Rung blinked in surprise when he was pushed back against the wall. He hadn’t expected any attention from Megatron but there they were with the bigger mech’s hand resting on his shoulder, leaning down to block him from sight. Reaching up, he cradled the warrior’s cheek, encouraging him to slip closer. He pushed himself up on the tips of his pedes, lips moving in a quiet plea. “Kiss me?”
He wasn’t sure what came over him, but for once he wasn’t inclined to resist. Megatron leaned into the gentle servo, lid falling half-shut. With a smile on his scarred lips, the warlord bent the rest of the way to meet Rung’s.
Whatever this was, it was something he was going to hold onto for as long as he could.
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