The difference in size and strength is more pronounced with the level of inebriation they were at. Tarn's shake has First Aid's frame rattling in his grip, his head snapping back and forward painfully. He has to reach up and grab onto Tarn's chest to steady himself.
If he was thinking about anything besides punching that stupid mask off the mech's head, he'd wonder how Tarn knew his name.
"You mean enjoying the mask on your face? It's like the equivalent of fucking someone with a bag over their head, scrapheap! You have to dress up like some bad cosplay of Megatron to get him to fuck you!"
He hisses, steam venting out from between his plates as the condensation burns off. He was thinking about it, no matter how much he tried not to; the mental image of them together was burned into his thoughts. He swallows, his throat tight, vocalizer spitting static.
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If he was thinking about anything besides punching that stupid mask off the mech's head, he'd wonder how Tarn knew his name.
"You mean enjoying the mask on your face? It's like the equivalent of fucking someone with a bag over their head, scrapheap! You have to dress up like some bad cosplay of Megatron to get him to fuck you!"
He hisses, steam venting out from between his plates as the condensation burns off. He was thinking about it, no matter how much he tried not to; the mental image of them together was burned into his thoughts. He swallows, his throat tight, vocalizer spitting static.
"I bet you had to beg!"