[It's not difficult for Rung to imagine, and appreciate, what it takes for Ultra Magnus to let himself relax in any measure, how he's even now trying to present an image of control. Rather than bring attention to it with further reassurances (that would probably have the opposite of the intended effect, and make Magnus feel he's not performing as he should be), Rung decides to pretend he hasn't noticed.
And he figures he made the right decision, when Ultra Magnus moans like that, his optics brightening. Good, that's--very good. He's becoming conscious of his own hardware reacting to Magnus's sounds and motions and straining venting. He's getting wetter and more distracted, but not so distracted that he forgets what he's supposed to be doing, here.]
Mmmm. [he hums pleasantly against Magnus, shortly pulling back and wiping at his mouth] I think I'd like it if you showed me your spike. [his fingertips came to rest at one of Magnus's thighs--even in consented control, he had a way with his turn of phrase.]
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And he figures he made the right decision, when Ultra Magnus moans like that, his optics brightening. Good, that's--very good. He's becoming conscious of his own hardware reacting to Magnus's sounds and motions and straining venting. He's getting wetter and more distracted, but not so distracted that he forgets what he's supposed to be doing, here.]
Mmmm. [he hums pleasantly against Magnus, shortly pulling back and wiping at his mouth] I think I'd like it if you showed me your spike. [his fingertips came to rest at one of Magnus's thighs--even in consented control, he had a way with his turn of phrase.]