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“My darling, Froid,” Sunder's voice was a deep purr, “I'm certain this is not how you have ever recharged in your life.

There was an almost imperceptible shudder at the word “darling.” “Nonsense, this is how I am most comfortable.”

Sunder tutted at Froid's response. “After all the activities we've already engaged in... Sleeping is the one you find too intimate?”

Froid's hands clenched. “I assure you that I am fine.”

“Very well.” Sunder climbed into the berth and pretended not to notice how Froid tensed. It was adorable the way the jet would deny himself so much intimacy. He even denied how much he was craving that intimacy. Well, that was what Sunder was for.

It wasn't a position Sunder would have slept in normally, his arms wrapped around Froid pulling him as close to himself as he could. “This isn't bothering you, is it?” Sunder teased.

“This is...” There was a slight hitch in Froid's voice. He slowly drew in air then reset his vocalizer. “This is fine.”

Sunder grinned, too many teeth nearly scrapping at the back of Froid's helm. “Good.”

Simply to annoy Froid with additional contact, Sunder wrapped a leg around the slender bot. No doubt, at some point in his slumber he would roll away but for now Sunder would overwhelm his partner with all the touch he had denied himself.

It came to no surprise to Sunder when he awoke from recharge facing the opposite way from how he had dozed off. What did surprise him was how positions had been reversed. Froid had a long arm tightly wrapped around his torso with one of his legs slung over Sunder's thigh. His helm nuzzled at the back of Sunder's neck.

Years, decades, millenia of denying himself even the most basic of touches. It seemed to have all come crashing down on Froid. Every small tug away from Sunder had Froid desperately pulling him back. It was almost cute, if a bit annoying.