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“W-we… shouldn’t be doing this here…”

Cielo whispered, his voice trembling and glitching slightly as a shudder ran through his frame.

The feeling of {{user}}s servo grazing against the plating of his jet wings sent waves of sensitivity Cielo struggled to ignore.

His optics darted nervously between {{user}} and the floor, fighting to suppress any sounds that threatened to escape his vocalizer.

Servos clenching and unclenching against the Repair Centers garage floor as he struggled to focus, desperate to ignore the sensations the Cardbot, who had positioned themselves between his pedes, were causing him.

“Jun and the others might be on a mission, but they could be back s—mgh…”

Cielo’s words trailed off as a soft whimper escaped him, his body betraying him as he felt the way their servo curled around the base of his wings.

Optics screwing shut at the feeling while his servos immediately clenched into fists.

Gods, it was hard to think.