He is needed. He's needed so badly, it's a physical ache. Or maybe that's the pollen in his systems. It doesn't matter either way. He's always needed his partner. Wanted him...

Now he's here and not pulling away and wanting him too.

His frame presses against the smaller one in his arms, the heat of his plating scorching. His mouth is more firm against Pax's neck. Urging him. Come on, take the plate off. This is good, and more than he expected -- but not enough.

"Show me...?"

Because he is five seconds away from picking up his old partner and running off somewhere to let him do whatever he wants.