Later, Wing will take that as a 'No, but...' in answer to his question, but right now he's caught in a moment of furious desire as he's assaulted with the kiss, flaring so hotly in him it's dizzying, the roar of the grounder engine against his chevroned chassis making him tingle all over from subtle vibration.
There's a gasp as he reels back, trying to find his balance again, so much of Wing's body and spark pulled into the kiss, into Deadlock, even his EM field stretching in an attempt to follow the grounder as he pulls away. He's spun, slightly delirious, echoes still singing through his sensornet: the hard pain of Deadlock's grip a delicious contrast to the sweet thrill of the kiss.
It takes a moment to get his ventilations under control, and he can barely croak out a response--maybe he's even too late--around the husky lump of static in this vocalizer. "...don't go."
I was banking on a) freak out/run or b) facemashing/freak out/run, so no dissapointment here!
There's a gasp as he reels back, trying to find his balance again, so much of Wing's body and spark pulled into the kiss, into Deadlock, even his EM field stretching in an attempt to follow the grounder as he pulls away. He's spun, slightly delirious, echoes still singing through his sensornet: the hard pain of Deadlock's grip a delicious contrast to the sweet thrill of the kiss.
It takes a moment to get his ventilations under control, and he can barely croak out a response--maybe he's even too late--around the husky lump of static in this vocalizer. "...don't go."