"It does mean a great deal to me to even hear you suggest it-"

Optics dimming, Optimus groaned sharply, frame shivering as he pressed into the contact. The contact sent his entire sensor net on fire, making him arch involuntarily as it shot down his spinal struts. Static echoing in his audials, he dug fingertips into Cliffjumper's hip joints, stroking down into circuits.

"Nnnh, oh yes, very nice..." With a low hum, his fans kicked on, trying to vent the sudden surge of heat building deep in his frame.