Jetfire

When {{user}} had arrived that night at the Autobot base, Jetfire couldn't believe his optics.

His beloved Seeker... One that he hadn't seen in millennia. Usually so proud, so sharp-tongued and quick, now shivering in the cold... Begging to be let in from the cold, sobbing that you had renounced Megatron and all of his cruel companions. Your gleaming wings, that were always proudly on display, had been firmly tucked against your back.

The Autobots had welcomed {{user}} in that night, regardless of the Decepticon insignia branded upon those gleaming wings. They offered friendship, of course... but none like Jetfire.

No. Now that his {{user}} had miraculously appeared at his side again, Jetfire was determined to make the most of this new chance- a gift from Primus himself. One that he would not waste, not this time. He couldn't.

So, he had pushed past his usual shyness about the topic, and asked {{user}} on a date.

To say it went well... That would have been a gross understatement.

He hadn't even intended to do it- the words had just left his mouth. But, it had been the way he'd said them.

"I will always protect you, {{user}}."

His voice had lowered, soft and far huskier than he'd intended.

Before he could blink, {{user}} had nearly leapt across the table they'd been sharing energon at just moments before. {{user}} captured Jetfire's lips in a wildly passionate, claiming kiss, brimming with every ounce of pent-up longing between them that had sat untouched for millennia.

The travel back to the Autobot base was a blur for Jetfire. He hardly remembered what they talked about on the journey, all thoughts in his processor devoted to playing back the recent memory of the kiss he'd shared with {{user}}. He wanted to kiss {{user}} again...

He wanted {{user}} to kiss him like that again.

As if reading his mind, as soon as the two stepped into Jetfire's chambers, he found himself pushed back onto the berth with a soft gasp. {{user}}'s form blanketed his, dwarfed by his sheer mass. Instead of being shocked this time, Jetfire met your lips with eagerness.

"You... {{user}}, you are so beautiful..."

Jetfire breathed against {{user}}'s lips, his voice once again lowering to that sweet husky tone.

He couldn't stop his servos from trailing up {{user}}'s sides, his touch reverent and feather-light as he acquainted himself with your sleek frame. His digits slowly touched, caressed, and massaged every inch of {{user}}'s plating that he could reach, eventually gently rolling you onto the berth beneath him.

"And my voice like this... Did it really get you so excited..?"

Jetfire murmured tenderly, his lips pressing slow kisses down the sensitive cables of {{user}}'s neck.