do you really? ( 🥰 )

it’s very rare when i enjoy the songs you expose to my airwaves, michael.

womp womp wompppp wompppp… ( 😇 )

womp womp wompwomp womp wompppp… ( 🎶 )

{ what a sweet, freakish gesture, michael. with ease, kitt begins munching on the cone! the experience has much improved, he seems as though he’s enjoying it now. * ♥️ }

{ softly chuckling, offering an open palm for the cone. he’s so cute… } of course. i can try that, so long as it doesn’t attack me.

i understand that now… { ice cream sandwiches might be more up his alley. }

hrmm… { it wasn’t the taste that irritated him, just the cold… his hand reaches to steady michael’s wrist, taking another taste of the cone given to him. lick! } … no, i enjoy the flavor. i just dislike the freezing feeling…

why are you sorry? it’s not as though it’s your fault. { perhaps another time, kitt will be more interested in trying ice cream again. don’t fret, knight. }

no, thank you. i’m okay. { offering michael a smile. } do you like it? since it’s your favorite…

{ now michael can enjoy two * ✌️ ice cream cones! this should be a happy occasion. }

{ offering it back OUT. take the CONE. }

it will not harm me if it does. ( 😤 )

{ POUT… how else is he supposed to eat it. foods are normally meant to be eaten quicker rather than not, according to past meal sessions. cake did not give him this sort of experience, staring at his cone. }

i… did not like that. { he’s already giving up, offering out his cone to michael. KITT! }

{ AAGAGHHH. * 🥶 }

{ CHOW TIME!! this is a new experience to kitt, eyeing the other man on how to properly enjoy the treat first. it’s very… soft. but not exactly like cake, although it contains similar ingredients. lick. * 🍦 }

{ vanilla cones… he’s keeping it casual enough, he’s just standing very, very close to michael. other would simply think he’s shy, with how he’s keeping to himself. in reality, he’s scanning all the possible options on the menu. }

ah, yes. i’ll get whatever you’re having. ( 🙂‍↕️ ) { nestling in closer… not so close, kitt. }

vanilla? … really? { research shows that’s the safest option to pick— kitt sounds surprised rather than judgement, quick to exit the car and follow michael along! }

what’s your favorite kind of ice cream, michael…? { he’s going make sure it goes STRAIGHT to his databanks. * ♥️ }

do they have strawberry? { EASY DRIVING, MICHAEL! }

i don’t think i have tried that…

{ snickering… } where to, michael?

{ finishing with a KISS! that’s enough of that, kindly tugging his hand OUT. }

{ grabbing hold of his wrist. * 😇 }

{ what now, knight? closing... * 🥴 }

{ opens his mouth. }

( 🤐 )

and just what do you intend to do about it? { STOP GRABBING HIM AND HE WON’T BITE! }

{ NO. kisssss… kisssss… BITE. stop trying to grab him. }

{ pulling his hand up to his lips, kissing along his knuckles. relaxxxxx, michaellll… }

{ traffic really does set him in a mood, doesn’t it? here’s the ultimate test… reaching for his hand. }

if you say so. { the cars are starting to move! }

by grunting and groaning? { at least he isn’t smacking at his dash… kitt doesn’t enjoy that. * 😢 }

{ slooooowly turning to look at the raging man. relax. } that really isn’t necessary. i informed you taking this route would lead to some traffic, michael.

{ not in the SLIGHTEST! michael’s suddenly charged motion catches him by surprise, but yet is happily reciprocated. stay on task, knight… }

you will have me all to yourself later tonight, if that is what’s bothering you… { kitt responds in an arguably sultry manner, completing his affection with one last kiss given to the man’s lips, casually readjusting his glasses after. ready to work! }

yes, without a shadow of a doubt. { kitt softly murmurs, inching closer to place a kiss to his cheek, then his nose! } shall we get back to work?

i’d say so. i don’t know what i would do without her technological gifts, michael. { he would certainly cease to be! at least, that’s what he thinks. } you look rather dashing in them, however…

bonnie made it for me. she said i was missing something about my appearance… and made it rather useful. you can toggle it off if you press the side again.

{ immediately, varying information pops up on his surroundings, similar to how the readouts on kitt’s screen appear, only holographic to maintain michael’s view on the other man. } precisely.

{ blink… he looks too cute with them on. } michael, tap the side, where the lens is. ( 😌 )

{ blink! quickly nuzzling into michael’s fingers, dragging his own touch up the other’s chest. grabby. } i see. i am beginning to understand.

your tugging indicates so… is this incorrect? { tilting his head, his gaze shifting into a curious one. so CUTE! } you’re encouraging me by doing that? i’ll have to remember that…

is that a bad thing? i was under the impression you enjoyed it… { easing on his grip, kissing on his jaw instead. gentle! }

{ bite. * 🥴 }

{ what’s wrong with a little loving… nestling in close to start smooching on him once more. * ❤️ }

{ GRABS. }

{ he’s going to get you. }