Surely A Strong Warrior, Such As Yourself, Can Weather This Virus. Right?
Surely a strong warrior, such as yourself, can weather this virus. Right?
"I am WORKING on it."
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Aft play
Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda |Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | HOLY SHIT GIVE IT TO ME NOW
Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
"...What even is that?"
...Why is it so hot in here?
"Sky Claw. What is the temperature in the ship?"
"The current temperature is 12.04 degrees local measurement."
That is not hot.
And just like that, his desire takes over.
Dreadwing's mouth falls on that valve, burying his face between Ghostspire's thighs. He may not be extraordinarily exciting in terms of kink, but he knows how to use his mouth, and the Seeker employs all of his experience on his current partner. But that is what he does. Dreadwing refuses to let someone out of his bed unsatisfied.
And so he explores every inch of Ghost's valve that he can reach, plain gray glossa laving all over his insides and touching every node he can find.
As long as he got fragged in a way that made him forget, for just a bit, he would be happy.
Ghost lets himself be picked up, and set down onto the berth. A little surprised at his gentleness (he wasn't used to some of his partners listening). He purred and tilted his helm back, enjoying the kisses down his frame.
His valve was pretty, all black with a dark blue undertone, golden stripes racing down the edges and those glittering white biolights flashing and pulsing. And he moaned at the lick, thighs twitching and shuttering.
"Yes."
Dreadwing is entirely about consent. There are SO MANY things he will try if all parties are consenting. This also means that consent can be taken away at any given time for any reason or no reason at all.
"I want to see if I can get you to overload just by touching your wings. I know some of them are sensitive, certain areas and especially around the hinges. I want to see how sensitive they are. And after, if I can I'll frag you and see how many times I can get you to overload with a vibrator on your node, spike in you and still touching your wings."
Dreadwing pauses. He opens his mouth. He shuts his mouth.
Buffering...
Buffering...
Please stand by.
praising / being praised
Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
Praise also has its place! He doesn't get off on it, per se, but being told one is doing their job well is always nice, isn't it?
A soft whuff leaves his rib vents as Ghost gets to work. He did spot that flash of fang, and bares his own despite his distraction. "Careful of the teeth," warns Dreadwing, though his tone suggests playfulness rather than a serious worry that the mech might bite him.
It doesn't take much. Ghostspire will be able to feel the spike in his mouth firm up completely within moments. The Seeker can't help but squirm.
"Yeah, I can help with that." The mech grins, sharp fangs on display before he take his spike in one servo. Claws gently curl around it, transforming back and thumbing over his tip before forked glossa slowly licked. Two tips curling up and around before carefully starting to take him into his intake.
Claws on his other servo transformed back, slowly starting to rub his node and purring softly.
