Rewind misses his shot and curses softly, getting Chromedome to hum with delight. Rewind tries to tighten his legs to push Chromedome away but the grip Chromedome has on him is too strong. He tries to regain his focus but with Chromedome’s glossa running up his spike it’s very difficult to focus on the game in front of him. Shifting himself to sit up straighter only presses his spike further into Chromedome’s awaiting mouth, getting him to curse softly again. Tailgate’s voice comes over the chat, trying to get his attention but Rewind doesn’t make out the words as Chromdome sucks hard on his spike, pushing all of his attention to not moaning.

“Sorry, Tailgate,” Rewind says after regaining himself enough, “What was that?”

“You’re falling behind! What’s with you today? You’re costing us the win!” Tailgate snaps at him.

“Sorry, I guess I’m a little out of it today,” Rewind answers, ignoring the chuckle from Chromedome.

Chromedome’s rhythm steadies, lazily sucking off Rewind allowing Rewind to get used to it enough he can focus somewhat more on the game, his aim still shaky at best but there. Then, just as they get swarmed, Chromedome switches to licking his node,throwing off Rewind completely and he’s barely able to survive as Chromedome switches between his valve and spike seemingly at random. Tailgate’s shouting at him now but he can’t hear it, he can barely keep back the sounds as Chromedome’s glossa pushes inside of him and licks around his entrance. Chromedome shifts, going back to Rewind’s spike, tracing the head of it with his glossa then wrapping his lips around it, sucking hard before quickly bobbing his helm so he’s fragging Rewind with his mouth. Rewind becomes breathless, curling until his head is on his arms folded on his desk, doing his best to keep quiet as Chromedome doesn’t so much as pause then he can’t hold back and overloads into Chromedome’s mouth, transfluid spilling into Chromedome’s intake that he swallows down almost greedily.

Rewind’s audials are ringing as he comes down from his overload that quickly clears and he can hear Chromedome humming with satisfaction. The chat, however, is notably silent.

“Uh, Tailgate?” Rewind tries awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m-I’m still here,” Tailgate replies shyly, “You know what? You have fun, I’m gonna go. We can play more later.”

The quick blooping sound signals Tailgate leaving the call and Rewind groans with regret. Chromedome rests his helm against Rewind thigh as he laughs loudly. Rewind glowers down at him, clearly grumpy.

“I see you’re happy with yourself,” Rewind grumbles.

“Very,” Chromedome replies easily, “Do you have time for your conjunx now?”

Rewind rolls his optics, “Now that my game night has been truly and thoroughly interrupted, I guess.”

Rewind lets out a startled sound as Chromedome lifts him up and carries him to their berth.