in close.

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Starscream purrs in satisfaction as his face is touched with those lovely claws, and he pushed down the hives he feels fester from a ground-mech’s touch. Isnt he just generous. “Hiding yourself away, never letting anyone see you…” is his cheeky response, one hand bracing on Tarns chest to lean

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The flier is quieted as he pulls himself onto a sitting motion on Tarns thighs, suddenly glad the other was such a sturdy mech. The talon on his chin makes the seeker look up, his own optics meeting the organic-hued gleam of Tarn’s. “You certainly could’ve fooled me…”

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“Nobodies asking the others—it’s just us here.” And, possibly, Tarns gaggle. But Starscream isnt complaining. “Besides—kisses can be given with or without receiving lips. Did you want to kiss me?”

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The seekers lip quirks, a fang flashing in amusement. “I couldn’t care less—I won’t split hairs over something as fickle as a mask.” Starscreams other clawed hand runs down Tarns chest, fingertips reverent over his golden badge. “I think its rather patriotic,” he adds quietly.

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