His frame had a hard time deciding between squirming because of the teeth on his throat cables, or arching into the touch of hands down his frame. Hands large enough they covered large parts of his frame merely by being laid there, and Cliffjumper let out a moan - which he nonetheless did his best to squash - that was mostly white noise.
Optimus words had the minibot turn his helm back, a flicker of playful opposition coming back; it wasn't really over yet.
"Yeah, well think fa--nh." Hard to finish what he was saying when there suddenly was a mouth against his own. While he didn't have that much more experience than from the first time he and OPtimus had been in a situation similar to this, and he was still rather anxious, Cliffjumper did have the tendecy to just bullrush things.
Which meant the tongue flicking out got almost reflexively caught between his teeth, since his mouth was already open, and gently tugged on... and then quickly let go, muffled noise of embrassment at having done it easily heard.
But he wasn't finished. He'd been intending to say something, after all.
::... Nnh. Rrr. Better think fast, 'cause I can still get outta here.:: He wasn't... exactly, serious. Not in the way of breaking it off, just... teasingly defiant. And with that, Cliffjumper raised one hand and closed it about one of Optimus' audial fins, and stroked down.
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Date: 2012-04-22 08:43 pm (UTC)Optimus words had the minibot turn his helm back, a flicker of playful opposition coming back; it wasn't really over yet.
"Yeah, well think fa--nh." Hard to finish what he was saying when there suddenly was a mouth against his own. While he didn't have that much more experience than from the first time he and OPtimus had been in a situation similar to this, and he was still rather anxious, Cliffjumper did have the tendecy to just bullrush things.
Which meant the tongue flicking out got almost reflexively caught between his teeth, since his mouth was already open, and gently tugged on... and then quickly let go, muffled noise of embrassment at having done it easily heard.
But he wasn't finished. He'd been intending to say something, after all.
::... Nnh. Rrr. Better think fast, 'cause I can still get outta here.:: He wasn't... exactly, serious. Not in the way of breaking it off, just... teasingly defiant. And with that, Cliffjumper raised one hand and closed it about one of Optimus' audial fins, and stroked down.