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This was beyond humiliating. Cyclonus sat at the edge of his own berth, long metal cables wrapped snugly around his form. Trailing down his thighs and up around his chastis, pulling his servos behind his wings and ending in a tight knot. His modesty plate retracted with a soft hiss as his spike pressurized, red biolights pulsing along the length of his shaft as his empty valve tightened around itself. How did you manage to talk him into this? He wondered as he watched Tailgate pull himself up onto his own berth parallel to Cyclonus’.

Tailgate’s spike was already pressurized and his valve was dripping with lubricant, just the sight of the minibot seemed to make every wire in his circuitry ache with desire. Tailgate let out a slight gasp when you climbed up after him, his clear blue visor wide with excitement. His optics trailed over your body as you looked to Cyclonus, he looked so pretty like this, all tied up and desperate. And to think you hadn’t even started yet. Turning back to Tailgate as you straddled his hips, his spike pulsing against your stomach.

“Please..” Tailgate whimpered as you raised yourself up on your knees and lined your cunt up with his spike. The tip of his spike slipping in as you lowered yourself agonizingly slow, Cyclonus’ own spike twitched at the sight, desperate for some kind of stimulation. His vents cleared suddenly at the sound of Tailgate’s moans and pleas, Tailgate could barely keep his hands to himself as you slowly sank down until his spike was fully encased in your sweet heat.

Tailgate settled his servos on your hips, his digits curling and squeezing the flesh slightly. You sat there for a moment, allowing yourself to adjust to the sweet burning sensation of his spike.

You glanced at Cyclonus for a moment, his deep red optics fixated on where yours and Tailgate’s hips met. Normally his piercing gaze would make you nervous and want to shy away, to hide yourself from the sheer embarrassment of having an alien stare at your naked body. But something about the desperation in his optics sent a wave of jittery confidence through you, he almost seems willing to beg to be touched, but who he wants to be touched by isn’t clear.

Your train of thought is suddenly interrupted by Tailgate’s hips grinding up against your core as he whimpered pleas for you to move. You decided to indulge him, if only to give you an excuse to break the soul piercing eye contact with Cyclonus. You lift your hips slightly and start to sink up and down, you start slow but as the burning of his spike stretching you fades you grow bolder. You start to quicken your pace, every roll of your hips enticing those delicious moans from Tailgate as he allows his helm to fall back against his berth with a light thump.

The other berth creaks as Cyclonus leans forward to watch the scene before him intently, his wings flutter as he clears his vents once more, he can feel the plating of his face getting warmer, his biologists flaring brightly as his spike aches with need, a need for Tailgate, a need for you.

Tailgate’s grip on your hips tightens slightly, his hips bucking into your core as he begs for more. You oblige his request and pick up a steady pace that makes his back arch. His audial receptors focused on the lovely sound of metal meeting flesh as you ride him, he leans forward slightly to watch his thrusts ripple across your thighs every time your hips meet, the sweet slick feeling of you wrapped so perfectly around his spike, it's too good.

Tailgate groans as he feels that familiar growing sensation throughout his circuitry, he's so close, he wants to overload inside you so badly, to try to spark you, to watch Cyclonus try to spark you. His helm falls back to the berth and his rhythm starts to become erratic as he feels you tighten around him. Tailgate’s servos tighten around you as he moves you up and down on his spike, pulling groans out of you as his spike rubs every spot within you perfectly.

It's not long before Tailgate completely loses his rhythm and overloads deep inside you, the delicious burning feeling of his hot transfluid filling your abdomen and leaking out onto where your hips meet. Tailgate clears his vents as he sits up once more, you mumble softly as you grind your hips against him, “Don’t leave me on the edge…” you say as Tailgate lifts you from his spike, his transfluid leaking out of you.

You glance over at Cyclonus, who is still watching you and Tailgate intently. There are scratch marks from where his sharp digits were gripping his berth. Before you can open your mouth to tease him about it the smaller bot guides your hips forward as he retracts his mask to reveal his intake.

