#(workable?? ))

Coming up to next to Sky’s desk, he bent forward to lean his elbows on the desk in a pose that brought his aft into the air and his wings high. “Whatcha working on~?” he ask even as he took one of the datapads and started scrolling through it, paying no attention to it and all of the attention to Sky.

Sky’s optics were closed helm bowed slightly impressed that there was little noise from Warp as he made his way through their suite. He invented sharply when he felt that sudden warning from the bond desire and anticipation swirling in his tanks when Warp’s frame collided with his. The momentum pushed the front of his frame against the wall, he turned his helm, cheekplate resting there as one darkening optic looked to Warp. His vents hitched at the mouth on his wing he arched to rub his aft against Warp’s scorching panel. “Slagger~” already his voice had a touch of breathlessness in it, “I-I missed you.”