truck freak

maybe ratchet really tortures him... he keeps the head of his tdick fully exposed and brings up a vibrator. rodimus whimpers in eager fear when it clicks on and buzzes just inches away from his throbbing node. when ratchet presses it against the head of his clit, he practically screams. he devolves into begging and wailing as he thrashes under whatever's restraining him, whether it's unyielding rope and clamps or ratchet's heavy frame wrestling him down. he cums so fast it's embarrassing and he cries when ratchet keeps the vibrator there. his valve squirts helplessly, forced into it by the overstimulating sensation against his clit.

Such a cute, lovesick little beg for a kiss, right? (`･ω･´)

ratchet ends up using a bit of an odd solution. drift has been a really good boy, so he gets to feast on a wide array of treats (alongside his actual fuel and coolant). he starts by calling rodimus over to him... rodimus goes easily, seemingly eager for treats too. staring up at ratchet with puppy-dog optics and ratchet just rolls his eyes and gives him a rust stick too. then he pins rodimus to the floor, crouching next to him. rodimus yelps, flailing a little, before going limp when ratchet pets his belly. "be a good boy and stay still," ratchet says sternly. rodimus nods, wide-eyed and a little confused.

then ratchet calls for drift, holding out a handful of goodies. drift comes trotting over and kneels obediently, but then of course he starts ravenously devouring the treats. ratchet shivers at drift's tongue lapping between his digits, licking up all the residue. then drift sits curiously, staring at his owner and his fellow puppy, still pinned belly-up on the padded floor.

"spread your legs and open your panel, roddy," ratchet orders. rodimus obeys readily. "stay, drift."

then he reaches for drift's favorite thick, sweet treat fuel, ignores drift's eager lean forward, and pours it slowly over rodimus' bared valve. rodimus yelps again and flinches at the lukewarm liquid over his array, squirming slightly until ratchet gives him a light swat with his free hand. drift stares down at rodimus' valve, now glistening with sweet liquid... when ratchet finally says, "go on, drift," he dives forward.

at first he's just as ravenous and frantic as he usually is. rodimus yips and cries out as drift laps at his valve eagerly, keeping his legs spread wide. "don't buck your hips, roddy," ratchet says, holding him firmly, and rodimus trembles with the effort of just staying still while drift practically devours him.

and then drift seems to slow down. his optics are bright and hungry, but he slowly goes from desperate lapping to slow, thorough licks. finally savoring his treat alongside rodimus' valve, licking up his lubricant as it begins to leak from his entrance. rodimus whines when drift sucks the fuel off of his node.

"good boy," ratchet praises. "go slow. there you go." drift preens, but he's not long distracted from his treat. burying his face in rodimus valve and groaning into his folds, lathing his tongue over every inch of that valve until rodimus is completely clean of fuel.

drift sits back on his haunches, licking his lips. rodimus whines at the lack of stimulation, but he obediently doesn't move. both of their optics brighten when ratchet pours another bit of fuel over rodimus' array.

drift spends a looong time enjoying his treats. savoring every single drop and slowly lapping at rodimus' valve, obediently sitting back when he's done so ratchet can give him his next portion. he's not trembling with hunger and eagerness like he usually is; he's calm and almost dazed, his face completely soaked with delicious fuel and rodimus' slick. he looks drunk. when ratchet gently pushes a rust stick into rodimus' valve, drift spends his precious time licking it out of him as it melts. when ratchet pours a thicker, sticky treat over rodimus' folds, drift carefully laps it up, suckling on rodimus' node like it's a treat all its own.

meanwhile rodimus is moaning and yipping pathetically, unable to keep himself from whimpering as drift licks every inch of his pussy. he's dripping wet and he can't tell how much of it is his own lubricants, liquid treats, or drift's spit. his node is throbbing and he's so, so close to overloading, but every time drift obediently waits for ratchet to give him more, his charge simmers down. he just wants drift to suck his clit until he overloads, he wants drift to keep eating him out, please... he's trying so hard not to buck his hips. he wants a reward too...