His intake was a plain hole beneath his mask, the inside of his intake is lined with a silicone like padding that glistened with intake fluids. Tailgate’s intake darted forward and suctioned onto your clit, pulling moans from you as he moved his servos from the flesh on your hips down between your legs. His digits moved to part open your folds, his own release dripping down his servo as he slid a digit into you.

Your head falls back slightly as Tailgate draws shaky breaths from your lips, your head turns at the sound of a groan. Cyclonus has always been good at hiding his true feelings, but his mask is starting to slip. His intake was parted with his denta barred  as he huffed out his vents, his biolights along his body seemed almost blinding.

Tailgate turned your attention back to him as he sucked harder as he curled his digits inside your warmth at just the right pace, it washed over you like a wave of ecstasy. You gripped the top of Tailgate’s helm to steady yourself as you came down from your high.

Your mind felt fuzzy and warped but clear all at once, you felt Tailgate’s servos grip your hips as he lowered you down onto his lap. Tailgate sits up to cradle you against his chastis as he turns to look at his conjinx, you hear him stifle a soft gasp and you turn your head towards Cyclonus.

What you saw was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined, Cyclonus’ helm tipped forward as he deactivated his optics, his spike was still erect but covered in his own overload. His fluids dripped from his chastis down to his thighs and onto the floor below him as he cleared his vent sharply, the hot air steaming from his vents.

Cyclonus reactivated his optics to see you and Tailgate smiling at him as you were tangled in each other's embrace, both your thighs slick with a mix of your releases.

Yet, all this love and support still isn't enough to ease Chromedome's gentle trembling, he rocks back and forth from one pede to the other, mulling it over in his head over and over again. What he'll say, what he'll do, what will happen if something goes wrong. He heaves a heavy, shaky sigh... Why am I so anxious about this? It's not that big of a deal.. is it? He stares nervously at their habsuite's door, he's been standing there like a doof for what feels like joors. I've gotta get a grip, this is just ridiculous.. All he has to do is walk through the ship, locate Y/N's habsuite, knock on the door, and invite her to a movie night.. that's all! It's normal, isn't it? Friends do it all the time! Just rip off the bandage, as the humans would say... Well, at least he thinks that's what Swerve said the other day, anyway. Perhaps if this evening goes well and they do get to watch those "critically acclaimed Earthen movies" with Y/N, he'll pick up some of the lingo.

"Yeah.. Y-Yeah... You're right. I just... I just can't help but feel like it's way too early for this.. You know?" He admits disheartenedly as he straightens his posture and attempts to gain as much composure as he can possibly muster. He reaches down and lays his hands across Rewind's to help soothe himself, his thumb absentmindedly traces circles into his love's hands as he rambles on. "I mean, I've noticed small hints here and there that she might like us, but what if we're wrong? Wouldn't this make us look kind of.. weird? I think I'd think we were weird if I were in this circumstance, in her position... probably. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if I would..."

Rewind tilts his head from side to side, weighing the options they have in his mind. "Perhaps, but we're starting to feel too strongly for her, she's going to take notice eventually. And to be honest, I'd prefer it if we beat her to it, wouldn't you? Not to mention, what if it works? Focus on the positive!" He replies nonchalantly, like this isn't a life altering situation that's been keeping them up at night for.. Well, they don't even remember for how long exactly, just guesstimates. That's how long they've known that they're in love with her and still haven't done anything about it. Quite frankly, even if they're terrified, even if it goes sourly, they feel it's about time they did something, logic be damned.

Chromedome huffs at his response. Beat her to it, huh? Focus on the positive? He's in rare form.. He turns around and ruffles Rewind's helm, just to aggravate. "When did you become Mr. optimistic?" He teases, Rewind scoffs and bats his hand away.. but not before Chromedome manages to get a nose boop in there. "Well, love makes you do crazy things... Now get out there and make me proud, sweetspark." Rewind punctuates the sentence by playfully smacking Chromedome's aft, making him chuckle. "Alright, alright!" Chromedome exclaims through his giggles.

