Drift x Perceptor fluff - implied sexin'
Drift groaned, making a half-sparked attempt to squirm away from the cool, damp cloth on his thighs. Muttering a nonsensical protest, he tried to swipe at Percy's servo. "Behave, Drift." Perceptor scolded softly. He didn't mind cleaning up after their session, but he did mind cuddling with drying, sticky, lubricant on their plating. It just wasn't sanitary. Drift cared remarkably little about cleanliness, and had shown that lack of care when Ratchet had brought him back to the ship, scuffed, dented, dirty. And utterly unbothered. Perceptor huffed softly as Drift grumbled again. This time the swordsmech managed to grab his servo, prompting a short, intense little tussle between the two. Drift wanted to cuddle, now. Perceptor wanted a clean frame to cuddle with. He made an undignified noise of protest, and Drift pouted at him, optics still hazy, and let go. "'s coooold." He whined, slurring the way he only did when totally relaxed, or completely overcharged. "Stop wiggling away, it wouldn't have time to get cold." He chided the shorter mech, trying not to give in to that pout. He was tired, valve and spike both aching after their hard frag, wanting to just slide onto the berth and snuggle Drift. Said mech huffed and flopped his helm back, shivering as Percy swiped the cloth over his array.  His panels were gently closed, and Drift whined. Perceptor made a sympathetic noise, leaning over nuzzle his helm crest against a finial. ...They were both clean, the only dampness on Drift's plating from the cleaner on the cloth. Alright then. He tilted his helm, pressing his lips to Drift's cheek, purring when Drift turned so their lips met. He dropped the cloth to the floor, making a mental note to pick it up later. Drift immediately turned as the berth shifted under Perceptor's weight, moving to press himself against the scientist. "I missed you." Perceptor murmured, aware he'd said as much earlier, when Drift had cornered him in their habsuite. He still felt it needed to be said. He had truly missed Drift, and was so pleased the mech had been returned relatively unharmed. "Missed ya too." Drift muttered, voice muffled against Perceptor's neck. He blinked, trying to clear the sudden blurriness from his optic. Tightening his arms around the smaller mech, he cleared his vocalizer and nuzzled tighter against Drift. "I love you, Drift." "Mmm. Love y'too, Perce."
