[If he had any idea what was going on, he'd have responded more appropriately. Instead of standing there, wriggling back into Grimlock's big hands. The front of his hips feels too ... tight. He squirms again, trying to find some kind of relief and... failing. Miserably.]
[His head tilts up to meet Grimlock's, mouth seeking his again. To mash their faces together, for lack of a better word.]
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[His head tilts up to meet Grimlock's, mouth seeking his again. To mash their faces together, for lack of a better word.]