Gonna Get Me Some Dinolovin

[slaggin_preds]

[[ Continued from here ]]Rattrap squeals as Dinobot's opticlasers blast through the door, his optics going wide. Moments later, the door goes flying and Dinobot's barreling into the house, all growls and toothy grins. It kicks Rattrap's fans to life and he cycles air heavily through his vents, anticipation flooding his circuits with energy. His

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[slaggin_preds]

Rattrap squirms around in Dinobot's grip as he carries him upstairs. It's not enough to make him drop him, but it certainly makes things difficult for the warrior. His claws prick at the rat's side, making him him whimper and whine, his tail lashing through the air.

He bounces as he hits the bed, Dinobot's hand holding him down moments later. His optics gleam with mischief and he grabs the warrior's arm, nipping and nibbling at his claws while his other hand was digging around for toys. Optics widened as the cuffs came out, and he squirmed even more.

"I couldn't wait, wanned you so much," he simpered, gasping as he's flipped over and wrestled into submission. of course he couldn't make it easy on the big lizard, the fight was half the fun, and he squealed and squeaked as his arms were mechhandled and secured behind his back. "Hehn..."

He shuddered as Dinobot growled his threats, a low moan rumbling in his vocalizer. Oh Primus, his claws felt so good on his aft, especially when they scraped around the base of his tail, he pushed his hips back into that, but then Dinobot was talking at him. He should probably listen to what he was actually saying and just not the tone of his voice.

"Pffft." Rattrap snorts and looks over his shoulder, flashing a slag-eating grin. "Oh please, Lizardlips. You knew what'chu was gettin' inta da first time ya fragged me. I'mma flightly like mech, 'n Daddy, I been bad."

With a smarmy grin, he shifts so that his aft is held high in the air, tail draped over his back, out of the way, just daring Dinobot to smack him.

[slaggingsaurian]

"Of that, I have no doubt." The raptor's claws catch Rattrap's tail near the base and drag their way slowly up it, teasing him, drawing out the wait. He does like this tail. Going to be hard to resist playing with it every chance he gets. "There's been no one to take you in hand properly, has there? A tragic shame."

He enjoys this game, honestly. Rattrap taught him how to play. Dinobot had never even heard of spanking until the spy enlightened him - on that, and on a host of other kinks. At first it seemed strange and silly to him, and still does if he thinks about it, but it makes the rat happy and, Dinobot must admit, makes him squirm in a very satisfying way. That's enough for him not to care about anything else.

When his hand reaches the end of the tail, stretching it high above Rattrap's back, he toys with the tip for a few seconds before letting it slip from his fingers. As it falls back, arching over the spy's back, he takes aim and slams his open hand down sharply on that exposed aft. Rattrap's startled "Ohh!" is accompanied by a bucking motion as his hips leap upward into the strike. Dinobot smirks, his systems revving at the response.

"Don't worry, you impish rodent. I have no intention of neglecting you."

[slaggin_preds]

As a young mech, he'd aquired a reputation for having a deathwish; he took dares most bots would've turned down in a nanosecond, went places no one would've dared, picked lovers who could've killed him without a care. It drove Rhinox crazy, the way he chased danger and spat in the eye of authority, but it never stopped him. Not even when he came home with smashed limbs and missing optics. He liked it. He was curious by nature, and to him, it was all about discovering his own limits.

Here, in Dinobot's arms, there was a garunteed sort of safety he'd never had on the streets. He could push and push, but it never went beyond his control. Even now, when he was bound and helpless, all he had to do was say the word, and it would come screeching to a halt.

So for once, he could sit back and simply enjoy all the things he was feeling. It was so easy to let himself go, to get lost in the fantasy, and just forget how fragged up he really was.

"Ohhh, Daddy," he whimpers as Dinobot's claws run along his tail, a shudder passing through his frame. His back arches and his knees brace against the bed, pushing his hips up farther. The end of his tail curls, wrapping around the warrior's wrist, slipping and sliding over the scales of his arms. The stimulation of the sensitive tip makes him gasp, a low moan pouring from his parted lips.

Then Dinobot's hand comes crashing down on his aft and he bucks up into the strike, letting out a startled squeal.

"Daddy!" he yelps, throwing a pleading look over his shoulder. "Please, again!"

[slaggingsaurian]

Dinobot thankfully doesn't understand the significance, just as he doesn't understand a lot of things the rat says. They grew up in different worlds. He has figured out that Rattrap wants an authority figure right now, though, because that's part of the game. So that's what he'll give him.

"Again? You must have been very bad indeed." He lifts his hand for another strike. Half a second or so it hovers, then falls sharply onto the warm metal again. Rattrap's body quivers with the impact and he lets out a needy whine. "Tell me, how bad? How much will I need to punish you, my dear pest?" Dinobot delivers another stinging smack, and another, sending thrills of electricity through his prey's sensornet and causing heat to build in his own core. Mm, yes.