Quillfire/Springload, trying to find a way to make it work with Springloads acid secretions and Quillfires quills?
“Stay still!” Springload hisses, his frame strained uncomfortably trying to not be poked.
“I’m trying, it’s not easy when you’re rubbing against me!” Quillfire squirms.
“Well, if you would just- Ow!” The brown decepticon’s writhing forces a spine into Springload’s servo plating.
“Sorry!”
There’s a long moment of the two staying silent. They both know that they’re not the most amazing fit for each other. This will always be difficult, wether they like it or not.
“Do you want to do something else…?”
“Could we watch one of those human movies?” Quillfire says hesitantly.
“Yeah. I’ll get it ready. I- I’d kiss you right now if-”
“I know.”
