Cliffjumper's not really bothering with the visual anymore; the way he's up against Optimus he doesn't really need to, either. Cliffjumper scraped his hand along the shoulder from the tyre he'd been kneading, soft little static gasps as Optimus ground them together, his sentizised plating flushing with heat, charge rushing right below it along his circuits.
"Uh-hmm?" The sort of utterance came as Cliffjumper trailed his hand up Optimus' neck, fingers gently closing about the other audial antennae just as Optimus scraped down his horns.
Cliffjumper stiffened, the hand that he had around one antennae closing, jerking once in a sort of half-measured stroke, and since his helm had fallen back, he couldn't really do much to the antenna he'd been lavishing attention on...
Though his other hand was clutched at Optimus' helm, and as warnings slid up into impending overload, Cliffjumper slid that hand to the side, giving the tip of the audial a squeeze just as all the charge drew back, up and crashed down and the minibot just clung as best as he could to the larger mech.
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"Uh-hmm?" The sort of utterance came as Cliffjumper trailed his hand up Optimus' neck, fingers gently closing about the other audial antennae just as Optimus scraped down his horns.
Cliffjumper stiffened, the hand that he had around one antennae closing, jerking once in a sort of half-measured stroke, and since his helm had fallen back, he couldn't really do much to the antenna he'd been lavishing attention on...
Though his other hand was clutched at Optimus' helm, and as warnings slid up into impending overload, Cliffjumper slid that hand to the side, giving the tip of the audial a squeeze just as all the charge drew back, up and crashed down and the minibot just clung as best as he could to the larger mech.