Drift's not usually one to act without thinking about the consequences -- still, he acted without thinking when he kissed Rodimus, and whatever he was expecting...well, he doesn't know what he was expecting. Rodimus reaches up to pull him in for another kiss and Drift lets out a warm sound of surprise agains this mouth, but there's no trace of protest. He just tightens his grip around Rodimus' waist, keeping him as close as he can -- Rodimus' chest flush against his, the empty plane of Rodimus' chestplate strange against Drift's badge. His optics dim further, almost closing, absorbed in the kiss and the warm flutters of light and static it seems to draw from his spark.