneously grabbing Greaseball’s collar and pulling him in so close their lips and almost touching.* Now, *He whispers, running the fingers of his free hand up GB’s chest to his right shoulder, then around to the back of the diesel’s neck.* Which muscle exactly did you want me to feel…..?

*He smirks and grabs Electra’s thighs* Not real close, but we’ll get there. You’ll know it when you feel it, it’s reeeal tense. *He closes the tiny distance between their lips. When the kiss ends, his smirks turns into a tiny smile.* I missed ya, Sparks. 

*Electra, not used to seeing Greaseball genuinely smile, can’t help but smile also, and draws the diesel back into a kiss before said smile gives away the underlying extent of his happiness. He doesn’t waste much time in parting Greaseball’s lips with his tongue and snaking one hand down between them to run a feather-light touch over the other engine’s crotchplate* Mmh~ *He breaks the kiss for a moment to inhale GB’s strong, musky scent and to feel the gentle thrum of his engine pulsing through the both of them* Ohh yeah, I’m definitely feeling some tension here, Greaseball..~ *It was unusual of him to use the diesel’s full name, and he growled it with a sly little smile.*

*He revs his own engine, the soft hum growing louder briefly as he charges up his electrical reserves, static crackling between them. He knows he’ll never win a rev-off, but it sure is fun trying.* Well, darling, if you want a massage you’ll have to strip off and get comfortable~ *He cocks an eyebrow with a little smirk and pushes Greaseball back just enough so they’re both inside his shed, pulling the door shut behind them and leaning in to plant another, softer kiss on Greaseball’s lips.*

*Greaseball doesn’t stop kissing back until they roll to his bed, falling back with (not much) grace and pulling Electra on top of him. In this position, Electra’s gorgeous hair falls forward and brushes the diesel’s face. It’s quite a turn-on, and Greaseball wastes no time in taking one of Electra’s hands and guiding it to his crotchplate* How about you help me get comfortable, and I’ll help you…? *He kneads Electra’s hips with a teasing smirk, drawing his thumbs in little circles near the electric’s crotchplate* 

*Electra responds by applying just the smallest amount of maddening pressure to Greaseball’s crotchplate before removing his hand, sliding it up the other engine’s body until he reaches GB’s chin, gripping it with some force and forcing the diesel to look at him.* How about you let me call the shots for once…? Unless you think you can persuade me otherwise…. *The electric flashes a coy smile and moves up to straddle Greaseball’s middle, giving a breathy little moan at the hands on his hips.*

*Greaseball pretends to consider Electra’s proposition. The thought of the electric getting a little dominant is not unpleasant, even though it goes against the diesel’s very nature. He’s always made exceptions when Electra is concerned.* You can certainly try, Sparks. We’ll see if I feel like listening to you. *He keeps teasing Electra’s hips, drawing his thumbs closer to the electric’s crotchplate, loving the soft little moans* 

*Electra’s smile becomes devious and he reaches up to unlatch Greaseball’s shoulder plating before sliding his hands back down the diesel’s body, drawing across sensitive areas on the way down with his nails. He can feel the soft rumble of Greaseball’s idling engine beneath him and figures that Greaseball won’t mind a little workout. He leans down to speak softly into the diesel’s ear - not quite a whisper, but in that low, persuasive tone that he does so well.* Shame there’s nobody here who could show me the power of the diesel force...I’ve always rather enjoyed the sound~

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

*He leans against his shed doorframe, surreptitiously flexing*  What took you so long? 💛🖤

Shut up. *He immediately moves forward, simultaneously grabbing Greaseball’s collar and pulling him in so close their lips and almost touching.* Now, *He whispers, running the fingers of his free hand up GB’s chest to his right shoulder, then around to the back of the diesel’s neck.* Which muscle exactly did you want me to feel…..?

*He smirks and grabs Electra’s thighs* Not real close, but we’ll get there. You’ll know it when you feel it, it’s reeeal tense. *He closes the tiny distance between their lips. When the kiss ends, his smirks turns into a tiny smile.* I missed ya, Sparks. 

*Electra, not used to seeing Greaseball genuinely smile, can’t help but smile also, and draws the diesel back into a kiss before said smile gives away the underlying extent of his happiness. He doesn’t waste much time in parting Greaseball’s lips with his tongue and snaking one hand down between them to run a feather-light touch over the other engine’s crotchplate* Mmh~ *He breaks the kiss for a moment to inhale GB’s strong, musky scent and to feel the gentle thrum of his engine pulsing through the both of them* Ohh yeah, I’m definitely feeling some tension here, Greaseball..~ *It was unusual of him to use the diesel’s full name, and he growled it with a sly little smile.*

*He revs his own engine, the soft hum growing louder briefly as he charges up his electrical reserves, static crackling between them. He knows he’ll never win a rev-off, but it sure is fun trying.* Well, darling, if you want a massage you’ll have to strip off and get comfortable~ *He cocks an eyebrow with a little smirk and pushes Greaseball back just enough so they’re both inside his shed, pulling the door shut behind them and leaning in to plant another, softer kiss on Greaseball’s lips.*

