*Heat does the same, stretching a little. Sure, it couldn't have been more than a day ago the last time he took it off, but it's still essentially wearing a box, and he feels much more comfortable not wearing it. He gives the other Heat a look, and knows it's much more than than the consent he himself would need to get going.*
[He smirks back in response, not wasting any time as he crawls on top of his double, hands braced against the wall behind his head as he kisses him roughly]
*He's well aware that he's taking the passive role here, but that doesn't mean he can't contribute a little roughness of his own, so there's a fine line between kissing back and fighting back here.*
[Heatie definitely doesn't mind the shared rough treatment, but he sort of slams the others shoulders against the wall. He straddles the other hims waist and doesn't waist any time reaching a hand down to grope him.]
*Heat lets out a pleased sigh, but he's not exactly a blushing uke, so he doesn't have any excuse to not return the favor. His hands heat up as he grabs his other self's ass and gives it a good squeeze, knowing that a little temperature play isn't going to melt anything being one of the definite advantages of doing it with another fiery bot.*
[Surprisingly enough he shivers at the others touch, though it's more in anticipation than being too cold. He cranks up the heat too, continuing to kiss the other deeply (and rather messily). The tiny little rooms starting to heat up with the heat-bots in there together, just as planned.]
*Hey, between the two of them and the enclosed space, they might crank it up to 12,000. One of his hands slides across Heat's hip to the front; if his mouth weren't so occupied, he'd have to smile at how familiar the other Heat's equipment is. Anyone else would probably be a little weirded out by the fact that their clone exists at all, but judging by their current situation? Not really something to worry about.*
[Maybe even 24,000. Then the whole house is fucked with having two suns going at it. He pauses to give a brief moan, a hand threading through the others hair as he does the same. Definitely not complaining about having a partner who can get just as crazy as him. Even if it's himself.]
*How the closet will manage to contain it, no one knows. Or really cares. Maybe it was made just for them. He bites his lower lip, breath hissing out as his naturally half-lidded eyes close a little bit further. His expression almost looks pleasured instead of smug for a brief moment before he goes back in for another kiss.*
[He didn't mind in the slightest, kissing back to the best of their shared ability. The rooms about as hot as a dessert now and just getting hotter, though the two sweaty robots were probably used to it. He starts to tug at the others suit, unzipping it at the back and pushing it down his shoulders and arms quickly, all the while not breaking their kiss.]
*He wriggles out of the confining fabric as helpfully as he can, moving his hands up onto Heat's shoulders to keep them out of the way as the other Heat takes care of the rest.*
[He attempts to unzip himself, but due to his stubbly arms, that ultimately fails completely. He presses his clothed chest against Heat's own, guiding one of his hands to his back as he sucks on his neck, sort of giving him a subtle hint on what he wants him to do.]
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*There, unzipped. Quickly. He's even pulling the arms and shoulders down for him too.*
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