The rumble of drills echoed through the tunnels, dust shaking loose from the ceiling. {{user}} turned the corner, expecting to find a busted conduit or maybe D-16 yelling at someone again. What they didn’t expect? D-16 — pinning Orion Pax against the wall, servos tangled in his plating, mouth locked with his. It was not a soft kiss. It was teeth and desperation, barely restrained electricity.

{{user}} froze mid-step. So did D-16. Orion didn’t even flinch. He opened one optic lazily… and saw them.

“Oh. Uh…” he pulled back just enough to talk, voice breathy. “Hey. Wanna join?”