[Ratchet looks up, startled--then shoves up onto one elbow and curls a hand around the back of Ironhide's helm, dragging him down to press hard, fast kisses to his mouth, over and over, shivering helplessly.]
Don't stop. [He speaks right against Ironhide's mouth, not bothering to pull away.] It's good. S'okay. Just--don't stop.
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Don't stop. [He speaks right against Ironhide's mouth, not bothering to pull away.] It's good. S'okay. Just--don't stop.