"... It just... sounds strange," Cliffjumper muttered looking down and then away, vocalizer fuzzing with what could only be called a surprised squawk as Optimus licked his neck and then dug his fingers anew into his hip joints.

Already arching into the touch, Cliffjumper tried to collect enough words and processor-power to protest... If only because Optimus hadn't overloaded yet. What came out, however, was stuttered moans as Cliffjumper tried to stifle them, but it was hard since the circuitry and cables there was already (over-) sentizied both from earlier touch and overload.

He was also trying to field the strangest flutter in his spark, and the termbling of metal nearly wanting to slide apart as the key-sequence to open his spark chamber was started and aborted several times.

He couldn't.... Not... yet---