Okay.. first thing's first, how do I look? Chromedome carefully checks his plating, making sure it's all nice and shiny... Wouldn't wanna make a bad impression on what could be considered their first date! Then he begins to head for the door.. albeit slowly. "...Are you sure you want to do this alone, though? I could come with you, I really don't mind." Rewind offers as he watches his pitifully anxious lover inch his way towards the exit. Just look at him, all hunkered in on himself like a frightened animal. He knows he tends to be a bit of a worrywart at times and that Chromedome is usually the 'levelheaded one'.. but he's getting the sense that maybe he's not that way during these kinds of ordeals and that it'd perhaps be better if they did this together, it'll probably feel a least a little less stressful for them both, that way. "No, no, my spark, I've got it." Unbeknownst to him, Rewind cocks an optical ridge at that. 'Got it', my aft, I'm comin' too. He thinks as he pulls out a plush polishing rag from his chest compartment and begins to lightly wipe his face and arm plating a bit.. and anywhere else he notices any gloomy, dull patches. Primus, I need to polish more often, I had no idea my paint had gotten this bad...

Suddenly, Chromedome swivels around and slips his hands inbetween Rewind's, causing him to jump and drop his cloth. "I've got it. You know I tend to handle these sorts of things better than you.. Not to mention, I've definitely had plenty of experience in this department." Chromedome sighs a bit disheartenedly. Way too much experience... He gives Rewind's hands a small, reassuring squeeze before he lets them slide out of his. "If you're sure..." Rewind calmly replies.. he's not at all convinced, and it shows. Not only in his tone, but also in his expression. But nevertheless, he'll let him go, who is he to tell him his limits? He'll just sneakily stop by later as back up, instead.

As he bends down to pick up his rag, Chromedome takes a deep breath in, then out. I've got it. And with a brand new outlook on the situation, 'get it done and the quicker, the better', he quickly begins marching his way towards the exit, trying desperately to get to Y/N's habsuite before he loses his nerve. "But I'm right here if you need me!" Rewind shouts as Chromedome finally exits the room, he pops back in for a moment to throw him a big 'reassuring' thumbs up then swiftly vanishes back down the hall. "I've got this!" Chromedome hollers back as confidently as he can possibly manage.. but it ends up sounding more like he's lying to himself than anything. "Oh, he so does not have this." Rewind mumbles to himself as he begins to gather a few things from around the habsuite, such as snacks and random trinkets to sweeten the pot, in hopes it'll help make you more keen on joining them in their antics tonight. And with a quick self soothing deep breath in, then out, just like his love did, he tries his best to exit their habsuite and look as normal as possible as to not attract any unwanted attention.

Speaking of attempting to appear normal, Chromedome is absolutely not managing to do so whatsoever. He's, jittery, shifty, and he's walking just a tad too fast as he roams the Lost Light's halls. And quite frankly, he seems incredibly lost. He's almost 100% sure he's misremembering where you said you stayed. It was the left wing, wasn't it? ..Or was it the right wing? I know it's nearby Swerve's habsuite and I think he's in the left wing... But, maybe.. not? Despite his confusion, the bot soon reaches where he thinks you are and- Well, he's just ends up standing in front of it, suspiciously, for way too long trying to figure it out. Well, my memory has served me pretty good in the past, and those stickers do look like something she'd have on her door. He thinks, as he stares at the many brightly colored stickers stuck every where but the center of the entrance. No, that's.. that's definitely her. Look at that, they aren't even put up there evenly, some of them are completely crooked... Primus, maybe I can convince her to fix them later on, that's driving me crazy.

He takes a confident step forward, his frame feels as if it's beginning to stiffen. Primus, was it this hard last time I did this? No. No it wasn't. Rewind made sure to make his intentions of courting incredibly clear, it wasn't a shot in the dark like this. This.. this is horrible, why did he agree to this? He takes another step. This is a mistake, he should turn around and leave before he makes a fool of himself. His mask subconsciously tightens across his face, anxiously trying to hide any imperfections he has, small pings of pain shoot through the plating beneath it as it writhes anxiously. He takes another shaky step forward as his vents fight hard to try to help him regulate his temperature. There it is, the door, and the button to open it. It's right there, just press it. Despite how hard he tries to focus, he can't help but shift his attention back to the colorful stickers.. he finds comfort in the way they're strewn about in no particular order. She's pretty carefree, I'm sure this wouldn't affect our friendship if she says no... At least, I think. He's getting way too ahead of himself, she hasn't even said yes to the movie night yet, chill out.

