The Pause Is Brief As Bright Scarlet Stares Into Intense Caribbean Blue. The Lowering Of The Helm Isn't

His calipers are always tight, thanks to disuse.

Surely a strong warrior, such as yourself, can weather this virus. Right?

"I am WORKING on it."

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.

Tell my muse in vivid detail how you would fuck them.

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.

Dreadwing smiles and steals another kiss, making sure to roll his hips forward in order to put pressure on Ghostspire's panel.

"Good," he thrums and reluctantly straightens up. "To berth, then?"

He arched eagerly into his touch, sighing happily with a chitter. Servos stroking down his arm before stretching out under him with a low purr.

"You don't have to be rough, dearspark, a drilling is just fine." Shifting his legs to spread them nice and wide for him.

Dreadwing very much likes knowing when a partner is enjoying his touch, and sound is a relatively reliable source of information. But not on it's own. The body has tells as well, with how it moves, and Ghost isn't being secretive. The gripping of sheets, the feeling of strong heavy legs around his frame... claws at his helm.

The Seeker pulls back to give the hunter's node a kiss, only to bite the top of one of his thighs -- enough to pinch, but not enough to draw blood.

"Lovely view," he murmurs, licking the spot his teeth scraped.

His helm fell back and he moaned, low and long as thighs twitch and legs curled around the seeker. Arching and pressing more onto his glossa, claws twisting into the sheets and shivering. It had been awhile since anyone had bothered (or since he let anyone) to pay close attention to his valve.

His valve quickly became slick under Dreadwings glossa, clenching eagerly around him and shivering. He felt good, finding nodes that didn't get touched often. One servo reached up and grabbed the Seekers helm, lightly clawing the back of it as he shuddered and moaned.

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

Primus, he wants to get laid.

dubious consent

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

"No. My partners have to know they want it, and so do I."

//the more i answer these the more i realize that dreads just isn't into the popular kinks dhfjdshkfkldskfd