"Bein'---Ah!" Cliffjumper yelped, arching up into the hand partly stuck into the bared chest cavity because while he had no idea what he wanted to do - stop that firm, strangely tingling physical pressure or get more of it - either way every little twitch just brought more.
The bared circuitry visibly sparked, little crackles of whitish-blue charge that connected to Optimus' hand and the tongues if spark-charge that flickered out around the hand as Cliffjumper writhed as much from the stroking of now-over sentisized metal, as from the hand in his spark's corona.
Distantly, if he'd known this was how simply manually touching his spark would feel Cliffjumper thought that maybe he would have done something similar earlier, but on the other hand--- His optics flared as his spark did when the Prime flexed his fingers, one hand digging into the nearest bit of plating that belong to Optimus that he could reach, the other...
Cliffjumper wasn't really aware of it at this point, but somewhere he'd apparently decided that more was better if only because maybe he'd stop feeling so very strange. His other hand trailed, unseen by the minibot more or less curled up in Optimus embrace, up to his own helm to squeeze one sensory horn... Which led to Cliffjumper arching with another cry into the hand in his spark.
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The bared circuitry visibly sparked, little crackles of whitish-blue charge that connected to Optimus' hand and the tongues if spark-charge that flickered out around the hand as Cliffjumper writhed as much from the stroking of now-over sentisized metal, as from the hand in his spark's corona.
Distantly, if he'd known this was how simply manually touching his spark would feel Cliffjumper thought that maybe he would have done something similar earlier, but on the other hand--- His optics flared as his spark did when the Prime flexed his fingers, one hand digging into the nearest bit of plating that belong to Optimus that he could reach, the other...
Cliffjumper wasn't really aware of it at this point, but somewhere he'd apparently decided that more was better if only because maybe he'd stop feeling so very strange. His other hand trailed, unseen by the minibot more or less curled up in Optimus embrace, up to his own helm to squeeze one sensory horn... Which led to Cliffjumper arching with another cry into the hand in his spark.