"That's a chassis."

The mech's voice softly calls out to you as his optics blinked. You subconsciously licked your lips while he continued talking, realizing you weren't even that focused on Drift's words— only his smooth, charming voice.

This feels nice, just you two alone without Cade or the other Autobots. The tension was so thick you both probably wouldn't notice if they were attacked by Decepticons, or something...

You were pulled out of your thoughts when he pointed at another part of his metal body. There was no "intimacy" happening here, but the act was just so... vulnerable.