And it was indeed the first, as compared to the more or less tentative or involved caressed he and Bumblebee had shared, they'd never done more than... "merely"... and very briefly, bare their sparks for each other, or alone.
And even alone, Cliffjumper hadn't exactly managed to make himself touch the pulsing, swirling ball of energy and light.
"Yeah well... I still think you're... uh---" With Optimus staring like that, Cliffjumper couldn't actually gather enough processing power to string together a whole sentence; it kept being redirected for other things.
Like noting the solid weight of Optimus resting his chin on top of his chestplates, and the warm weight and pressure of the mech's frame above and around him, enveloping merely because of the difference.
Or the fingers stroking the cables in his wrist, causing little charges of energy and current to rush down circuitry, or, the largest, most important thing... the fingers stuck just into his spark corona---
Cliffjumper's gasp was half-strangled as his vents' air-intake glitched griefly when Optimus wriggled his fingers, that half-physical sensation creating strange eddies and feedback that made Cliffjumper squirm, arch and then freeze again, but even that didn't help because there was no adjusting to this.
A fine, gentle shiver flickered down his field as his cooling fans kicked to life again and his spark briefly flared, little crackling tongues of energy reaching out--- Which just had Cliffjumper nearly writhing again.
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And even alone, Cliffjumper hadn't exactly managed to make himself touch the pulsing, swirling ball of energy and light.
"Yeah well... I still think you're... uh---" With Optimus staring like that, Cliffjumper couldn't actually gather enough processing power to string together a whole sentence; it kept being redirected for other things.
Like noting the solid weight of Optimus resting his chin on top of his chestplates, and the warm weight and pressure of the mech's frame above and around him, enveloping merely because of the difference.
Or the fingers stroking the cables in his wrist, causing little charges of energy and current to rush down circuitry, or, the largest, most important thing... the fingers stuck just into his spark corona---
Cliffjumper's gasp was half-strangled as his vents' air-intake glitched griefly when Optimus wriggled his fingers, that half-physical sensation creating strange eddies and feedback that made Cliffjumper squirm, arch and then freeze again, but even that didn't help because there was no adjusting to this.
A fine, gentle shiver flickered down his field as his cooling fans kicked to life again and his spark briefly flared, little crackling tongues of energy reaching out--- Which just had Cliffjumper nearly writhing again.