::I wouldn't mind cleaning your back.:: He teased, breaking the kiss only so he could press lips and teeth against the side of her helm, eagerly making his way toward her helm spines.

::But these...lines of code clearly need to be executed first.:: Splaying his hands across her ventral plates, Optimus slowly dipped his thumbs down between her thighs, far more tentative than his bold and teasing words. They had managed mutual overloads before, after all, but this...

What he was 'thinking' involved a bit more, as should be obvious as he slid his servos over her interface paneling, watching her expression through the sides of his optics all the while.