Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.
Trailcutter was immobilized by his ow thoughtsfor a second, a warm tickle crawling on his back as he processed was he wasabout to do. His visor bended in worry---maybe embarrassment, and his lowerderma got squeezed in between his teeth.
“Sir---I am sorry. I don’t mean to disrespectyou, I have to d---” Excuses are for mediocre people. Trailcutter shook his helm,remembering the words of a former superior of his. Did he want Fortress Maximusto think he was mediocre?
He vented through his nose, finding at least abit of resolution. He approached, taking the bigger bot’s right wrist into hisleft hand, almost standing on his pedes’ tiptoes as he inclined his helm to theside. Finally, Trailcutter leaned forward just enough to be sure Max was feelinghis faceplates radiate heat.
A soft kiss was left into Fortress Maximus’slips. Trailcutter barely opened his own mouth to rub a little more against him,but the contact itself was mostly just a very gentle touch.
(Still enough to make Teebs smile like an idiot right before it ended, though. His face was burning purple because of the energon accumulated into his cheeks, but it was so worth it.)