I LOVE THE HUMAN VERSE
Scorponok groaned, digging his nails into Inferno's chest. They were naked in the back of the tour bus, tangled together like a pair of cats in heat. Megatron sat sprawled out on a seat not a few feet away, his dark eyes burning as he watched Inferno rut up against the former technician. Strong, caramel-colored hands dragged down his back, and Scorponok's legs splayed out, the creamy expanse of his rear jiggling slightly as it was smacked.
There was no real reason for their frantic pawing, other than the fact that they were bored and it was expected of them anyway. After all, what else was there for two rock stars to do between shows but drink and screw? And if Megatron wanted to watch Inferno bend Scorponok over a flimsy card table and fuck him until his legs gave out, then so much better.
Scoroponok always looked so eager when he straddled the ant's hips, anyway. His gray eyes were dark with lust, exertion painting a pretty pink blush across his cheeks, and his kiss-bruised lips were open wide, gasping for air every time Inferno bucked his hips. Whenever he hit that sweet spot just right, the tech's eyes would snap shut and he'd throw his back into an arch, making his swollen dick slap against his hip. It made a funny sound, so Inferno laughed as he grapped Scorponok's hips and thrust into him again, grinning as his name was forced out of the other man's mouth. He thought it was so amusing that his partner tried so hard to be so quiet and composed at all times, even when they were humping.
He never held back; he grunted and groaned happily the whole time, slowly picking up the speed and force of his ministrations. Hands slapped his ass, grabbed and tugged roughly on his cock, and raked down white skin, leaving angry red lines in their wake.
There was no real reason for their frantic pawing, other than the fact that they were bored and it was expected of them anyway. After all, what else was there for two rock stars to do between shows but drink and screw? And if Megatron wanted to watch Inferno bend Scorponok over a flimsy card table and fuck him until his legs gave out, then so much better.
Scoroponok always looked so eager when he straddled the ant's hips, anyway. His gray eyes were dark with lust, exertion painting a pretty pink blush across his cheeks, and his kiss-bruised lips were open wide, gasping for air every time Inferno bucked his hips. Whenever he hit that sweet spot just right, the tech's eyes would snap shut and he'd throw his back into an arch, making his swollen dick slap against his hip. It made a funny sound, so Inferno laughed as he grapped Scorponok's hips and thrust into him again, grinning as his name was forced out of the other man's mouth. He thought it was so amusing that his partner tried so hard to be so quiet and composed at all times, even when they were humping.
He never held back; he grunted and groaned happily the whole time, slowly picking up the speed and force of his ministrations. Hands slapped his ass, grabbed and tugged roughly on his cock, and raked down white skin, leaving angry red lines in their wake.