Smash Or Pass Ghostspire

While he is very concerned over this revelation, it is wildly apparent that it isn't what his ... friend?... lover? ... it isn't what Ghostspire wants to deal with at the moment. Dreadwing can understand and appreciate his stance, and he will gladly make the hunter forget whatever unhappiness he brought up in asking that question.

Ghost is clutched close as the Seeker returns the kiss, hot and needing.

"Tell me what you want," he growls softly, one hand cupping up between the mech's thighs. "And open up for me."

He reveled in the feel of his sharpened denta, some plating flaring out to let out excess heat. A soft rumble of high-powered aerial engines left him, helm tilting back readily to let Dreadwing do as he pleased-

And giving a sigh when the mech asked about his wings.

"Yes, I did," Leaning back slightly to look at him. "A very long time ago. Some of the sensors still work, so you can touch to your sparks content." Leaning in closer and giving Dreadwing a hungry, demanding kiss. He wanted to get fragged, and he was not going to let the lack of something stop him.

"You want to ask more questions it can wait until after I'm fragged so hard all I can do is scream your name." He said it with a low growl, pressing more firmly against the mech.

...Hmph. That's odd.

Oh, wait. He felt this way the other day and never did do anything about it. Oh well. His libido is easy to ignore.

He sputters.

"HANG them on your WALL?"

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He tapped his chin, helm tilting to the side before humming.

"Your wings, honestly." He stretched a little, splaying out some more and giving them a quiet obvious look over. "Though its hard to tell if it's because I want to keep them for myself. Hang them up on a wall or something, or touch them and play with them while there attached to see what noises I can pull from you..." A mischievous grin as claws tapped against his plating.

"I bet you whimper." Before chuckling and settling in more.

"You also have some really nice thighs and hips, wouldn't mind scratching those up."

He wants a frag.

// I ran over a bottle of shampoo at work with my forklift today

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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."

“Are you lonely, Dreadwing?”

"Lonely?"

The Seeker turns to look at the little antique, his friend. In truth, Dreadwing is always lonely, but not in a way that Rung can help, so there is little point in making him feel fussy about it.

"I find great solace here in your Temple," is what he settles for saying, and it is true. "Why do you ask, my friend?"

"Use my name!"

The shout is sudden, and laden with emotion.

"My name is not chief, it is not tiger, it is not champ."

They are close, now. Dreadwing leans down.

"Say my name, Wheeljack. Please."

There's a long, long pause. Then, Dreadwing turns to regard the Wrecker.

Thirty-three feet and more than fifteen tons of Seeker suddenly, slowly, advance on Wheeljack.

"I mince my words for no one. Least of all the likes of you."

Dreadwing is entirely about consent. There are SO MANY things he will try if all parties are consenting. This also means that consent can be taken away at any given time for any reason or no reason at all.

" So, has your berth room for one more? I don't take too much space."

"For you? Always."