"I-I'm late." Sky's voice was apologetic as he stepped onto the balcony optics locked on to the darker Seeker checking out those black wings under starlight. His frame moved gracefully as he walked to Warp optics drinking all of him in. "S-saw your post. A-about lips, glossa a-and digits on your frame." A sharp intake of air as he reached the back of Warp's frame one hand reaching out to stroke along the edge he lowered his helm his lips brushing along the sensitive wingtip. "Jump us to berth?"
Warp turned his helm at Sky stepping onto the balcony, optics brightening at his mate coming to him. He shook his helm at Sky’s apologetic tone and words. “No, love, you’re here when I need you. You couldn’t help being a little delayed.” He raised his wings a little higher as Sky stalked gracefully closer, showing off wings and frame, not turning quite yet, as he felt Sky’s warm frame behind him. Black wings shivered as talented digits stroked along the edge of his wing just the way Sky knew he liked, and his vents hitched as lips brushed along the sensor cluster at his wingtip.
He nodded, optics half-shuttered, pleased at the sensations and soaking in Sky’s touch on his frame. “Lips, glossa and digits,” he breathed, agreeing, “and all the rest of you~” He reached backward at the question, hands landing on hips and tightening as he engaged his warp drive, moving them smoothly off the balcony, leaving behind only a fading flare of purple light and his forgotten highgrade cube. He had them arrive right before the berth, and he turned his helm to watch the love of his function from the corner of his optics. “I missed you,” he vented softly, hands tightening, digits catching in armor seams at Sky’s hips, waiting for an indication of Sky’s thoughts.













