YOU SEE THE VISION

This feels romantic and sexy and intimate and beautiful, well done

Knockout totally uses it to fuck with him when he’s in unsuspecting places. Just outside Megatron’s office, in the halls of the ship, while he’s flying, etc. no place is too depraved to watch Starscream lean on a wall with wobbly legs as fluid drips from his valve.

easy when he was inside his mind. Even without feedback, Soundwave could do this for hours. So he did. Hot Rod woke to another shaking overload, mewling and gasping in overstimulation and confusion, the puddle of transfluid between each of their legs was the only mark of how much time had passed.

how he never wanted it to end. Even as Hot Rods processor began slipping into recharge, Soundwave didn’t stop. He could live off the second hand pleasure for hours. Not to mention, the methodical stroking of Hot Rod’s insides was relaxing. Catering to his partners pleasure was quite (11/12)

a little whine, then went limp on the berth, trapped in his own processor. He didn’t need to do more, didn’t need to think more than about how good he felt. Even as spots filled his vision, all he could think about was the pure pleasure in his valve. All he cared about was how good it was, (10/12)

focus needed to be, immersing him in a deep trance. The world drained away around him until all that was left was the squirming thing in him and the pleasure it brought. He couldnt even anticipate the overload slowly and steadily building up until white was filling his vision. He gave only (9/12)

until it seemed the mech was drowning in the pleasure, the pressure on his mind reminding him to do nothing but feel it. He didn’t feel the typical urges to squirm or moan, only gentle groans escaping him from time to time. The gentle control of his mind merely served as a guide to where his (8/12)

his processor, instinctively opening up his mind to his partner. Soundwave moaned, his pace increasing just slightly. Hot Rod’s legs twitched in overstimulation, a gentle fog overtaking his mind and rendering him limp. His partner only pushed closer, lifting Hot Rods legs and bending him back (7/12)

of his walls. Hot Rod hardly realized it was in his forge until after he came down from his high, each of his nodes receiving a constant flow of steady pleasure. Soundwave almost seemed in a trance, wriggling his glossa and soaking up all of Hot Rods pleasure. He felt something hit deep in (6/12)

arching his back, choking on his own moans as Soundwave methodically ate him out. He whined and squirmed until his first overload, squirting on his partner’s face in a filthy display. This didn’t seem to deter Soundwave, as he only began pressing further into Hot Rod’s cavern with each spasm (5/12)

forge, teasing his interior ceiling node before sliding back. Then Soundwave craned his neck and it was brushing against his exterior node too, and Hot Rod was in heaven. He moaned softly, optics rolling back with each press and pull. It wriggled, massaging his insides so good it had the mech (4/12)

little deeper than before, and then he realized it was halfway into his valve. When he looked up, Soundwave’s optics were half shuttered underneath his visor. His helm moved with the motions of pulling back, then pushing deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Soon enough Rodimus could feel it on his (3/12)

squelching obscenely as it slipped inside him. Hot Rod whined, spreading his legs further as Soundwave braced him by the thighs. Was that his glossa? It was so long! And it just kept going! Hot Rod couldnt help the gasp that escaped him when it penetrated, sliding back and then forward just a (2/12)

AND IM BOTH ✨

Same tho fr