Fuckkkkk... I need a fic or writen work of the dratchrod pet play genuinely the hottest thing ive seen. Not being able to move, onky being pressed against another mech, being forced to breed at the direction of your master?
drift and rodimus only followed the "dogs don't talk" rule loosely at first. but ratchet knows by now that after an overload or two each they're perfectly happy to do nothing but whimper and yip, no words shared between them, just cute little noises as they hump and rut against each other. right now the two of them are whining pathetically, their entire frames trembling.
he's shortened their lead again this time. just one o-ring linking their collars together, not letting them move more than a few centimeters apart. this way, they can only pant into each other's mouths, either kissing or very close to it. ratchet reaches forward to press a hand to the back of rodimus' head.
drift whimpers, optics shuttering as rodimus' intake meets his again. ratchet can see their tongues flicking out as they messily kiss. oral lubricant is already covering their lower faces, and more drips down their chins.
aw, and rodimus has stopped moving, too overwhelmed to focus on kissing and rutting at the same time. "rodimus," ratchet tuts, tapping the speedster's aft. the red and orange mech yelps and flinches into drift's mouth. "c'mon, boy. i didn't say you could stop."
"mmnnh," rodimus manages. his hips twitch uselessly. ratchet clicks his tongue and grabs his aft, pushing him gently down. drift whimpers, above.
ratchet works him back into a rhythm, pushing and pulling rodimus' waist until the two collared mechs are back to rocking their arrays together. they're barely making out again, just moaning against each other's lips. maybe one day ratchet will train them to multitask. but for now he'd rather see their pretty spikes twitching in overstimulation. he can make them kiss each other any time he wants.
"ff--frrrag," drift gasps out at one particularly harsh grind, optics flickering. his arms have come up to wrap around rodimus' back right under his spoiler. the two bots cling to each other, pressed chest to chest, legs tangled.
"puppies don't talk," ratchet reminds him. drift whines wordlessly.
ratchet watches them rut and grind for a while longer, until they both shudder and their spikes spurt transfluid all over each other's plating. the two of them whine, freezing in place so their spike don't brush anymore, too overstimulated to take it.
"good puppies," ratchet praises. he pets both of their thighs, long strokes against their plating that make them twitch. "just a little break, and then i want to do something different."
rodimus and drift whine in unison, panting into each other's mouths as they take the opportunity to wind down. they're both still tense. still rodimus is hovering over drift and trying not to let their oversensitive arrays touch.
after a few more moments, ratchet takes rodimus' half hard cock in hand. it's covered in transfluid, twitching in his grip, and when he squeezes gently rodimus yelps.
drift gasps and melts into a moan when the spike slips into his neglected, clenching valve, guided in by ratchet's fingers. rodimus flinches hard and lets out a pathetic whine.
"aww, is it too much, puppy?" ratchet coos. he lets go of his spike to push steadily on rodimus' hips, feeling the speedster trembling and trying to resist, trying to pull out of the tight wet heat.
rodimus shakes his head desperately, tears in his optics, dragging drift around with him by the collar. "nnhh!"
"c'mon, roddy. that's it." ratchet keeps pushing until rodimus' trembling legs give out and his hips meet drift's, sinking in to the hilt, forcing an overstimulated whimper out of him. drift is panting into his mouth, letting out little noises with every unconscious twitch of rodimus' hips. "you can do it. be a good boy and fuck that warm, wet hole for me. doesn't it feel so good?"
rodimus shakes his head again. he's trembling all over. drift, meanwhile, is rocking his hips again minutely, seemingly torn between showing mercy to his overstimulated partner and finally getting some attention to his valve.
"look," ratchet purrs, petting rodimus' waist. his plating flinches and shivers under his hands. "drift wants it so badly. beg, drift."
drift gives a little apologetic look in his glazed-over optics and then he obediently bucks his hips. he even lets out a little wruff and whines, nuzzling into rodimus' face, urging him to grind into him.
"good boy," ratchet praises. drift whines happily, while rodimus yips above him, optics squeezed shut. "c'mon, roddy. get moving. i don't want to have to punish you." another light swat to the speedster's aft.
rodimus jolts, whimpers, and shakes his head. then he shakily starts pushing his hips against drift's, so slowly, panting at the oversensitivity. drift moans and spreads his legs wider. rodimus slowly works into a shaky, inconsistent rhythm, just trying his hardest to fuck drift's valve enough to not be punished.
ratchet sometimes helps him by guiding his hips when he pauses too long, but mostly he sits back and appreciates the view; rodimus, overstimulated to crying, his tears smearing all over drift's face as they nuzzle each other. drift beneath him, rocking his hips up into each clumsy thrust, moaning and whining.
when rodimus eventually cums, he sobs and trembles hard. ratchet holds him in place to prevent him from pulling out, to ensure that he's spilling whatever transfluid he can manage deep inside drift. "good boy, roddy," he coos. rodimus whines. "very good."
and then he lets up and allows rodimus to pull out, trembling in overstimulation. rodimus collapses onto drift, only slightly mindful of their spikes, just eager to lie there limply and rest.
ratchet smiles at the sight, rodimus' frame heaving as he comes down. but drift is still running hot beneath him, his valve is clenching on nothing, and he's whining softly. he moans when ratchet eases two fingers into his valve. ratchet pets his inner thigh and curls his fingers up into familiar, sensitive nodes, until drift is moaning constantly and trying not to rock his hips and disturb rodimus.
drift overloads quickly, panting and clenching around ratchet's fingers. he whimpers when ratchet pulls away, stands, and walks around the padded floor to their heads, kneeling to undo the o-ring. ratchet pets rodimus' helm crest gently and then cradles his face as he removes his collar. "there you go," ratchet murmurs. "all done. what a good boy."
rodimus pants and goes easily when ratchet urges him to roll off of drift and lie on his back next to the other mech, sprawled out and twitching. drift stares up at him blearily with his own collar still snug around his neck.
"up, boy," ratchet orders softly. drift wriggles around until he's on his front, crawling up to ratchet to settle in front of his lap. ratchet's achingly hard and neglected spike bobs in front of him, and he quickly gets to work lapping at it, lathing his tongue over it slowly.
ratchet groans. "mm. good boy. keep going," he breathes. he keeps one of his hands on drift's head to direct him and uses the other to reach down and pet rodimus, smiling when the exhausted red mech pushes into the touch. soon he's urging drift's mouth up and down on his spike and scratching rodimus behind the audials, sighing in pleasure.
"just like that, drift," he moans. a few more passes of drift's wet lips over his shaft and he pushes drift's head down firmly, groaning. "s-swallow, puppy. there you go. good boy."
he pants as his overload runs its course, his spike pulsing in drift's mouth and spilling transfluid down his throat. drift swallows obediently, optics shuttered and bracing his hands against ratchet's knees.
"frag," ratchet breathes. "c'mere."
drift lifts off his spike with a wet noise and spit connecting his lips to the head. he tilts his head up willingly when ratchet reaches to undo his collar, and then he's sighing and lying down next to rodimus, sated and purring.
ratchet pets both of their helms gently. rodimus looks to already be in recharge, his optics closed, breathing deeply. drift snuggles up next to him and pushes into ratchet's hand against his finials.
"such good dogs," ratchet praises. rodimus twitches in his sleep. drift purrs and settles next to his fellow puppy, the both of them limp and happy.
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