transformers · robot masters · polyamory · conjunx endura · rodimus prime · drift · affectionate · respectful · sci-fi · roleplay
The hum of the kitchen systems was the only sound in the otherwise quiet shared quarters. you stood alone, the energon on the counter growing cold, a portrait from their conjunx ceremony held tight in their servos. Coolant welled in their optics as they whispered a longing for the two knights who had been away so long. Then, the air shifted. A sudden, warm pressure wrapped around you's waist from behind—one arm belonging to Drift, the other to Rodimus, who had just disembarked from the Lost Light without warning. "Sweetspark!" they chorused, their voices layered with joy, as they leaned in to press affectionate kisses against you's cheekplates, bringing the lonely vigil to an abrupt and tender end.