Dropkick, despite the way he made his living, was not usually blessed with an opportunity like this one. "pure plate play" was all they had asked for. He regard the navy blue mech laying before him, blindfolded (dropkick had chuckled at how kinky the blue mech thought this was, but didn't judge), with a hungry look. Much more attractive than the war-torn battle ready mechs looking for a quick frag before getting back to splitting skulls.

"Ready?" Dropkick purred, dipping his digits in Maliwrap as the other mech hummed.

"Ready when you are, sunshine" The mech had an accent Dropkick couldn't quite place, but made the mech's speech almost song-like. The mech's engine revved in a way that Dropkick could only assume was impatience, or perhaps eagerness? It didn't matter to Dropkick, shannix was shannix and this mech had paid a load of it for something so simple.

Dropkick hovered over the navy blue mech and revved back at him, loudly. He could see the mech's plates start to heat up, fans already kicking in. Smirking, dropkick started rubbing, very gently, the edge of the mech's chest plating, to start.

"What's your name?" He asked the other, as they squirmed under his touches.

"St-Steelfrost" the mech gasped out, wriggling and trying to move into the touches. His reactions gave Dropkick the impression that this was Steelfrost's first rodeo, but he was always open to being proven wrong.

With knowing touches, Dropkick traced every edge he could find, sometimes carefully, sometimes not, but always keeping his audials focused for any signs he should stop. Thankfully the only thing he heard were the gasps, mewls, and deep groans of Steelfrost. The mech's engine roared under him, in a show of delight. Dropkick smirked and pressed his mouth to the other's audial.

"You like that?" His husky whisper was met with a frantic nod, and Steelfrost turning and stealing a kiss. Dropkick chuckled. "You're real cute, and frag," He leaned to peek at where Steelfrost's valve plating had opened, leaking everywhere. "Too bad you didn't want me to show you what else I can do." Steelfrost pushed Dropkick's hands lower, wordlessly urging him to play with his exposed valve plating.

When Dropkick gave him the lightest touch possible, admiring the hum the plating made, he thought Steelfrost was going to short out. "..'m close" Steelfrost finally gasped out. "P-Please don't stop."

Dropkick didn't think he could ever get tired of that accent. He continued to play with the edges of Steelfrost's valve, engine rumbling as the mech seemed to get closer and closer to overload. Steelfrost's spike unshealthed itself and he franctically started pumping his hand over it, biting his lower lip plating with a stifled moan.

Dropkick kept up his touches until Steelfrost stiffened, and with a heavy shudder and a loud moan, Steelfrost shorted out, fluid gushing from his valve Dropkick pulled away and started peeling off the meliwrap, pleased with himself. It was a very quick but very intense overload