He could use a blowjob.
Dreadwing thrums and watches him, going willingly where Ghost wants him. He settles back and squirms to get comfortable, spreading thick thighs around the dark mech's frame. Not much into being coy, he opens both of his panels, giving Ghostspire a choice between valve and spike. Both are similarly colored in blue, yellow, and silver with red biolights.
"I remain a bit less than fully pressurized. Might you help with that?"
He sighed softly, arching happily into the mechs touch. Panel slid back easily, white biolights and white node flashing a moment before dimming. Loud purr low in his chassis, stretching out more and sighing softly.
"If your offering, i'd love a taste." He purred, shifting to run sharp claws over the parts of his frame he could reach. Plating cool to the touch, small holes in the metal making the plating textured.
"Wanna see how talented?"
Is there anyone you've met that you want to frag? If so, how would you frag them? Or would you want them to frag you?
He sighs softly.
"There are ... a few. Rung. Arcee. Airazor. Ghostspire."
A soft sound.
"How that would happen is for us to decide."
Dreadwing can't help the soft, heady moan that leaves his lips the moment her mouth touches him. He'd be lying if he was not a bit overly excited, having been eagerly anticipating this. Air Razor is oh-so talented, too...
Fluid bubbles up and dribbles down from his tip, sliding down the ridged length of his shaft as she works.
He groans, helm dropping back. "Ah... please..."
" Why I'd be absolutely thrilled if you did love. Now~" She nibbles him, starting to follow the path of her servo with her mouth. Sinking to her knees as she nips, kissed and teases at the seams of his armor.
Nuzzling over his hip with little bites," Open up dearspark. I very much want a piece of you." Optics glimmering with desire.
Mm fuck you hm? Well a bit crude. But I can take a little rough. I'd love to tie you down for a bit. Stretch out that great big frame of yours. Spread out my wings to block out the light. So it is only us- Drag my talons over your chest. Tease and test every little seam I could find. Press kisses over your face. Down your throat. Leaving bites against the cables there. Then down your chest to follow my servos. Perhaps I could leave some pretty lines in your paint? That way others will know you are marked. I want to watch you strain for my touch. I want to hear your voice rumble with want. And I want to slowly, carefully, take my time fitting that lovely spike of yours into myself. You did say you'd let me perch on you as a throne hm`? Then a nice slow ride. Watching the expressions you'd make.
Dreadwing.exe has stopped working. Would you like to:
[wait for the program to respond]
[force stop now without saving]
He wants that. Very very much. Even if he's not sure about the being tied up part.
"Use my name!"
The shout is sudden, and laden with emotion.
"My name is not chief, it is not tiger, it is not champ."
They are close, now. Dreadwing leans down.
"Say my name, Wheeljack. Please."
There's a long, long pause. Then, Dreadwing turns to regard the Wrecker.
Thirty-three feet and more than fifteen tons of Seeker suddenly, slowly, advance on Wheeljack.
"I mince my words for no one. Least of all the likes of you."
@ghostlyvisage
A low, happy purr from the flightless seeker as armor flairs out and rattles quietly. "If your willing to give it.. a taste of your spike and a nice, hard frag..." Returning the nip as claws trace along his frame. "Think you'll be able to indulge me?"
One big bear paw of a hand lifts and gently, very gently runs over Ghost's back, playing lightly with seams.
"If that is what you want, I can give it. "
Cybertronian sex toys must go crazy
False spikes that expand every time a bot overloads making it impossible for them to clench around it properly and leaving them absolutely gaping by the end
Fake panels designed to vibrate and stop keeping the wearer constantly edged through out the day
Magnets that connect to each node inside a valve, stimulating them individually and in different ways and rhythms
Ballbearings that have been magnetised in different ways so they’re constantly shifting inside a valve
A matching set of a false spike and valve that can be connected to specific bot spike or valve so partners can interface not matter the distance
Vibrators that are made specifically for a bots spike sheath that keep the spike from extending as well as keeping unbearably it stimulated