Sixshot's behavior was almost primal, not that Phase Sixers were too far from that to start with.
But he doesn't care, his vents working heavily when he feels his thighs brush against the other's. His legs snap up and slide alongside his, pelvice plating griding against the others with a sickening screech. Sixshot's knees lock perfectly with this, and soon...
He's feeling every ounce of heat that Sixshot is giving off, as well as a decent amount of his own.
It doesn't take long for him to reach up to unclasp that faceplate, other hand desperately trying to hold the Phase Sixer back, at least for the moment. The piece of metal falls to the ground--but no second is spared. Optimus's lips crush against Sixshot's mouth, his own primal instincts (and the pollen) finally kicking in.
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But he doesn't care, his vents working heavily when he feels his thighs brush against the other's. His legs snap up and slide alongside his, pelvice plating griding against the others with a sickening screech. Sixshot's knees lock perfectly with this, and soon...
He's feeling every ounce of heat that Sixshot is giving off, as well as a decent amount of his own.
It doesn't take long for him to reach up to unclasp that faceplate, other hand desperately trying to hold the Phase Sixer back, at least for the moment. The piece of metal falls to the ground--but no second is spared. Optimus's lips crush against Sixshot's mouth, his own primal instincts (and the pollen) finally kicking in.