* * *
"Kiss him now," Reflector commanded.
Thundercracker was only too happy to oblige; he kissed Skywarp hard, the dark jet moaning into his mouth.
Water from the lagoon they stood in lapped at their thighs as they shifted. Late afternoon sunlight shone off the water and the jets, shadows from the obstructing willows flirting around their legs. The dell they occupied was surrounded on all sides by mountains. It was perfectly out of the way, even though Reflector insisting they do it on the ground made everything a little kinky.
Somehow, Thundercracker couldn't quite bring himself to care with his arms full of Skywarp.
* * *
Rumble was not used to being pounced on by a frenzied camera component or being dragged back to his lair for shaggings. Very different from what he usually got, since Reflector was very, very visual-dominant, and most cassettes leaned towards audial-dominant. Still, a lot of the tactile responses were the same, and a quiet partner could be just as rewarding as a screamer.
He purred and patted Reflector's shoulder. "Where's the rest of you, anyway?"
"Busy." Reflector smirked and cupped his cheek. "Like you're about to be."
"... What do you- Eep!"
* * *
Reflector sat quietly in the vents, watching Breakdown and Dead End 'polish' each other. There was certainly polish involved, at least, but somehow he didn't expect most people to take their positions as indicative of simple grooming. Still, the sight of Breakdown on top was... mmm, yes.
End