His servo lingers on the button. It's okay, Chromedome, it's just a quick "howdy doo" and an invite to watch a few movies, that's all! It'll be fun! Maybe if you two don't feel like it's the right time, you could postpone this for a bit longer.... Primus, I hope she's in there... She would be in there at this time of cycle, right? I don't think Rodimus really has her doing too much around the ship. From what I remember, she's just doing some simple log runs and easy things, I think she's still learning some stuff? What was she aiming for? Ugh, this is hard, now I'm not even nervous, I'm just flat out terrified. It's just a door, Chromedome. It's just. A. Door. Just do something... Anything! With a final deep breath in, then out, he clicks the button and opens the door. Oh, wait! I forgot to knock- V-Vector sigma..!

There she is, Y/N, right in front of a giant Cybertronian styled mech suit, what he thought to be her real form. It seems he's caught you changing into loungewear, that's some seriously unfortunate timing. He takes a few steps forward as his optics flicker across your actual face, admiring your features. He instinctively retracts his mask to make you feel more comfortable.. it does work, oddly enough. Wow.. she's tiny! A-And- she's so cute! Your skin looks so soft.. and you look so squishy! A human! Who'da thought? ...A-A human!? He quirks an optical ridge as his optics wander down, admiring your almost completely nude form. Soon enough, he finds that his gaze settles on your curves, a curious sound escapes his vocalizer as he stares at your hips. What is that material wrapped around your crotch? Is that to protect your sex organs? And why can't he seem to stop looking at you..? Primus... she's so beautiful.. "C-Chromedome?" You barely manage to croak out, knocking him out of his little hypnosis. He jumps at the sound of your voice before his vents kick on full force, steam rises from their slits as they buffer and hum, struggling to function. "I-I-" He stutters.

"Hey, did you ask her if she wants to hang out yet-" Chromedome's gaze quickly snaps back around towards the entrance, Rewind is standing there, peering in from around the corner, absolutely gobsmacked with his intake wide open. He gasps loudly as his optics trail up and down your body. Woaaah.. she's hot! Within an instant, Chromedome snatches him by the hand and yanks him into the habsuite before he closes and locks the door behind him. It's dark, too dark. He's freaking the frag out, he needs light! He needs to assess the situation at hand, where's the fragging light button?! Rewind, in just the nick of time, clicks the light on before Chromedome starts having a full on mental meltdown, revealing you throwing on a T-shirt and plopping down onto a little tiny inflatable bed you pulled out from underneath your berth. "Aw.. look at that! She has a little bed! You are so cute!" Rewind exclaims, Chromedome slowly turns his helm to look at him, catching Rewind's attention. "Ahem.. Sorry, bad time." He mumbles before he holds his hands behind his back and awkwardly sways back and forth on his pedes.

"So.. Uh-" You begin, hardly managing to speak through the dry lump in your throat. You can barely even breath, this was never supposed to happen! No one was ever supposed to find out! Your stomach knots and rolls inward on itself, you feel like you're gonna hurl. "I..." Your voice wavers, you begin to tremble at the mere thought of returning to Earth. This is the only place where you've ever felt like you belonged, and now they're gonna make you go back, you just know it! You had such a good thing going! You had friends, some you'd even consider family! You had- "Hey, it's okay! It's okay... We won't tell anyone." Chromedome breaks the silence, snapping you out of your derailing train of thought. "W..what?" You practically whisper as tears begin to stream down your cheeks. He crouches down to be.. some what face level with you. "We won't tell anyone, Y/N. It's okay... Isn't that right, Rewind?" He glances back at his conjux, who seems to be locked onto your curves as well, you think they may find them interesting or something. It takes a moment for him to realize he's been spoken too, but when he does, he nods confidently. "Yes, of course. This isn't our business... It's okay, your secret is safe with us, we promise." He assures you as he too crouches down.. though he really didn't have to, he's already pretty small.

