[Drift didn't make untangling from the kiss very easy, leaning in before he lets Perceptor pull away.]

It wasn't.

[At all.]

[He gives a pleased little purr at the light touches on his waist, not needing much more invitation to let his own hands land on Perceptor's shoulders, rising up with a throaty purr toward another one, just in case Perceptor had any doubt.]