Curate, connect, and discover
Dreadwing thrums and watches him, going willingly where Ghost wants him. He settles back and squirms to get comfortable, spreading thick thighs around the dark mech's frame. Not much into being coy, he opens both of his panels, giving Ghostspire a choice between valve and spike. Both are similarly colored in blue, yellow, and silver with red biolights.
"I remain a bit less than fully pressurized. Might you help with that?"
He sighed softly, arching happily into the mechs touch. Panel slid back easily, white biolights and white node flashing a moment before dimming. Loud purr low in his chassis, stretching out more and sighing softly.
"If your offering, i'd love a taste." He purred, shifting to run sharp claws over the parts of his frame he could reach. Plating cool to the touch, small holes in the metal making the plating textured.
"Wanna see how talented?"