He tried, he really did; just hanging on when someone (in this case Optimus, but he hadn't done much with others anyway) was doing their best to drive his charge through the roof? Didn't really sit well with him, even if - especially when his horns were touched - it was hard when--- When...
The rev was more of a pleasant counterpoint to the sensations focused around the plates covering his spark chamber, and he nearly automatically matched the rev was well as he could. It wouldn't do more than send a faint vibration along the surface of Optimus' armour thanks to the differences in their engines and armour both, but that didn't mean it was useless to reciprocate.
The fingers curling about his horns, static charge already flickering about them to ease up on the charge being collected elsewhere, had Cliffjumper give a startled moan, optics flickering in reaction from the light pressure put on the horns. The tingling lightning from Optimus' tongueing the gap in the armour and the pleasure as well as the itching charge from the touch on his horns overrode the last bit of stubborn resistance and with a smooth whirling slide-away and a click, sparklight spilled between the two of them.
"... Er---" Almost immediately, one gray hand left the shoulder it had been digging into the seams of to - inadequate as it was - shield the pulsing ball of blue-white energy partly from view, Cliffjumper's vocalizer fuzzing into static.
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Date: 2012-05-26 12:23 pm (UTC)The rev was more of a pleasant counterpoint to the sensations focused around the plates covering his spark chamber, and he nearly automatically matched the rev was well as he could. It wouldn't do more than send a faint vibration along the surface of Optimus' armour thanks to the differences in their engines and armour both, but that didn't mean it was useless to reciprocate.
The fingers curling about his horns, static charge already flickering about them to ease up on the charge being collected elsewhere, had Cliffjumper give a startled moan, optics flickering in reaction from the light pressure put on the horns. The tingling lightning from Optimus' tongueing the gap in the armour and the pleasure as well as the itching charge from the touch on his horns overrode the last bit of stubborn resistance and with a smooth whirling slide-away and a click, sparklight spilled between the two of them.
"... Er---" Almost immediately, one gray hand left the shoulder it had been digging into the seams of to - inadequate as it was - shield the pulsing ball of blue-white energy partly from view, Cliffjumper's vocalizer fuzzing into static.