Sticky Response pt2
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Stories that were started here continue here.
FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
Soundwave’s vents whirred loudly, though it was the only thing that betrayed his need. He never sped up and he kept his hands firmly on Jazz’s legs, holding him pinned against the wall as the Bot writhed and shuddered.
“P-please,” Jazz gasped, not even sure what he was begging for.
Soundwave’s visor flashed and a low growl broke from his vocals. He pressed him harder against the wall, bending his legs at an almost uncomfortable angle before he let loose, speeding up his thrusts to a jack rabbit pace. Jazz screamed as he overloaded, his body tensing as his valve clamped down on the mechs thick cord. Soundwave groaned, but kept thrusting into the intense heat before he followed, spilling coolant deep into his valve. Jazz cried out at the temperature change, aftershocks of pleasure rushing through his frame before he leaned back against the wall, panting.
Soundwave panted, leaning his helm against Jazz’s shoulder before slowly pulling out. Jazz bit his lip to stop a gasp at the loss and felt something wet drip from his valve. He shuddered and closed his optics, feeling a deep disgust settle in his tanks. The blue mech slowly let go of his legs, setting him carefully back on the ground. Jazz’s legs shook a bit, but he did his best to hide it, discreetly putting his hand on the wall behind him to steady him. The wetness started to slide down his thigh and he grit his dentals, trying to ignore the fact that his mind was still wide open no matter how much he tried to block it out again. Whatever Soundwave had done in his processor, it had left his defenses completely shot.
Soundwave reached out and stroked his cheek with a gentle hand but Jazz jerked his head away. Soundwave sighed quietly. “Resistance, futile. You are mine,” he said quietly and grabbed Jazz’s chin again, running his thumb over the other mech’s lips. “Your new home is here. Suggestion, get comfortable,” he said and let his hand drop. He headed towards the door and pressed the button on his tape deck. “Ravage, eject,” he said and the cybercat jumped from the compartment and twined around his creator’s legs. “Objective, watch guest.”
Ravage turned his red optics onto Jazz and they narrowed slightly. Soundwave walked out of the room, leaving Jazz and his feline creation alone. Jazz ran a shaking hand over his helm, forcing his nerves to settle. A complete mental and physical assault was more than enough to shake him up a little bit but his processor was buzzing, trying to come up with a plan. Already Soundwave had made a mistake; he hadn’t locked him back up in the brig.
Ravage laid down in front of the door, lithe body tense as he watched Jazz’s every move. Jazz titled his head as he looked at him before grabbing a cleaning cloth from his subspace and wiping himself off. He slid his interface cover back into place before looking at Ravage with a smirk and tossing the cleaning cloth at him.
When Soundwave returned to his quarters a few hours later, he found Ravage whimpering and helplessly tangled in the wires that dangled from the ruined ceiling and Jazz gone.
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