"I-I don't understand.. why?" You softly ask, your voice and composure is breaking down more and more with every word uttered, making a familiar bolt of pain shoot through their sparks. Their optical ridges furrow at your question as their pupils retract. They love you, silly, how have you not realized that yet? "Well.." Rewind begins as he fiddles with his hands, bending them at their groves with his servos. How do we answer this question without accidently admiting our love for her.. Hmm..."I-It's not really our place to. This is your life and it's not our place to meddle in it. If you wish to be in space, millions upon millions of miles away from your home planet, then.. that's your business. I'm sure you have your reasons and I'm not one to judge." He sounds nervous... Oh god, is this like a super uncomfortable situation for them? It must be awkward, you've been lying to them for months now, you've even had the nerve to flirt with them a little. Damn it, you must seem like such an ass! You feel so bad... You gloomily stare at the ground, only the sounds of your small, stifled sobs can be heard, which immediately causes them both to panic amongst themselves. "Y-Yeah! There's nothing wrong with you being human, anyhow! That doesn't change how I view you." Chromedome quickly adds, his demeanor has shifted from being anxious about something, to being ever so slightly more chipper... Well, at least you were able to take his mind off whatever it was he was nervous about previously. You peek up at them, hopefully. "Really..?" You breathlessly whisper as you sniffle and wipe some of your tears in an attempt to see them better.. it doesn't really work. More and more tears just keep on comin'.

"Of course! It doesn't change the way I see you either. And you know what? I think you're pretty cool." Rewind finishes with a proud nod, but on the inside he's cringing at his words. Pretty cool? Really? That's all you could think of? Love of your life in front of you, crying, needing consoling, and you call her 'pretty cool'? In an attempt to salvage that half assed attempt to soothe you, he straightens his posture and stands with a stretch before walking over to you and ruffling your hair. Wow, it's nice to be able to ruffle someone's helm that's actually smaller than me... I can see why Chromedome likes to do it to me so often, it's kind of fun. "It's okay, I promise!" He reassures, you playfully huff and giggle at his kind gesture. Well, at least they still like you.. maybe even a bit more than just a friendly like, you're still not really sure. You're not very good at picking up on those sorts of things. But you suspect so, maybe that's why they won't tell on you. Or maybe they're just really good guys?

He pauses for a moment to admire your face while you're deep in thought, his digits just barely ghost your cheek then your chin before they slip down to his side. "A-And I think you're quite.. beautiful." He admits nervously as he averts his optics, his voice brings you back to reality. I'm.. beautiful? He thinks I'm beautiful? "I do too, you look very unique and perfect in your own way." Chromedome adds as he tilts his helm to the side, then to the other, seemingly admiring you from different perspectives before a big smile stretches across his lips. "I'd even say you're.. cute." He says pridefully, he takes one more long glance before he speaks again. "But, I might worry about your well being a tad more though.. Okay, a lot more. I've heard humans injure incredibly easily, so I might be a little more protective of you than I already am... Which is a lot as is.. but otherwise, nothing's changed!" Rewind nods in agreement before tacking on his own admittance. "I too will worry about you more, but that's just a given, considering you're little and uh.. squishy and all. Not that there's anything wrong with that!- Not at all! And hey, at least you have people who care about you!" He nervously sputters out before he anxiously pets your head so tenderly that you can barely feel it at all. Well, the good news is that they've buttered you up so much that you've completely forgotten that you were feeling guilty for lying to them for months, the bad news is that now they think you'll break like glass under the slightest touch. You slowly grab his hand and press it down on your head harder, signifying that he can apply more pressure, which he does... But still just barely.

