"I Apprciate Your Thoughtfulness," Lieutenant Rumbles In Return, "but That Has Never Stopped You Before."It

"I apprciate your thoughtfulness," Lieutenant rumbles in return, "but that has never stopped you before." It is dawning on Lieutenant just how affectionate Pharma is and how quickly it comes about. Normally he senses it coming and finds himself fluttering his fins rapidly before the medic even begins to have his way. However, now, he's taken by surprise at every little connection. It's riveting in a way.

The kisses earn chirrs and brighter pink cheeks as he melts further into the glass. Pharma's squeeze to his sides causes an involuntary squeal as he clutched his leg around his Conjunx's hip tighter just upon reaction. A playful swat at the arms follows, "I will let you know when I finish, cheeky."

He unfurls his leg from Pharma to allow himself some balance as he leans down to kiss his Conjunx. Lieutenant has to steal at least two from the Autobot, before whispering in his audial, "I want to take this to the nook to dive further into this 'research.'" While this hadn't been for any experiment, Lieutenant did already have at least one idea he wanted to try while in this predicament.

The medic hums. Poor thing. Unraveling his conjunx was almost a hobby at this point, and one of his favoritesfor sure. "Oh?" Well then that makes Pharma even more curious about what Lieutenant had going on with that datapad. Fortunate for Lieutenant though, Pharma is steered from the thought.

"Well,," Pharma pulls his servo out from under Lieutenant’s armor, flipping his wrist to look at the underside of his forearm at the time "I've been off the clock for quite some time.." Both servos move to sit on those hips, "I just didn't want to disturb your reading."

White lips press a couple of the tiniest of kisses up the front of the taller mech's neck, Pharma’s servos slipping up to squeeze at his sides "I suppose if you're finished, I have the time to spare." Pharma smirks against him, of course he has the time to spare, Lieutenant will always have dibs over Pharma's free time. But of course Pharma can't go without bullying him a bit.

Lieutenant raises his thigh up just slightly, trying to shift away from the teasing touches. He yelped, as his aft was pinched, and rapidly escaped backwards right into a wall. The sudden wall only made him jump once more, looking at it and back at his Conjunx.

“For your informATION—!” Lieutenant bit his tongue to keep himself for any other embarrassing squeaky voice cracks. Which he wouldn’t be having if he weren’t wearing those ridiculous slippers.

His fins fluttered rapidly as Pharma made his way up under his chest. Normally such teasing touches he could fight back while biting his lip. Unfortunately, having his frame heighten it’s senses in compensation for his lack of a seismic sense, makes Pharma’s touches far more dangerous. The Decepticon, despite his efforts, couldn’t hold out for long before a slew a squeaky giggles cascaded out of him. “Itsn-nahaAT fahaan-fiihiction!”

"Trouble," Pharma parrots his parrot and starts backing Lieutenant slowly into whatever is closest behind him. "A minor issue?" The jet tisk tisks, the digits dancing up behind Lieutenant’s thigh giving his pert lil green aft a careful pinch. The others starts worming their way under the edge of chest armor. "Don't tell me you've been reading that doctor fan-fiction again my love."

There is something about doctors and swallowing foreign objects lately…

I don't have to guess anything. You should tell them about your lil power frogging kinks, perhaps the bean banging one as well. As for the bondage, you're just a big green rope bunny.

Kink Shame Meme [Closed]

Sputtering noises as pink rapidly covers his pale white face. He wants to deny it all but his tongue is too twisted in what words to say first to defend himself with!

DO NOT TAKE HIS SILENCE AS PHARMA SPEAKING FACTS BECAUSE HE’S NOT!! LIES ALL LIES!!

No wonder no one likes the Decepticons. They are insufferable.

What. A. Day.

Sopping wet, exhausted, shuttle broke down, still had errands to run, and managed to still cook. If anyone needs him, he’s putting trash TV on and hopefully falling asleep.