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Rattrap crossed his arms behind his helm and sighed contently, optics flickering offline. His frame was still buzzing with excess heat, his fans quieting but still working to lower his internal temperature. He wasn't sure how long it would be before Dinobot inevitably got tired of his presence infecting his quarters and kicked him out. It hadn't happened yet so that was something he supposed. Pestering the lizard in the meantime could be fun; it usually was when he was in a good mood, or a bad mood. Less risky when he was in a good mood though. Maybe if he-
The berth groaned, Dinobot shifting beside him. Rattrap didn't open his optics but he was paying attention, curious about what was making Dinobot stirr instead of take his time to recover like usual. He felt Dinobot brush against him, a little startled by the contact and he flinched away where they accidentally touched, starting to open his optics.
"Wh-"
His spark lurhced in alarm as he was suddenly crushed between the berth and Dinobot, his question cut off with a gasp as air was squished from him. He grasped at Dinobot's back, startled and staring wide eyed at the lump of warrior atop him. Dinobot was laying front down, face resting in the gap between Rattrap's shoulder and neck, chest against his and effectively pinning him with his weight alone.
"Chopperface!"
He pat Dinobot's back mildly conserned, checking that he was in fact alive still and hadn't spontaneously passed out some how.
"I can't breath you fat fragging lizard!"
Dinobot growled lowly, turning his head and nuzzling his face against Rattrap's neck. Rattrap squeaked at the ticklish feeling of hot breath on his neck and struggled fruitlessly to get out from under him, balling his fist to pound at Dinobot's back a couple times as he snapped, "I SAID I can't breath!"
Dinobot huffed and touched Rattrap's shoulder, claws gently stroking down his arm.
"I don't care," He said, his voice a tired, quiet mutter.
Rattrap shivered at the unusual touch, spark racing madly and heat gathering in his face. Well Dinobot seemed fine, weird behavior excluded. Rattrap pounded at his back one more time for good measure despite knowing it wasn't working. If he couldn't retaliate phycially he always had his tongue.
"Whassa matter wit ya? Tryna suffocate me ta death eh?"
Dinobot continued to idly feel Rattrap's arm with his claws, slow and curious. He was being much more gentle than they usually phycially were.
Dinobot grunted in agreement.
"Really using yer words huh?" Rattrap said sarcastically.
Dinobot shifted against him, subconsciously growling as he started to fondle Rattrap's sides, claws tracing at seams between his plating. Rattrap suppressed a suprised moan, a pleasant tingle running up his spine. He gripped at Dinobot's back and squirmed slightly as he choked out, "Hey, handsy, what's the deal eh?"
He kept his voice as steady as he could manage though it still wobbled. He could feel Dinobot's chest rise and fall against him, a heavy breath of air tickling his neck again.
"I will leave you be in a moment. Quit complaining mouse."
Rattrap tried to move to get his limbs more comftble as he retorted, "You've got yer gross, perverted, scaley scissor-servos all over me, molestin' me n' trappin' me here against my will, course I'm gunna complain ya big brute."
Dinobot's weight shifted off him suddenly, pushing himself up as he drew his head back to look at Rattrap, their optics meeting. His optics turned to calculating slits, studying Rattrap. Rattrap arched at eyebrow at him questioningly, meanwhile taking the opportunity to resituate his position to get comftble.
"Tell me to get off, to stop," Dinobot demanded with a snarl. There was an air of challenge to it, almost like he meant it threateningly, but Rattrap been around the saurian enough to recognize that wasn't what he actually meant. As far as he could tell, Dinobot was trying to determine if he was seriously uncomftble with what he was doing. Rattrap wasn't uncomftble-- he liked it actually-- but he wasn't about to say that. The weight and pressure provided a comforting security, a weird feeling to be recieving from Dinobot of all bots, but not unwelcome. Primus knew how smug Dinobot would get if he told him. Well, that, and communicating directly wasn't either of their styles.
Rattrap glared back at him but phycially relaxed with Dinobot still propped over him, nonverbally inviting him back to cuddle by spreading his limbs and staying put.
"Don't tell me what ta do lizardbreath," He sneered.
Dinobot scoffed, glancing down for a second and picking up on his body language.
"I will do what I please vermin, including telling you what to do."
He lowered himself back down almost gingerly, slow enough that Rattrap had time to adjust himself accordingly this time. Dinobot nestled his face into the crook of his neck again, sighing quietly and not waiting even a minute to start touching him again. The touches were gentle and caressing, not the sort of hungry, arousing touches they sometimes shared. But somehow this felt even more more intimate than their causual interfacing. Rattrap released a breath he'd been holding, slowly resting his arms around the broad-shouldered warrior, starting to pet at his back absently.
"Big slaggin' baby," Rattrap mumbled fondly.
Dinobot nuzzled his nose against Rattrap's jaw as he growled back with hot breath, "Squeaky rat."
Rattrap chattered his teeth instinctively and tilted his face down to nuzzle him back. Dinobot's weight shifted as he pulled himself up and brought his face closer, warm lips brushing Rattrap's cheek in a loose kiss. Rattrap grasped blindly for Dinobot's helm with one servo, ending up cupping the back of his neck in an intimate hold. Dinobot's breath was steady and hot against his face now, his optics visibly a little dim. His large servos were holding Rattrap's sides respectively, palms against his and digits gently drawing circles and massaging at him. Rattrap bit his tongue but moaned softly, shuttering slightly and curling his digits to dig into Dinobot's armor. Dinobot's optics flickered on him in sudden focus. He brushed his lips against Rattrap's jaw as he growled quietly, "Good?"
"Hmm?" Rattrap mumbled back distracted by the soothing sensation.
"This is good?" Dinobot repeated, not bothered by repeating himself. Rattrap stroked at his back and said with a content sigh, "Yea, it's good."
"Good."
Dinobot nuzzled him and rumbled softly as he kissed at his jaw properly. Rattrap pulled him closer by his neck, optics offlining in bliss. He sighed happily.
Dinobot continued to rumble quietly, similar to the way a cat would purr. It was cute.
"Don't get too comfortable, this is not going to happen again," Dinobot warned suddenly, burying his face against his neck so it came out mildly muffled. Rattrap stroked the back of his helm with a small smile.
"Sounds good ta me," He replied in amusement.
It certainly wouldn't be the last time if he could help it. And he didn't think Dinobot really wanted it to be the last either.