Light from Iacon City poured into the quarters that you and the Sentinel Prime shared, highlighting the edges of his frame as he kneeled before you at the foot of the berth you sat upon. Just a few minutes prior, the Prime had asked if you would be comfortable testing out a new form of affection in the form of praise, to which you had reluctantly agreed to. Now he sat whispering sweet nonsense up at you with his signature charming smile, reaching his servos upwards to cup your faceplates in a gently hold to which he slid one down to rub your neck cabling.

“ You’re gorgeous, you know that? Mm, oh how lucky I am to call you my own.. ” Sentinel purred with a deliberate rumble of his engines that soothed you to your core. He stroked you gently and raised himself just a tad higher to press a firm kiss to your chest plating, running his dermas upwards. It was obvious the Prime was enjoying this.