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"It is. Come on."

Dreadwing turns and leads Ghost through his ship, going up into the living area of the Sky Claw. There, he comes to a... wall. Simple, nondescript ship metal. He types a code into a small pad off to the side and the wall reveals itself to actually be a door -- Dreadwing's sleeping quarters are a small hidden room, recessed into the hallway. That makes it hard to find should he be boarded while asleep.

The room itself is tall enough for him to stand up in, but not much more, with the large, plush berth ahead maybe two good sized steps. Well, there is a berth, absolutely, but it's underneath a proper Seeker's nest.

"Here we are."

He groaned into the kiss, eagerly tilting his hips up into his touch. Relaxing into him before following him up.

"Berth would be a good place for a frag."

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Edging has its place, though his patience for it is very limited.

Boldly, silver claws trace along the plush lips of Ghostspire's valve, toying with his entrance but never pressing inside. The other mech has a low frame temperature for certain, but even then, he can feel some heat here.

At the question, he Ghost's node a rub.

"I would very much like that."

He sighed softly, arching happily into the mechs touch. Panel slid back easily, white biolights and white node flashing a moment before dimming. Loud purr low in his chassis, stretching out more and sighing softly.

"If your offering, i'd love a taste." He purred, shifting to run sharp claws over the parts of his frame he could reach. Plating cool to the touch, small holes in the metal making the plating textured.

"Wanna see how talented?"

"Dreadwing? Hello? I brought the Rumikub set! Oh, and some tea that Ratchet recommended. We still on for today?"

At first, there is no answer. The Sky Claw II looms ominously, all dark plating, sharp curves and knifelike spires. Primus only knew where Dreadwing had gotten his beloved starship -- he's usually rather moot on the subject.

But then, among the distant din of the nearby busy spaceport, one particular engine sound gets louder and closer.

Dreadwing banks overhead, spiraling down to bleed off speed before transforming and landing to the aft of his ship.

"Sky Claw, cargo bay ramp, please."

"Of course."

"Thank you." And finally, the Seeker actually notices the scout. Wait. What day is it? Ah, slag.

"I dislike admitting forgetting appointments, but here we are." Silver claws gesture to the now lowered ramp up into the lower parts of the vessel. "I hope I did not keep you waiting long."

The Seeker leans back a little, watching the little ornament suddenly get up and onto the table. Daringly, after Rung has sat down, Dreadwing runs the clawtips of one hand along the top of one of his thighs.

"I find this an agreeable trade. But, first..."

His free hand lifts, and a talon gently brushes the other's jaw, tempting him to lift his chin so that Dreadwing can lean in for a proper soft kiss.

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"... do you want to find out what equipment I have?"

That’s all the prompting Rung needs to go from sitting at the table to climbing up on top of it, carefully shifting around so he can sit on the edge in front of Dreadwing and smile up at him.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

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He locks his ship down and hides in it.

Hmph. He is horny and annoyed by this.

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