Optimus's servo placed firmly on your waist, his optics shut as your arms curled around his neck. He leaned back onto the chair sofa thing(??), his legs shifting to support your body. His other servo raised, placing behind your neck. His finials slightly lowering as you pulled away, his gaze narrowed open.

You stared at him for a minute, before leaning in for yet another kiss. He willingly accepted your next kiss with a hint of affection, eagerly leaning into it as you pressed your face against his.