Her symphony of gasps and moans spurr him on, until his motor is a high and heady throb behind his chest plates, and he's matching every one of her writhing motions with another, counterpoint.

But it's her spoken pleas which have the most obvious impact, and there's no disguising the hungry need it causes. Which is why he brings her to the cusp... and stops. Leaving her breathless and panting and precarious.

"Again," he says fervently, barely above a whisper; his vocalizer is edged with static. "Please, Rogue, I want you to— one more time."