"Oh Cliffjumper," Optimus purred in open appreciation, pulling lips away from parted armor to stare down at the brilliant spark below him.

Disentangling fingers from his frame with a final, teasing tweak to a horn, he reached for Cliffjumper's hand shielding the light, gently seeking to pull it away.

"Don't. You look beautiful." He kissed the back of the minibot's hand, optics bright with reflected light. He slid his free hand across the planes of the retracted armor of Cliffjumper's chest, keeping away from delving inside just yet.