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or was that the other way around?
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It had been a toch, a small guesture of comfort.
It had been meant to reassure, to steady him...
it had turned into so much more.
Lying on their berth now, unable to recharge longer than half a joor once more, he contemplated rousing his lover, slowly tracing idle lines on the black chassis. Ironhide had come to him, had come to reassure him once more and he found himself slowly growing addicted to his form of reassurance. He didn't come to him as often as he would have liked it, but when he came, once he was with him, he made all the waiting and yearning worth it.
"You're online again." the gruff voice of his special arms officer rose from the slowly onlining mech and he ducked his cranial unit in apology to the light reprimand. He knew Ironhide preferred it if he found some rest, yet he simply couldn't stop touching him now that it was allowed, now that e knew his officer wanted his touch. Pulling the other mech closer, he slowly eased his own chassis on top of him, caressing warming plates lightly and kissing instantly responsive dermaplates after ignoring the playful groan about him being the most insatiable Prime ever constructed.
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(Optimus/Ironhide/Touch)