@air-razor

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested." + Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.

It is some sort of festival. Dreadwing isn't sure exactly what it is for, but the particular section of the sky being closed off, and the bright explosions of color from the fireworks, attracts his attention.

He knows he'd be just as happy staying in, but ... in some self-aware way, he also knows that he should not completely sequester himself from society. The Seeker decides he will go down, have a drink or two, and see what there is to see.

Evidently, Dreadwing had been staring. He starts a bit despite himself, heat flushing his faceplates a little in embarrassment. But... he does not pull away. Where does he know her from?

"Ah," he finally manages through a tight throat. "I apologize. I should not have been staring."

Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

kink shame body worship

Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them. || accepting!

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes| There goes my pants|

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Hmph. He is horny and annoyed by this.

hunting / ambushing

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Now this? Consentually, this he can get behind. Whether he is the predator or the prey, he can, and will, play this game if his partner wants it.

Dreadwing instantly closes the space between them, but doesn't crowd the Ornament. Instead, he sits on the other side of the couch, watching him with a worried expression.

"You are needed," he gently asserts. "You are coveted, also, as a friend, a mate, a parent. But you are not only here to be devoured. You are not here for the benefit of others to the detriment of yourself."

The Seeker takes in a vent. "The easy way is not always ... the right way. What do you want? From this place, from us, from me? What can I do?"

{ @sin-cxde }

"Which do you want to be?"

Curled up in the corner of the sofa, Rung peers out at Dreadwing from under the arm over his face. His oculars sit abandoned on the nearby low table.

“I don’t know if I have a preference. I need others, but I also want to be needed. I am usually something to be… consumed, coveted. I let others put what they want on me like a mirror. It’s easier, that way.”

overload denial

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

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

...Why is it so hot in here?

"Sky Claw. What is the temperature in the ship?"

"The current temperature is 12.04 degrees local measurement."

That is not hot.

👀 + Sliding my claws down your frame, over that lovely cockpit. Then sinking slowly to my knees to see if I can convince you to open up with just my mouth darling...

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

"Convince me?"

Sharp clawtips hook under her chin and gently lift it so she's looking at him.

"As if I need convincing..."

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.