Transformers - Hold And Release
Completely at Ratchet's mercy; blindfolded, unable to move, free for the older mech to maneuver him however he desired.
Ratchet had suggested they do this someday and Drift was eager to comply. Not that this was their first time doing this but something felt a bit different than during other times.
The white mech was on his knees in the middle of the room, feeling exposed and ridden off everything he could hide behind. The full-body harness made sure he couldn't move, though he still missed the gag and the collar. He heard Ratchet leaving him, the sound of his footsteps clearer and stronger now that he was blindfolded.
"It's a funny thing how the other senses become sharper when one is taken away", the medic mused while rummaging through a box at the far side of the room, "Let's take you for an example; you can't see but still you can turn your head to the exact direction to determine my location."
And Ratchet was right. Drift could hear what was happening around him better than with h
Transformers - Balance
"May I come in?" Drift called from the med bay door as he knocked on it with his knuckles.
"Hi, Drift. Yeah, sure", Ambulon said, though didn't lift his gaze from the data pad he was reading. His duty shift had ended half an hour ago but he wanted to check and re-check everything was all right before giving First Aid the responsibility of the med bay for the night shift.
The white mech walked behind the still sitting junior medic to wrap his arms around his neck, nuzzling the stiff neck cables, planting a chaste kiss.
"Maybe I should give you a neck and shoulder massage tonight", he mused with a small smile on his lips.
"That sounds nice", Ambulon admitted and leant against Drift, lowering the pad onto the table. He rubbed his hands over his face, groaning at the ache behind his optics.
The other medic was already there, arranging some scattered data pads back to their place on the shelf. "You can go, Ambulon. I got the med bay under control. You already have a whole working day's wort
Transformers - Thug
It wasn't that Wing was kind to him or anything. Nor that he was... attractive and had that... beautiful smile on his face all the time. And it certainly wasn’t that the white mech had said he honestly enjoyed spending time with him.
Whirl just couldn't get it. No one enjoyed his company. Everyone tried to stay as far away from him as possible and keep the interaction with him as minimum as possible.
Everyone did that. And it made him... sad.
Though, Wing was an exception. He really seemed to like being with Whirl and seemed to be truly interested what the copter had to say... Though, all Whirl talked about was guns and killing and things like that - not anything that would really be on the list of interests of a mech's like Wing. So, the jet was at least suspicious to Whirl.
Was Wing playing with him?
"Whirl? Are you in here?" the knight's soft voice echoed from the door to Whirl's hab suite. The door was cracked open so Wing knocked on the door before entering.
"Yeah", was the