Crying again---he couldn't help himself, it seemed. It was just this strange, helpless reaction to things Skyfire said and did. --This was so different from the kisses they'd shared before, human mouths more physically sensitive and giving, feeling without the background hum of data. With nothing at all to distract from the sensation. Starscream, ever the hedonist, felt that despite the limitations of a human body, he could get used to the way they kissed.
"Skyfire," he murmured, and was momentarily shocked by how terribly helpless it sounded; the great Starscream was never helpless. Except, apparently, where Skyfire was involved. Had he always been so needy? --He supposed it didn't matter, and slid his arms around the other man, fingers curling curiously in the still-wet, curly hair. If this was the form that had been chosen for Skyfire, well then.. it was a form he would grow to love. It wasn't as if it was a chore; as long as Skyfire's Spark and personality were present, Starscream could love a rock.
Another kiss was brushed across Skyfire's mouth, and then another, growing bolder now that Starscream was certain they were welcome. It had been so long. --A cough from behind the desk reminded him that they weren't alone, and with a restraint that Starscream hadn't often shown in the last billion years, he pulled back enough for propriety. While he himself didn't mind continuing (he'd lost all inhibition since joining the Decepticon army---often the source of Megatron's twisted entertainment, there was little now that could give him pause), he knew that it would no doubt distress Skyfire if he discovered that such things were frowned upon in human society. So for the moment, he didn't mind leashing his desires.
"Romantic relationships between males of the species are somewhat taboo," he explained after a moment, a bit grudgingly---personally, he rather thought it was stupid. But then, he supposed it made sense for a species that reproduced sexually.