IDW: Our Little Secret
Title: Our Little Secret
'Verse: IDW
Rating: R
Characters: Perceptor, Springer, Kup
Pairings: Springer/Perceptor
Warnings: Use of sex toys, sticky
Summary: Perceptor is busy. Springer is bored. This is a bad combination.
Word Count: 199
Notes: Written for riot on tumblr. Set during Perceptor's time as a Wrecker.
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Perceptor opened the private comm. as he re-calibrated navigation algorithms.
his commanding officer answered, sounding entirely too pleased.
Perceptor froze. he begged.
With that, the vibrator kicked on. Perceptor squeezed his legs together tightly and bit his lips, hoping the hum of the motor wasn’t audible. He stared down at his readouts, hand discreetly over his mouth, hips jerking ever so slightly in his seat. The struggle to not cry out with the hard pulses of pleasure was torture.
Gears ground in his joints as it swept through him. He was grateful to be already seated as his knees went weak. A tiny whine escaped his vocalizer.
“You alright, Perce?” Kup called over.
Perceptor forced a straight face and replied, “Yes, just a gear out of alignment. I’m fine.” Venting heavily, he looked back to his calculations, letting the protoform-deep trembling ease by itself.
Springer purred.
'Verse: IDW
Rating: R
Characters: Perceptor, Springer, Kup
Pairings: Springer/Perceptor
Warnings: Use of sex toys, sticky
Summary: Perceptor is busy. Springer is bored. This is a bad combination.
Word Count: 199
Notes: Written for riot on tumblr. Set during Perceptor's time as a Wrecker.
< ... > indicates comm. links.
Perceptor opened the private comm. as he re-calibrated navigation algorithms.
his commanding officer answered, sounding entirely too pleased.
Perceptor froze.
With that, the vibrator kicked on. Perceptor squeezed his legs together tightly and bit his lips, hoping the hum of the motor wasn’t audible. He stared down at his readouts, hand discreetly over his mouth, hips jerking ever so slightly in his seat. The struggle to not cry out with the hard pulses of pleasure was torture.
Gears ground in his joints as it swept through him. He was grateful to be already seated as his knees went weak. A tiny whine escaped his vocalizer.
“You alright, Perce?” Kup called over.
Perceptor forced a straight face and replied, “Yes, just a gear out of alignment. I’m fine.” Venting heavily, he looked back to his calculations, letting the protoform-deep trembling ease by itself.
Springer purred.