@naughtywave : “You want on top, or would you prefer being fragged into the berth?”
Blades bites at his lip plate, denta leaving slight scratches in the grey metal. thankfully those would be easy to buff out after, but right now? he was too busy trying to think of which sounded more appealing. the Helibot leaned into Heatwave's chassis, digits sliding down the firebot's sides teasingly, optics dim as he reaches up to give him a rather heated kiss. the kiss lasted a while, before he pulled back and mumbled,
" Frag me into the berth. Please? " he asks, already pulling away to reach over to the berth in question, leaning his round chassis over the edge and showing off his panels as he spread his legs. which were already open; his slightly curved spike dribbling prefluid as his puffy valve dripped lubricant down his grey thighs. he looks over his shoulder, venting pathetically,
"Please, Heatwave...! "












