{ SHIVERRR… he wasn’t expecting affection so late in the night, but blast off surely isn’t complaining. humming with the kisses, brushing a hand along the length of onslaught’s arm. }

comfortable? { because he’s going to be in a minute, moving closer to begin some cuddling between the two. much betterrrr. }

{ peeking up… don’t be shy, slide into BED. }

{ blast off, however, is already making himself at home in the larger mech’s bed. fluffing their pillows… }

{ brow ridges slightly raise before he settles, flashing a gentle smile. he likes the quick answer more than he lets on, turning on his heels to step on over towards onslaught’s quarters. } fantastic. i was hoping you’d say that…

hmm. perhaps so, sir. are you ready for bed, once you’re done with your sightseeing?

i just don’t know what you’re thinking. you’re not upset, are you? { your sic is trying to gauge what it is onslaught’s brooding over. it’s hard to say at this point in time. }

you know, the city hasn’t changed at all since you last stared at it. { softly musing as he steps closer, a hand propped on his own hip. }

{ exiting out of the washroom, smelling like fresh lavender and jasmine. peeking out to try and spot onslaught— of course he’s brooding. }

{ shifty glances between the two… to be helpful or not? } mm. if you need anything, i’ll just be in the living room, sir.

{ why is there an uninvited guest at their porch. quit being fussy already, blast off. } what’s going on?

{ who the hell is outside right now, it’s DARK OUT. opening up the door and standing in the dark like a parent catching their child sneaking in. } hello? ( 🤨 )

{ a flush of color dusts his cheeks with the little tugs received, leaning in CLOSER. hands roaming until they land on his shoulders, on the cusp of massaging the metal. } kiss me. i think we should be doing that right about now.

{ that’s much betterrrr… even slightly lifting his chin to allow the other full access to his cabling, lips pursing. he never said he was perfect, silly. just better than most! } i was… thinking we should, um… { usually, he’s never this spaced out while maintaining optic contact. focussss. }

{ he’s trying to flirt and rub his chassis, and onslaught returns the favor by RUBBING HIS HELM? what is he, a DOG? * 🤨 } er… yes, you’re right. like usual, sir.

hm? oh… oh. i didn’t mean— { he grits his dentae, caught in the act of really telling his leader his true feelings on the endeavor. not as if they were that much of a secret. more tracing… } sorry. i don’t mind it… besides the combining, truly. i guess it still messes with my mind, is all. honest.

hardly. { well, at least he’s still honest. maybe even more blunt… } but— if it’s what * you’d like to do, i’ll always follow. i’m with you for as long as you need me.

one glass. well— two, technically. { tracing an index digit along onslaught’s chassis… is it INSANELY obvious? } you haven’t asked for any team bonding lately. i just remembered to ask you about that…

{ cozying up… purrr. } i’m happy you like it. we have the same taste, you could say. { expensive taste, maybe. }

{ stop staring at his lips, blast off. he offers a nod, seating himself right in onslaught’s lap, because he’s feeling rather presumptuous in the current moment. } of course. i try to remember most of the things you like, for times like these.

{ say LESS, a glass immediately taken from the cupboard to set down and fill up with the wine. snatching the glass in his free hand, he’s traveling over to hand it off to the other mech, flashing a smile. it’s hard to see, considering it’s so dark in the living room. } you liked this one before.

hello, onslaught. would you care for a drink? { he can always grab another glass for his leader… turning to look over his shoulder. }

{ blast off will be waiting! the curtains immediately fall back into their original place, moving into the kitchen to finish off the rest of his glass. good stuff, this snoot only buys the expensive brands. }

{ don’t act surprised, blast off. waggling his fingers in a subtle greeting, taking another sip of his wine. he’s buzzed. }

{ it just means he’s ogling you, onslaught. and he would be privy to that fact if he turned to look at the window. he’s not being so sneaky this time around. }

{ peeking out from behind the curtain, sipping on some energon wine. onslaught looks mighty good in low lighting… the evening glow. }

{ PUT THE BLASTER DOWN, BLAST OFF. he just didn’t know if onslaught needed any backup is all… }

… onslaught, what was that.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗔 ⠀ 𝗠𝗬 ⠀ 𝘞𝘈𝘠, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗠𝗬 ⠀ A͟U͟D͟I͟E͟N͟C͟E͟ ⠀ 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏𝙎.ᐟ ⠀ ⠀

{ that’s the ticket. murmurings become quieted, and his grasp upon the other relents once he finally settles. back to sleep you go, shuttle. purrrrrr. }

onssslaught… ( 🌀 ) { drowsy murmuring, hard to decipher what exactly he’s yapping about— he’s nearly giggling… }

hmnn… { sleepily nudging against onslaught’s frame, successfully halted. }

{ WIGGLY WIGGLY— he can’t get comfortable. }

{ HURRY UP, the wife is currently stirring. }

{ asleep. * 💤 }

mm… { lightly bonking his helm against onslaught’s. keep that up, and blast off will surely be lulled to sleep in no time. visor dimming, relishing in the closeness… }

{ smothered by onslaught. is there any better way to go? certainly not by blast off’s standards. } … thank you. for staying with me. i apologize for being a little snippy with you.

{ blast off surely doesn’t mind, but he only hopes onslaught won’t happen to sleep wrong or anything in the process… snuggling in a little closer. } don’t be ridiculous… we can head to your room in a little while, if you’d prefer.

{ blinking, slowly clicking off the screen to his datapad. you’ve got his attention, shifting a glance towards onslaught. he stayed? } my bed isn’t as roomy as yours. you’re not going to be very comfortable…

no. i would have locked the door if i did. { you’re allowed to stay in here, onslaught. whether or not he actually would like to is up to him. }

hardly. { swipe. swipe. swipe. think you’re the only one that can brood, onslaught?! }

i am, by your words, ‘ acting right ’. { lifting his datapad for onslaught to see the video before plopping it back down and skipping to a different one. that book seemed boring. } can i help you with something.

{ he’s cozy in his bed, watching some sort of book review. not even BOTHERING to look, he can tell it’s onslaught. who else would it be? }

{ SEETHING. off to your own room you go, snooty. }

{ which one. }

{ he’s annoyed. }

{ shoving swindle aside. get away. }

{ RUBBING HIS TEMPLES RUBBING HIS TEMPLES RUBBING }

i’d be happy to, sir. { a purr escapes him, especially excited when being able to have a say in their trip destination. don’t break the bank, shuttle. } give me a day or two to provide you with ample options.

mm… yes. i do like this idea much better. { his touch is traveling up onslaught’s arms to offering a reciprocating rub to his shoulders. } where were you looking for us all to go? hopefully somewhere nice.