...Dreadwing Immediately Feels Bad, Because Rung Looks Uncomfortable. He Wants To Apologize And Soothe
...Dreadwing immediately feels bad, because Rung looks uncomfortable. He wants to apologize and soothe his friend, but the old mech is already explaining.
... Ah.
Slag.
It's about sparklings. New life. Elegy is the first of her sort that he has come across -- in Dreadwing's world, younglings come about from the planet itself in hotspots, and are physically fully developed. But this is not how everyone does things.
"...Rung," he sighs softly, sinking down to his knees to sit and be better at his dear friend's level.
"I never... I never meant to upset you," Dreadwing asserts lowly. "I do not see you in such vulgar ways, and I am so sorry that I am ... I am so uneducated in the biomechanical physiology of this world."
"You are more than any of those things. You are a creator, yes, but you are more importantly a mech, friend to so many, mate and lover. You are Rung. You are you. You are priceless."
He whuffles. "I have no problem making you these items. All you must do is tell me the specifics. Size, weight, material. If it will help you, I will gladly do so."
Right. Right, then, this isn’t working. Rung’s antenna flatten back against his helm as he lets go of Dreadwing’s servo and reaches up to fiddle with his oculars. He ends up unclipping them to pinch at the thin bridge of his olfactory sensor out of habit as he tries to figure out how to explain.
Quintessa guide him.
“Elegy,” he tries. “I made part of Elegy inside of me. My forge makes photonic crystals, which are the core components of a lasercore, or in modern terms, a spark. I make sparks. Like a manufacturing plant, or the Well. I spent a very long time doing nothing but making sparks, and I am trying very, very hard to prove that I am more than just— a medical curiosity or a production line or an Ornament—”
Realizing his voice had started to fray out into static, Rung clears his vocoder with a polite little click and ducks his helm. “Please forgive me for being agitated about this, Dreadwing. I don’t need to see a medic. I know what the problem is, I am just…”
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Which do you prefer, Dreadwing - topping or bottoming?
Sigh.
"I... prefer to "top", most of the time. But I am not adverse to the opposite if it is what my partner wants. Sometimes it is nice to lie back and just enjoy."
Dreadwing is happy to let the mech indulge, and reciprocates. Reaching around, he trails the tips of his claws tantalizingly lightly down Ghostspire's back plating, exploring. He's always thought it odd that he could never quite tell what the bounty hunter transforms into, and playing with the seams and gaps of metal at his back still doesn't give much clue. Not that that is at the front of the Seeker's mind at the moment.
"We will get to that," he assures, stealing another kiss. "just be mindful of my scars, hm?"
Pressing his helm back with a soft purr, golden optics squinting up in amusing.
"It would please me if I got more than a kiss," He purred, helm dipping down a little more to give the mech a gentle, but firm kiss. "I don't mind biting, and I would enjoy it if you got rough." Leaning a little closer to run his claws down Dreadwings wings. He just wanted to touch a little, sensitive or not. It had been awhile since he had been able to touch another's wings.
He was indulging slightly.
@ghostlyvisage Well don't mind if he do- Just gonna settle himself real close to the bigger seeker, not quiet sitting on his lap. Stretching out slightly and grinning. "Yyyeeeessss?"
Dreadwing pulls Ghostspire closer, strong hands gripping.
"Do you consent? I am not especially exciting, but I am interested in ....engaging with you. And, as always, consent can be withdrawn by either party. So fear not."
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Smash or Pass Optimus big mech? Smash or Pass Me~ for that matter
"...Based on political leanings, pass on the Prime. Based on looks? ... 50/50."
"And you? You are cute, but I do not know you."
"Is everything allright? You sound... struggling. Need me to come over?"
Sorry. The old Seeker doesn't reply.
The big Seeker purrrrrrrrs against her mouth, jet engines whirring as he returns Air Razor's kiss. His field, kept close to him frame, tangles with hers and enthusiastically shares in her hunger.
Those claws of hers slide lower...
Dreadwing seems to think about it. "Mmm... I will allow it... but only if you let me return the favor after, my sweet."
" Oh really? I wouldn't know why-" One of her arms slides around his neck. Anchoring herself to him as she kisses him with eagerness. Nibbling on the lower part of his lip plate. Wings flaring slightly with want as her free claws skate a little lower," Though I would ever so love to show you some appreciation my handsome dear." Nuzzling him as she tries to look as cute as possibly. She's certain she's ruining it with how eager her field is brushing to his own.
Is there anyone you've met that you want to frag? If so, how would you frag them? Or would you want them to frag you?
He sighs softly.
"There are ... a few. Rung. Arcee. Airazor. Ghostspire."
A soft sound.
"How that would happen is for us to decide."
@ghostlyvisage
A low, happy purr from the flightless seeker as armor flairs out and rattles quietly. "If your willing to give it.. a taste of your spike and a nice, hard frag..." Returning the nip as claws trace along his frame. "Think you'll be able to indulge me?"
One big bear paw of a hand lifts and gently, very gently runs over Ghost's back, playing lightly with seams.
"If that is what you want, I can give it. "
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