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“Drift” you whined, nails digging into the seams between his plating. His mouth was busy decorating your neck with bruising kisses and gentle bites. His servo squeezed your thigh, testing how your muscle felt in his palm and grazed upwards. Your core throbbed and pulsed with heat, Drift was so close to where you needed him and then he moved his servo away.

You groaned for what felt like umpteenth time as he denied your satisfaction yet again.

“I take back what I said earlier, you can come inside me now.”

Drift lifted his head from where he was assaulting your poor neck with kisses.

“You said not to even if you begged.”

His gaze and tone almost seem apologetic but there’s a glint in his optics telling you otherwise.