You stand and nervously twist your body from side to side as you let their words truly sink in. ...I'm pretty. You think, a big, flustered smile and a small flush graces your features. They think I'm pretty.. And they really don't care? Would anyone else care? Could I maybe.. be a part of the team as myself, eventually? You gaze up at them, such kind eyes, they have. They look so worried about you, you can see they have all the care in the world for you... But why, you wonder? You smile brightly at them and sniffle before you look down at the ground and nod. "Yeah, you're right.. I'm lucky to have you guys..." You quietly admit, pride fills their sparks as they look at one another. She's lucky to have us! They smile widely before they look back at you.

Suddenly, you feel a servo gently wipe your cheeks. You glance up, they're both squatting just a couple of feet in front of you now, looking down at you like you're the most precious thing in the world. They both tend to you, wiping your tears, petting your hair, kindly squishing your cheeks. They whisper sweet nothings and praises as they ease your sorrows and love on you.

"There there, there's nothing to be worried about, sweetie. There's no problems here. Let me see that sweet smile.." Rewind mumbles as he bends down and presses a small, tender kiss on your forehead, making you blush harder. Do they like me as more than a friend or is this how Cybertronians treat friends? I'm still confused.. "You know, I'm sure if we went to Rodimus.. Only if you wanted to- of course... I think he'd be totally fine with you being here. If you know, you wanted to be yourself for a change." Chromedome offers shyly as he subconsciously rubs the fabric of your loose Tee, he finds the texture oddly comforting. "..Really?" Your soft little hopeful voice brings a small smile to their faces. "Of course! Well, I'm sure one of his main motives behind his decision will be the fact you're hot, to.. uh, put it plainly. And he's fond of humans.. Or at least, so I've heard. But you know how he is with you, anyway, he has a soft spot for you. And don't bother arguing otherwise, everyone's noticed. But chances are, either way, you'll be pardoned and he'd find some sort of excuse to keep you around." Rewind shoots Chromedome a hard stare that screams "wrong time, wrong place", he rebuttals by giving him a little "too late" shrug. "What? It's true.." He sassily mumbles under his breath. With a melodramatic eyeroll and a small shake of his head, Rewind returns his attention back to you. "How about we worry about that another day, okay? That way it'll give us some time to think it over carefully" Rewind pauses to shoot him another glare, he gulps loudly before he averts his gaze, only then does Rewind look back at you. "and figure out what to do from here... For now.." Rewind gently picks you up and holds you flush against his warm chassis.. it's so cosy. He carries you over to a nearby counter and carefully sets you onto it. Ah, eye level with them, wonderful!

"May we.. uh... May we feel your soft skin and maybe.... Maybe observe you a bit closer?" Rewind asks shyly, Chromedome scoffs in the background, causing Rewind to snap his helm to the side to look at him. Chromedome gestures dramatically at him, "But that's weird to say too?" is the closest translation that came to your mind. Rewind gestures back like "It so is not >:(" before throwing his hands up then giving him a dismissive wave. Chromedome gasps loudly at him, bringing a hand to his chassis before he huffs, crosses his arms, and looks away. "Ignore him, he's just looking for attention. He's trying to get into your good graces." You peek back over at him again, he's peering over his shoulder at you both, making sure you're looking, before he dramatically huffs and turns even further away from you two. You can't help but snicker at his antics. What a silly mech. "So.. may we?" Rewind asks once more, your attention settles back on him. "Oh! Yes, of course!" You practically shout as you quickly stand and begin undressing, off goes the tee and- Oh.. that's all I had on other than underwear. Okay, well, I guess that's good enough then! You look back over at them and smile excitedly, you can't say you haven't thought about showing them your true self before, so this is really satisfying that bad conscience of yours. They're both standing there, bewildered, even Chromedome has turned back around fully to view you properly.

