Drabble!
Primus, he’d been waiting a long time for this…
His captive shifted, squirming between his legs, testing the cables holding him down. Blackout’s optics glowed with obscene pleasure. He was straddling the other mech, so every twitch, every struggle scraped up the insides of his legs, sending delicious vibrations through his armor
“Keep squirming,” he said with amusement, laughing as the other suddenly stopped moving. “You know that’s not going to help.” He’d been wanting this for so long, he wasn’t going to let up now. “Don’t worry, pet, I’m going to make sure you learn to like this…” he finished in a malevolent hiss.
One massive hand rested gently on the seam in the chest plate. His other hand trailed up a wing, brushing across the ever-sensitive wing-flaps, stroking-
A strangled curse made him laugh. “Don’t like that? Or is the problem that you do?” Fingertips teased their way under the lip of chest armor, ever so slowly forcing it apart. His fingers made their way into delicate circuitry, rubbing and stroking. “Come on, don’t be afraid to tell me how much you’re enjoying this.”
“Go smelt your- Aaah!” Blackout’s fingers closed around the fuel pump and squeezed just a bit too hard for comfort. He could feel the fuel moving under his hand, could feel his captive’s fear in the unsteadiness of the rhythm. Slowly, he forced his hand fully into the other’s circuitry, reveling in the pained mewl and shudder arching his captive’s body.
The other shivered helplessly as massive fingers found the warm metal of the spark casing. Blackout slowly rubbed his thumb across the surface, applying just enough pressure, sending unwanted and humiliating waves of pleasure through the captive mech’s frame.
Blackout leaned forward, the pressure on the spark casing slowly increasing. He looked directly into the other’s optics, smiling at the hate and fear he found there.
“Now, I think we should discuss this ‘plan’ of yours, Starscream…”
His captive shifted, squirming between his legs, testing the cables holding him down. Blackout’s optics glowed with obscene pleasure. He was straddling the other mech, so every twitch, every struggle scraped up the insides of his legs, sending delicious vibrations through his armor
“Keep squirming,” he said with amusement, laughing as the other suddenly stopped moving. “You know that’s not going to help.” He’d been wanting this for so long, he wasn’t going to let up now. “Don’t worry, pet, I’m going to make sure you learn to like this…” he finished in a malevolent hiss.
One massive hand rested gently on the seam in the chest plate. His other hand trailed up a wing, brushing across the ever-sensitive wing-flaps, stroking-
A strangled curse made him laugh. “Don’t like that? Or is the problem that you do?” Fingertips teased their way under the lip of chest armor, ever so slowly forcing it apart. His fingers made their way into delicate circuitry, rubbing and stroking. “Come on, don’t be afraid to tell me how much you’re enjoying this.”
“Go smelt your- Aaah!” Blackout’s fingers closed around the fuel pump and squeezed just a bit too hard for comfort. He could feel the fuel moving under his hand, could feel his captive’s fear in the unsteadiness of the rhythm. Slowly, he forced his hand fully into the other’s circuitry, reveling in the pained mewl and shudder arching his captive’s body.
The other shivered helplessly as massive fingers found the warm metal of the spark casing. Blackout slowly rubbed his thumb across the surface, applying just enough pressure, sending unwanted and humiliating waves of pleasure through the captive mech’s frame.
Blackout leaned forward, the pressure on the spark casing slowly increasing. He looked directly into the other’s optics, smiling at the hate and fear he found there.
“Now, I think we should discuss this ‘plan’ of yours, Starscream…”