*Greaseball doesn’t stop kissing back until they roll to his bed, falling back with (not much) grace and pulling Electra on top of him. In this position, Electra’s gorgeous hair falls forward and brushes the diesel’s face. It’s quite a turn-on, and Greaseball wastes no time in taking one of Electra’s hands and guiding it to his crotchplate* How about you help me get comfortable, and I’ll help you…? *He kneads Electra’s hips with a teasing smirk, drawing his thumbs in little circles near the electric’s crotchplate* 

*Electra responds by applying just the smallest amount of maddening pressure to Greaseball’s crotchplate before removing his hand, sliding it up the other engine’s body until he reaches GB’s chin, gripping it with some force and forcing the diesel to look at him.* How about you let me call the shots for once...? Unless you think you can persuade me otherwise.... *The electric flashes a coy smile and moves up to straddle Greaseball’s middle, giving a breathy little moan at the hands on his hips.*

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

*He leans against his shed doorframe, surreptitiously flexing*  What took you so long? 💛🖤

Shut up. *He immediately moves forward, simultaneously grabbing Greaseball’s collar and pulling him in so close their lips and almost touching.* Now, *He whispers, running the fingers of his free hand up GB’s chest to his right shoulder, then around to the back of the diesel’s neck.* Which muscle exactly did you want me to feel…..?

*He smirks and grabs Electra’s thighs* Not real close, but we’ll get there. You’ll know it when you feel it, it’s reeeal tense. *He closes the tiny distance between their lips. When the kiss ends, his smirks turns into a tiny smile.* I missed ya, Sparks. 

*Electra, not used to seeing Greaseball genuinely smile, can’t help but smile also, and draws the diesel back into a kiss before said smile gives away the underlying extent of his happiness. He doesn’t waste much time in parting Greaseball’s lips with his tongue and snaking one hand down between them to run a feather-light touch over the other engine’s crotchplate* Mmh~ *He breaks the kiss for a moment to inhale GB’s strong, musky scent and to feel the gentle thrum of his engine pulsing through the both of them* Ohh yeah, I’m definitely feeling some tension here, Greaseball..~ *It was unusual of him to use the diesel’s full name, and he growled it with a sly little smile.*

*He revs his own engine, the soft hum growing louder briefly as he charges up his electrical reserves, static crackling between them. He knows he’ll never win a rev-off, but it sure is fun trying.* Well, darling, if you want a massage you’ll have to strip off and get comfortable~ *He cocks an eyebrow with a little smirk and pushes Greaseball back just enough so they’re both inside his shed, pulling the door shut behind them and leaning in to plant another, softer kiss on Greaseball’s lips.*

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

*He leans against his shed doorframe, surreptitiously flexing*  What took you so long? 💛🖤

Shut up. *He immediately moves forward, simultaneously grabbing Greaseball’s collar and pulling him in so close their lips and almost touching.* Now, *He whispers, running the fingers of his free hand up GB’s chest to his right shoulder, then around to the back of the diesel’s neck.* Which muscle exactly did you want me to feel…..?

*He smirks and grabs Electra’s thighs* Not real close, but we’ll get there. You’ll know it when you feel it, it’s reeeal tense. *He closes the tiny distance between their lips. When the kiss ends, his smirks turns into a tiny smile.* I missed ya, Sparks. 

*Electra, not used to seeing Greaseball genuinely smile, can’t help but smile also, and draws the diesel back into a kiss before said smile gives away the underlying extent of his happiness. He doesn’t waste much time in parting Greaseball’s lips with his tongue and snaking one hand down between them to run a feather-light touch over the other engine’s crotchplate* Mmh~ *He breaks the kiss for a moment to inhale GB’s strong, musky scent and to feel the gentle thrum of his engine pulsing through the both of them* Ohh yeah, I’m definitely feeling some tension here, Greaseball..~ *It was unusual of him to use the diesel’s full name, and he growled it with a sly little smile.*

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

*He leans against his shed doorframe, surreptitiously flexing*  What took you so long? 💛🖤

Shut up. *He immediately moves forward, simultaneously grabbing Greaseball’s collar and pulling him in so close their lips and almost touching.* Now, *He whispers, running the fingers of his free hand up GB’s chest to his right shoulder, then around to the back of the diesel’s neck.* Which muscle exactly did you want me to feel.....?

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball…!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

Pretty sure that’s what I was askin’… unless you’re too tired from doing whatever (or whoever) it is you do all day. 😏

Hey @ask-electra … if your sparkly ass ain’t too busy, why don’t you come roll over for a visit? Feel my muscle, if ya know what I mean?   

Ooooh, Greaseball...!~ is that an invitation..? 😏💙

@ask-poppa where u at

 @ask-electra My son. Let’s have a cup of tea. How are you doing?  

I- hmmph. *He’s been caught completely off-guard and has no idea how to react.* Well. I don’t see how my well-being concerns YOU, steamer. *His defenses shoot up almost immediately. Why was this guy being so… nice?

You don’t need to put on a showy front for me, now. You’re not used to people asking how you’re doing, are you?

*He sits down opposite the old steamer and pretends to check his nails. He looks quite unfortable and when he speaks, his tone is an uncertain mix of curious and defensive.* ...What’s it to you? ⚡️

I never said that... *He snorts. A joke at Greaseball’s expense is always funny.*