"I- I meant feel as in to poke and prod you, like your arms, n-not your chest-!" Rewind quickly corrects, steam explodes from his vents along with Chromedome's, condensation begins developing on both the mechs as they struggle to cool themselves down. Holy slag, she's a knockout! They both think as they start to zone in and out, they're absolutely hypnotized by the way you look, it's so satisfying to their optics. "Oh! I thought when you said a closer look, you meant- uh-" You begin to bend down to grab your shirt. "No wait!- I want to see, I don't mind." Chromedome quickly cuts in before trotting over to you and admiring your form, a big doofish smirk is settled on his lips. "I mean- I don't mind either, I just- I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..." Rewind quickly adds onto Chromedome's statement as he nervously scratches the back of his helm. "Oh.. no, I don't mind! You can look or whatever." You reply with a smile as you straighten back out and stretch a bit to show off your body, just to tease and maybe see if they're interested. "Oh look, they jiggle!" Chromedome exclaims as he points to your breasts, Rewind's servos settle between his optical ridges as he gives Chromedome a light pop across the aft.

"Ouuchhh.. I was just pointing it out! It's a good thing! It's a compliment, I swear..." He looks at you pitifully and lowers his helm as he pats your head, his version of an "I'm sorry".. you think. You chuckle at them, they always manage to make you laugh even in the worst situations. What dorks, maybe they do like me.. or maybe they're just like that. "Hey, may I.. uh... touch? Maybe?" Rewind asks, his servos settle on the counter's ledge, taping from biggest digit to smallest, over and over in a steady rhythm. "My tits or my arms?" You jest, another puff of steam explodes from his vents. "I-I well, I meant your arm, but if you're offering.. I would like to.. maybe know what they feel like... I suppose." Oh yeah, they so like me. Look at how nervous he is! In response, you hold your arms behind your back and proudly puff out your chest. Both of the bots eyes widen, they look to each other before they look back at you, making you giggle. They look like surprised cats, the way their optics' pupils get large and hone in on you whenever they look your way, it's so precious!

Oh Primus, she's trying to kill me. Rewind thinks as he slowly but surely brings a servo up to your left breast, he looks at you one more time to make sure it's okay, and when you give him a small polite nod, he brings the tip to your boob and pokes it once before retracting it and bending down to where you can only see the top of his helm and his optics peering over the counter. Silence fills the room before you finally decide to pipe up. "Seriously?" You ask, a hint of sass settles in your tone. "What? Did I do it wrong?" Chromedome's servo slowly coming into view from the side catches your attention. You grab it, bring it to your breast and make him cup. "See? Cup it. I've had better foreplay from bras." You tease with a huff. "Oh, come on, I wasn't prepared!" Rewind retorts grumpily, meanwhile you think Chromedome might have died, you're not really sure. He's just frozen there, genuinely completely unmoving, with his servo wrapped around your tit.

You stare at him staring at you, waiting for a reaction, only to be met with the biggest puff of steam in the world to be blown smack dab into your face. Luckily for you, it doesn't burn. "Sweetspark." Rewind mumbles as he lightly pops his arm again, knocking him out of his little trance. "Huh-" Chromedome looks over at him, that shocked and awed expression still on his face. "Yeah?" He mumbles as he stares at his partner. "Your servo is still on her breast." Rewind informs, Chromedome quickly turns right back to you before he jumps sky high and falls to the ground, both Rewind and yourself flinch at his extreme reaction. "Love.. you're just a bit of a drama king, did you know that?" Rewind teases as he squats down next to him and rubs his back, Chromedome sighs, looks down, and softly nods as he pitifully bumps his helm into Rewind's. You frown softly and avert your gaze. Maybe I should have eased him into it a bit slower...

They notice your demeanor's shift immediately, because though you don't notice, their optics are always on you, too. They both spring up and start to ruffle your hair and pinch your cheeks again. To them, this is personal attention and showing love, to you, it could be that or just them being overbearing and needy. Who can tell, really? "Ah!" You exclaim as you playfully push their hands away. "No frowns! No sadness! Hey, do you want to have a movie night with me and Rewind?" Chromedome asks nonchalantly, Rewind glances up at him and snickers. "Wow, so subtle." He comments, Chromedome huffs and softly bonks his helm. "Sure!" You stop Chromedome before he could even begin to retort, his intake hangs open for a few moments before it quickly shuts. "Well see, it worked, didn't it?" Chromedome sassily replies, earning a hearty groan from Rewind. "Yeah yeah, whatever, old man." He mumbles as he picks you up and presses you against his chassis again.. it flusters you every time he does it, you won't lie. "Lets get you set up into that mech suit, sweets!"

