There he stood, the soul desire and lust of his spark; Chase. He was a magnificent بلوبیری color, the scent of freshness following with him as he walked with those small yet wide pearly white hips of his swaying side to side. It was annoyingly hard not to stare, and absolutely irresistible not to do the one thing Heatwave had in mind...

Squeeze.
"Gah!" Chase yelped, jolting straight up in a mad blush. Feeling what could only be a servo lingering on the bottom curve of his aft, cupping him firmly with a few curls of his digits in pressure.

"What's the matter?" Heatwave asked, rubbing small...