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π for Chase
Chase had actually been in the middle of looking for Heatwave to talk to him about a report he was working on when the firetruck had pulled him in and pressed their dermas together.
It took him a moment to process what was happening, optics slightly widened and servos up, before he let his frame relax and reciprocated the affection. He let himself be held, setting his servos on Heatwave's shoulders and letting his optics slip closed as he kissed him back with a soft hum.
When the kiss ended, he kept his optics closed for a moment before blinking them and looking up at the red mech, one optic ridge rising and a small smile on his derma while his helm tilted to the side.
"May I ask what that was for?"