ratchet spreads his valve open wide with two fingers next and pours fuel straight into him. rodimus whimpers at the strange sensation. it's like being filled with cum, but it's not hot, and it's sticky and it smells sweet and delicious... part of him feels so dirty being filled with fuel, but the rest of him is too desperate to cum... drift is being so thorough eating him out anyway... and maybe later ratchet will help him clean himself out properly, spraying his valve with the showerhead in the washracks... rodimus keeps whimpering lowly, so close to overloading...

drift leans in again and slowly licks it out of rodimus in a daze. he looks sated, no longer ravenous, but he's still enjoying the taste of rodimus and his treats. ratchet has been petting his helm as he eats, stroking his twitching finials and praising him for being such a good boy and eating so slowly. "i think rodimus deserves a reward too," ratchet murmurs. "go on, give him an overload."

so drift obediently keeps licking rodimus out even after the last of the sweet fuel is gone. lathing his tongue over his sensitive node, sucking it into his mouth and feeling it twitch and throb between his lips. he laps at rodimus' node until his fellow puppy whimpers and cums hard after being edged for so long. a gush of lubricant rushes into drift's mouth, and it's just as sweet as all the treats he's been given...

this is from all the way in may... i was going to draw some wet gushy rodimus orgasms but i wanna write it instead... i totally think rodimus is a squirter. he gets really, really wet, dripping his lubricants everywhere, and when he cums he's so messy. whether it's bucking his hips and spurting his transfluid everywhere or squirting hard and soaking the sheets.

the first time he squirted he was sooo excited. he's always thought the idea of it was so hot... he likes being messy and the wetness and fluids are some of his favorite parts of interfacing. he was just jerking off in his habsuite, relaxing, lying on his back and holding a vibrator in one hand and a dildo in the other. moaning freely as he pumped the dildo into himself and enjoyed the firm vibrations against his clit. usually he likes to just wring tons of overloads out of himself by focusing on his clit, but sometimes he just needs to be stuffed full. so he fucked himself with his dildo, rocking his hips and clenching rhythmically, moaning and gasping as his orgasm built and built... his node twitched and throbbed under his vibrator and he turned it up a setting, pulling a sharp moan from his vocalizer, and then a few moments later he felt the tight, hot coil in his belly reach its peak... he came hard, optics rolling back, but it felt a little different. he must have relaxed something or hit something inside himself but it felt so good. his whole valve felt on fire with pleasure, his legs twitching against his control, and he felt a hot wet sensation between his legs.

when he finally came down from his intense orgasm, his valve clenching in aftershocks, he was breathing heavily and pulling his vibrator away from his oversensitive node. he felt winded, it was so good. his pussy wouldn't stop squeezing on the dildo over and over. when he shakily sat up, he found that he'd completely soaked the sheets beneath his aft. his array felt so wet. he didn't even know how he did it, but he'd somehow done something to make himself squirt...

from then on rodimus essentially trains himself into squirting. after doing it the first time it seems so much easier. soon he's well-practiced at making himself squirt, frantically fucking himself and holding a vibrator to his node on too high of a setting, whimpering out "please, please, please" as he cums because he wants to squirt so bad. it feels so much better than any orgasm he'd ever given himself before. overstimulating his clit and fucking his clenching calipers through his overload until his pussy can't do anything but let out gushes of liquid. leaving him wet and messy and panting for breath afterwards, clenching and letting out the last few drops of squirt...

then whenever anybody fucks him he begs them to make him squirt. he knows how to do it! please just rub his node fast and hard, make him squeal that it's too much, pound him hard, he promises you'll get to see him mewling and spraying around your cock. he makes a mess of himself and the mech he's being fucked by, squirt dripping down both their thighs as he sobs and convulses helplessly in orgasm. he begs them to fuck him through it and they do, forcing out hard jets of squirt with each slam past his tightly clenching calipers. keep fondling his node until he's crying and his pussy is gushing and leaking uncontrollably. he loves it, loves having his optics roll back and his vision white out as his whole world narrows down to his pussy and clit and how good they feel as he squirts hard.