Knock Out makes a strange sound then, something not quite a keening of his own, even as his engine ran hotter yet, until heat is radiating off his metal like a furnace. His white face plate is smeared with her wetness, shining in the cool overhead lighting of the hallway.

He bends back to task and his tongue slips back between her folds, but this time he doesn't stop at laving across the surface of it. Instead, impossibly agile and encountering no resistance with how ready she is, he pushes it inside of her.