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Waist:Possessiveness/"You are mine."Butt:Sexual attractiveness/lustChin:Beauty/attractivenessCalves:"I will cause you pain."

“… Dirge… why are you touching there?” Swindle was all for the touching until it hit the back of his lower leg. Then all pleasure immediately went out and those red optics narrowed at the taller mech.

“There are two ways this can go. You either mean physical pain, which means your contract is null and your shard is mine, or you mean I’m going to get very aggravated with you to the point my helm aches.

“Which one is it?”

If your muse is attracted to my muse’s LOOKS, send a ➤ !!If your muse is attracted to my muse’s PERSONALITY, send a ★ !! If your muse is attracted to mine SEXUALLY, send a Ⓡ !

None of this was a surprise to Swindle. Though he found it highly amusing that Dirge was attracted on a more intimate level. It really wasn’t a surprise to him, since none of the other things were, but this was one that he was so going to use to keep Dirge in line.

Now it was all a matter of using this to his advantage without going overboard.

“Now is this something new, Dirge? This attraction of yours to me?” Swindle casually made his way over to Dirge and not-so-casually set his servos onto the mech’s hips. A coy smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked up. “Well~?”

A strange, yet familiar, tingling sensation slowly went up Dirge’s spinal strut. Something faintly warm and soft caressed not only the spot between his wings, but the wings themselves. Nearly from wing tip to wing tip he felt that soft warmth. Naturally he wanted more of his delightful feeling. How could he not want something that made him feel good without being followed up by jagged pain?

Albeit such things were from him eating ‘too much’ as others tended to tell him. What did they know of the pleasure he took having his tank, his abdomen, feel almost full and stretched. He loved having that appearance of a rounded abdomen. It made it feel more real to him. It let him know this wasn’t something fleeting that had slipped through his talons. He had a gluttonous feast. One, that if he had his way, he would have again.

Right now sounded good. His tank, while hardly empt, churned in it’s everlasting hunger. It was more mental than physical of course, but where was the fun in that? The thought was one Dirge didn’t mind not having since it ruined everything good.

With his thoughts going back on track, red optics finally opened to look for the source of such attention. Of course he wanted more of it. The words stopped before they ever escaped. For confusion set in and quickly began to make any thoughts a jumble.

Why was he laying on what looked, felt, like metal fingers. Dirge knew he had passed out atop his hoard of delights. Possibly even having drooled on some of them. This was not his magpie hoard of items. This was not even his berth nor the floor.

Such a puzzling situation until that gliding warmth moved over his wings again. They arched up, shuddering back down in delight of that unseen delight.

Dirge needed to know who, what, was responsible.

Talons gripped the metal digits, as if that is what the were, so he could shift around to look back at the source of his pleasure and confusion. Dirge’s jaw went agape as he stared up into the, oh so large, face of a mech he knew.

As if any could pull off the cheshire cat’s smile and not immediately look guilty.

It still never ceased to be a train of thought in how greed and gluttony came to be not quite one in the same with a certain mech. Something perhaps to research during some down time. It was all the better to know such things so he could easily use it for his own advantages when dealing with them.