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"So, uh. Alternate of mine. How do you feel about courting a mech with a newspark?"
A sparkling well that was something new and completely foreign to him. “Uhh…. I guess I can deal with that….” So that’s what he was talking about weeks ago— he might be weird around with it for a while but he could get used to it. Hopefully it wouldn’t delay some things they’d like to do later on.
Alright, so what was this about a relationship thing?
He’d been inspecting his titan trophy parts, debating if he should turn them over or not yet, until his alternate’s words rang in his processor.
"Weeks ago, perhaps more I’ve lost count. It was never official word wise I suppose but we were going to indulge in a relationship.”
He can feel you, and his spark won't sit still.
"How's that proof coming?"
"You wont' get your slagging proof until he's born, Lockdown." Hotshot huffed, glaring at the mech.
"So hows that nonexistant sparkling?"
Hotshot's optics narrowed, a servo on his swollen stomach protective. "Nonexistant my aft." He growled. "Thought you didn't want me around anymore."
Snorts at the messages his alternate got.
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He took the opportunity to finish the cube, move back once finished and find his servos wandering over whatever plating they could find. Lockdown would feel his engine turn over, rumbling peacefully at the sudden position. The gray frame rocked up slightly and, let hips grind lightly against the more colorful plating. “Mmmm…how I have missed your frame…” he purred. “Maybe I should be a little more indulging in a relationship…”
A grin formed on his face at his alternate's words; his hips pressing down, grinding back against him. Engine rumbling at the servos on his frame, pushing more into them, silently craving more. "Perhaps you should," stating in a deep husky voice. He's missed the other's frame as well, it brought a certain warmth that Lockdown craved. Shifting, he pressed his lips to the Lamborghini's, glossa flicking over dark lips.
Pulling back just slightly for a brief second, "I crave your frame and presence."
"Ok, you win."
"Win what…?" Tilts his helm at his alternate.
