He really wanted to do something too, this all felt super one sided and fuck all if Soundwave knew what he was supposed to do here. Don't grab wings, right? Well... what if he just sort of... reached up and ran those skinny, pointed fingers over them?

There was a muffled whimper as he felt denta along the tentacle, the appendage pressing against his mouth insistently.

The panel was hot, lubricant seeping just a touch from the sides, and he bucked his hips into him sharply.