Knockout and Breakdown enjoying each other's company.
Warnings/Tags/Kinks: Little bit of sexual stuff, but nothing explicit. Minor fluff.
Knockout groaned lowly into the berth sheets, the sweet vocalizations coming out as nothing more than muffled flutters. Breakdown, knowing just how to spin his cogs, ran the buffer up his hip plate once again while simultaneously stroking a servo down his spinal strut. "Breakdown," he vented shallowly. Nothing turned him on faster than his sparkmate pampering him, and the buffer had quickly become one of their most favored toys.
"Yes Knockout?" he asked knowing full well what his medic wanted.
Knockout didn't reply, but lifted his hips slightly instead inviting more attention to his lower frame. He was rewarded with blunt, skillful digits sliding into a pelvic seam as the buffer moved to smooth along his aft. His hips jerked involuntarily and another groan escaped him unbidden. "Breakdown. I love when you spoil me," he gasped, his faceplates turning to the side so he could stare up at his lover.
The ex-wrecker smiled at him knowingly and continued with his work as if it were the most important thing in the world, and honestly, it was.