"Would you lick me...
...I'd lick me..."
Was that an invitation? Lucky for Terminus, Overlord was feeling all better, no nasty little germs to speak of.
"You are... a perverted old man." He snickered, absolutely adoring Terminus' playful turn. He quite happily leaned down to wrap a servo around the smaller bot, holding him by the shoulder, tilting his helm to lap a thin trail from the base of Terminus' collar faring over those neck cables and up to his jaw, loosing a warm exvent as his glossa retreated, little rumble audible in that powerful engine.
"Anywhere in particular you'd like me to lick next?" He teased, devious smirk on those lips.















