[There's no explosion. There's no sudden sinking of the ground under his feet, or sudden ending of the world. It's not even earth-shattering. It's a kiss. That's all it is. A kiss.]
[A... kiss he finds himself pressing desperately into, his frame starting to tremble against his will. Lights blaze brighter along his panels, and his optics dim even as they shutter closed.]
[His hands lift without him telling them to, settling on the smaller Autobot's shoulders, and digging in. There's as much desperation in his own touch, in his own kiss, as there is in Wheeljack's. Matching him, need for need, pressure and slow, moving mouth following in the other's example. Never competing. Giving even as he takes in that contact. His engine all but roars.]
[He wants this.]
[He wants this so much it's nearly physically painful to him. He knows it shows, in that simple, heated kiss. And, suddenly, for the first time since he first realized there was no getting rid of these feelings, he doesn't mind needing it so badly.]
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[A... kiss he finds himself pressing desperately into, his frame starting to tremble against his will. Lights blaze brighter along his panels, and his optics dim even as they shutter closed.]
[His hands lift without him telling them to, settling on the smaller Autobot's shoulders, and digging in. There's as much desperation in his own touch, in his own kiss, as there is in Wheeljack's. Matching him, need for need, pressure and slow, moving mouth following in the other's example. Never competing. Giving even as he takes in that contact. His engine all but roars.]
[He wants this.]
[He wants this so much it's nearly physically painful to him. He knows it shows, in that simple, heated kiss. And, suddenly, for the first time since he first realized there was no getting rid of these feelings, he doesn't mind needing it so badly.]
[Wanting it so badly.]