[Ratchet's voice crackles into static at the soft graze of Ironhide's teeth against his plating, clutching at him with his free hand and arching a little before he manages to scrape together his bearings.]
No, don't stop; yes, roll us over. Please. [The word sounds dragged out of him and he struggles for composure and self-control, a little embarrassed to have lost it even this much, even in front of Ironhide.] I'm going to last a completely pitiful length of time if you don't stop playing with my hands, just as a warning.
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[Ratchet's voice crackles into static at the soft graze of Ironhide's teeth against his plating, clutching at him with his free hand and arching a little before he manages to scrape together his bearings.]
No, don't stop; yes, roll us over. Please. [The word sounds dragged out of him and he struggles for composure and self-control, a little embarrassed to have lost it even this much, even in front of Ironhide.] I'm going to last a completely pitiful length of time if you don't stop playing with my hands, just as a warning.