[He has to chuckle. Just a little. There's a lot of warmth to the sound. Warmth and affection -- so much affection. It shows in his face, too. The dumb smile on his face says that much, looking up at Ratchet like he's the one keeping the universe spinning.]

[This time, the kiss is for the other bot's mouth. Just as slow as the ones pressed to his palm.]

Don't matter to me how 'long' anythin' is. Jus' wanna see you enjoyin' yourself.

[But he does do as asked, slowly rolling them over so that he's atop the other. And then, only then, does he move to pull himself free, on his hands and knees above Ratchet.]

... wanna use your hands on me? Or your uh. Other hand there.

[He means 'spike'. Good euphemism, Ironhide.]