That they do, they make sure everything is absolutely perfectly safe before they finally place you into the cockpit. And the walk to their habsuite is oddly enjoyable, normally you'd be paranoid that someone's gonna see through your disguise, but as you walk alongside those two dinguses, you can't help but feel safe and secure. However, you've gotta say, you hate the fact that you live pretty much all the way across the ship from them, you'd love to be closer... Maybe someone would be willing to trade if you offered.

"Well, here we are! Home sweet home!" Rewind announces proudly as he switches on the lights, revealing a beautifully tidy habsuite. "Wow, it's so clean!" You exclaim as you nose around, everything has it's own little spot, photos, datapads, trinkets, each has their own special shelf or space on the counters... Maybe you should take some notes and incorporate that system into your room. "Yeah, no thanks to him." Rewind replies teasingly as he points back at Chromedome, who's just made it through the door. "Aw, come on! I pick up after myself and tidy.. sometimes." He says with the confidence of an damp hamster in an open field. "Key note, sometimes." Rewind taunts as he sets up a pull out couch attached to their wall, he is wasting no time to get this thing started! Huh, I didn't even know those existed.. "We have some "critically acclaimed" movies and then some normal ones.. I don't really know how the 'Earthen' rating system works, Swerve is the human junky. But I suppose you'll know all about these... So you can tell us how you like them and if they're worthwhile.." Chromedome's voice slowly drifts off as he begins to lose confidence in himself and in the situation at hand. "Hey!" You take his hands in yours, grabbing his attention, his helm tilts to the side as he awaits your response. "I'll love anything, really. I haven't watched a movie in so long. Okay..?" He nods before a small friendly chirp rumbles from his vocalizer.. and is that his engine purring?

Rewind smirks to himself as he watches you two be all lovey dovey with one another. Oh yeah, this is gonna work, I can feel it in my spark! He carefully puts the DVD into the disc player and plops down onto the couch with a "Thnk!". "Okay, it's ready!" He looks back towards you two, Chromedome is holding you with one hand like a little doll, you're halfway pulled out of the mech suit and you have one of his audial fins in your hand, about to bite it. Ah, they were play battling. You two look at each other, then back at him. "Already?" Chromedome softly asks. "...Yes. Also, by the way, I totally forgot.. I crammed a bunch of goodies in my chassis to bribe you with so you'd come to our movie night..." Rewind shyly admits as he slowly begins to unload a bunch of random stuff, including a little cow statue made of aluminum foil and snacks from chest, Chromedome's hand slowly slips away from your torso and falls to his side as he continues to watch him pull put more and more things. He literally put almost half of our habsuite in there... Chromedome thinks as his audial fins lay back in confusion. Woah, they can fit a lot in there.. You think as you watch in awe, he pulls out the final thing and sighs contently. "Aw.. thank you! But you both should know by now that I'll always go anywhere with you two." Their eyes brighten and a big smile graces their features. So she does like us back! ..I think! They both think simultaneously before they give each other a small knowing glance and then go about their business.

You and Chromedome blink before you glance back at each other. "Come on now, it's about to start. I've already got the snacks and everything set up... Luckily for you, Y/N, we were gonna try some human treats!" He happily squeaks as he holds up a bowl of your favorite snack, you gasp loudly. "THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE EVER!" You shout as you try to clamber out of your mech suit, Chromedome ever so gently picks you up and places you on the ground before you hurt yourself, which, knowing you, was bound to happen. "Thank you." You mumble sweetly, he nods as you give him a hardy pat on the leg. You then scurry over to the couch, climb up, and plop down in the center. They can't help but giggle at your enthusiasm (and smallness) as you get settled and begin to feast upon the array of snacks.