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Perceptor happily melts into Wheeljack's kiss, having been missing exactly this for many weeks now. With the counselor's help, he'd been slowly exploring his relationship with Ratchet, although long talks and rather forcably platonic snuggling with a mech were no substitute for being able to simply hold and be held by one's mate.
The counselor had been helping him with that, too.
Perceptor cups Wheeljack's face between his hands, eagerly deepening the kiss, reveling in the feel of his mate in his arms. He doesn't particularly care where Ratchet takes them, so long as there's no audience and they aren't being battered around like a slip of paper in a whirlwind. He doubts he'd even notice, so absorbed is he in having Wheeljack once again back in his arms.
Perceptor happily melts into Wheeljack's kiss, having been missing exactly this for many weeks now. With the counselor's help, he'd been slowly exploring his relationship with Ratchet, although long talks and rather forcably platonic snuggling with a mech were no substitute for being able to simply hold and be held by one's mate.
The counselor had been helping him with that, too.
Perceptor cups Wheeljack's face between his hands, eagerly deepening the kiss, reveling in the feel of his mate in his arms. He doesn't particularly care where Ratchet takes them, so long as there's no audience and they aren't being battered around like a slip of paper in a whirlwind. He doubts he'd even notice, so absorbed is he in having Wheeljack once again back in his arms.