On some level, Dualscar realizes that he's being too rough, but it's also been a very long, very stressful day, and dammit, he needs this, he needs this closeness and affection and all he really knows is hate and violence. He's learning, but it's still easier to return to what is familiar.

He makes a low, growling sound in the back of his throat and probes at Psiioniic's lips with his tongue, not even caring as slime drips out of his hair and onto his face.