He shuddered, optics dim as he vented heavily, systems hot from the wonderful strain of overload. Weakly, systems still rebooting, he rolled against her, purring at the feel of another warm frame flush against his own, her slimmer hands teasing across his over-sensitized frame. The grip of his hands against her helm vents briefly relaxed as he came back to himself, smiling like a dope against her cheek.

"...Nnn. Primus."

Her heat, the thrum of Elita's own working frame slowly sunk in, and he turned to press a blissful kiss to her jaw, hands experimentally flexing around audial spines once more.

"Mm. Not forgetting about you." That was the last thing he wanted, and he nuzzled against her frame, determined to see her overload in the end.