Oh how perfect he was .

The way his delicate plating shifted every time he moved , metal clinking together while his pede tips would scrape gracefully against the ground .

You knew the Commander was doing this on purpose simply to arouse you and make his way into your processor . Wrapping his slimy claws around how you'd function .

You stood behind Starscream holding a datapad as he hummed lowly to himself . Waiting . Watching .