#naughtywave

Blades bites at his lip plate, denta leaving slight scratches in the grey metal. thankfully those would be easy to buff out after, but right now? he was too busy trying to think of which sounded more appealing. the Helibot leaned into Heatwave's chassis, digits sliding down the firebot's sides teasingly, optics dim as he reaches up to give him a rather heated kiss. the kiss lasted a while, before he pulled back and mumbled,

" Frag me into the berth. Please? " he asks, already pulling away to reach over to the berth in question, leaning his round chassis over the edge and showing off his panels as he spread his legs. which were already open; his slightly curved spike dribbling prefluid as his puffy valve dripped lubricant down his grey thighs. he looks over his shoulder, venting pathetically,

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. || Accepting

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

The amount of reports High Tide had to do was slowly driving him insane... Not as much as how slow Heatwave was grinding against him in his lap, huffing steam through his lips.

✠ » Subtle « ✠ 「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs. @naughtywave

Steamtrack's spark pulse spiked as she felt Heatwave's servo slip between her legs as they sat watching a movie with the rest of the crew. She bit her lower derma to hide the smile that was threatening to spread over her face - thanking primus for the large blanket she had been cuddled up underneath.

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || inside ― ✧ )

“Do you want to feel me inside you?” [wildcard]

Chase stared at Heatwave for a moment, as if he hadn't quite heard the firefighter correctly while his vents stalled temporarily. His frame had already been heating up previously, but this had taken it to another level. It was barely a klik before he stepped closer to Heatwave and put his servos on the other mech's waist.

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Well that was sudden!

Trailcutter had definitely not been prepared, but…He wasn’t upset about it either. More intrigued really. But still very flustered by the sudden admittance. The outlier felt his plates grow hot and it was hard to hide his blush, he’d tried to turn his optics on even brighter to offset the color change in his face but that clearly wasn’t working.

“Ah…I would…”

You would what, Teebs?

“I…..Wouldn’t mind that..”

“Personally, I’m comfortable right where I am~”

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KINKY / ROUGH PROMPTS

A large servo curled into a fist as it found support of some sort as the other was too preoccupied with staying put around Heatwave’s middle, hot steam hitting against red frame with High Tide practically towering over the other mech, groaning and huffing everytime their hips connected.

( ✧ ― @naughtywave || melt into me ― ✧ )

Heatwave/Chase “Look how pretty you are when you're about to overload~”

Chase peeked one of his optics open to look up at Heatwave as he groaned; his arms around the other's neck and face flushed blue while his hips pressed up against the firefighter's servo three digits deep and pumping, thumb brushing against his anterior node.

Heatwave wasn't wrong, he was so close to overload it hurt - the pleasure was sweeping all over his frame and he could really feel it in his abdominal plating and thighs...