Flirting with Disaster~

Anon’s optics flared zeroing in on the movement of Warp’s glossa running slowly over his upper lip a low growl escaped from his own chassis. Rolling his hips forward so their panels made direct contact the growl turned into a moan at the pressure on both sides of his own panel. His cooling fans kicked to their highest setting, optics flicking down to the hand on Warp’s cockpit lightly making a design that only he knew. Anon gave no warning save his hand ceasing its movements along amber glass as suddenly he moved, hands coming to the broad sides of Warp’s wings, his upper frame with shoulders and the weight of weaponry atop of them colliding with Warp’s upper frame and driving him back from a sitting position to lying under Anon on the desk, Anon’s mouth finding Warp’s and kissing the dark Seeker hard a press of demand, lips, and a hint of denta while hands slammed Warp’s wings to the desk effectively pinning the Seeker under him. Anon lifted his helm and just as tantalizingly slow followed the line of Warp’s upper lip with his own glossa before nipping him hard on the chin.

"Mine." Anon’s vents were jagged, optics glittering darkly as his lips curved into a smirk. "S-still offering more~?" He breathed, their lips brushing together with every word, pausing just to move digits keeping his palms firmly on Warp’s wings but digit tips caressing along flight sensors setting them off purposely knowing full well the action wasn’t going to allow Warp much ability to articulate anything silver glossa or no. "I-I want this Warp, I want you. To bury myself in you and feel you around me… I-I got every intention to b-blow your processor. H-have you forget about the cloak and scream my name." Anon’s voice turned darker, harder with that growl edging into his words as he ordered out his next words. "Open your panel, Warp."

Warp’s optics widened as Anon suddenly moved, the smirk that had been on his face at Anon’s cooling fans kicking on turning surprised as he was slammed backward to the desk. He arched under Anon’s frame, moaning into the kiss, wings shuddering as they were pinned to the desk. Drinking down Anon’s taste, Warp shifted under him, hooking legs around Anon’s waist to hold him there. His cooling fans increased in speed at the deliberate movement of glossa across his lip and scrape of denta to his chin, and his hands glided over Anon’s back to sink into transformation seams at the base of his wings.