He couldn't muffle the ragged cry that was pulled out of him with the squeeze, even as he watched Cliffjumper writhe with his own pleasure through half-lit optics.

The sight and sounds of Cliffjumper's overload was all he needed to appease his own coding; he tensed, fingers scraping along the berth as he allowed his own overload to crest through his frame. He clutched at the smaller mech, hand at his helm curling against metal erratically, panting as his circuits lit with heat and lightning, pooling in his spark.

Then he went limp under the smaller mech, more relaxed and content than he can remember in a long, long while.