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Icy optics look down at Hook, sending a shiver down his spinal strut. A harsh creak snaps in the air as Prowl’s hand tenses on the leash wrapped around it as he pulls Hook forward to further situate him between his thighs as he sits in the flimsy chair that makes do as his throne. Prowl runs his thumb over Hook’s lower lip as he keeps his gaze steady making Hook struggle unconsciously against the binds on his wrists. Hook parts his mouth at the pressure of Prowl’s thumb against his lips, his hot vents rushing out as the digit pushes past his lips and presses it against his wet glossa. A satisfied smirk spreads across Prowl’s face as he takes in Hook’s desperate look, his thumb pulling away from Hook’s panting mouth trailing a strand of oral fluid then running over Hook’s lower lip affectionately. Prowl lowers his helm to kiss Hook, feeling Hook’s desperate, hot pants on his lips before they mesh, Hook’s plating almost searing hot against his own. A sharp jolt of charge jumps over Prowl’s plating and he lets out a slow vent as he grins in excitement. As he breaks away, he pushes away the chair he’d been sitting on in favor of straddling Hook’s hips just short of his spike, the overheated plating all but burning Prowl’s thighs. Hook’s thick spike stands straight and rigid, shining with pre-fluid as the yellow biolights along its length flash wildly with the anticipation building in his lines as the heat becomes almost unbearable, his whole body humming with his fans working as hard as they can but he remains without relief. When Prowl grinds his valve cover down on Hook’s thick spike the heat seeps through his thick plating almost instantly, teasing his valve and making him gasp as he shudders.

Prowl panels open so fast the resounding “click” of them falling into place is audible above Hook’s heavy pants that have increased now at the site of Prowl’s wet valve. He wishes he could touch it so badly but once again, for all his straining, Hook is only met with the harsh sound of straining binds. The wet mesh against Hook’s spike is like a shock to his systems making his spike twitch between the folds of Prowl’s valve as Prowl sucks in a sharp vent at the sheer heat of the spike and he can feel his lubricant running from his valve onto Hook’s pelvic plating. With shaking legs, Prowl lifts up to run his valve along the length of Hook’s spike, the thick ridges bumping against his pulsing node. It becomes too much, even from such little contact and Prowl drags Hook towards him by the leash into a messy kiss that’s more a desperate mashing of glossa than anything. Prowl rises fully until the head of Hook’s spike is pressed against his entrance, his own internal temperature finally matching Hook’s as he sinks down on the thick spike.

Rolling his hips, Prowl feels the head of Hook’s spike press against his ceiling node, the thickness of the spike fills him so completely he can barely move so the roll of his hips are stunted. The ridges of Hook’s spike press and rub against node clusters making Prowl twitch and gasp. Finally, he slowly lifts up so Hook’s spike slides from his valve coated in lubricant with his valve squeezing hard down on the spike making Hook grunt and struggle against the binds, wanting to hold Prowl’s hips so badly. Hook’s spike slides free from Prowl’s valve with a string of lubricant that breaks and further coats the head of Hook’s spike that twitches as the biolights pulse erratically. Hook makes a sound of frustration at the loss of Prowl’s hot valve and strains once again against his binds only to fall slack, panting heavily from the charge and exertion. Prowl hums low with a satisfied smirk and presses his valve against the head of Hook’s spike, letting it slip through his folds while only letting it barely push past his entrance getting Hook to growl, the binds creaking even more dangerously.

With his spark pulsing rapidly in excitement at seeing Hook nearing his breaking point, Prowl slowly lowers himself back onto Hook’s spike, watching as Hook grits his denta at how agonizingly slow Prowl’s moving. Each ridge pushes past Prowl’s entrance in slow succession, met with the tightening of the binds on Hook’s arms, each subtle creak queuing Prowl to move even slower. Then, a harsh snap cracks in the air, and in a rush of movement Hook’s hands are on Prowl’s hips pushing him down the rest of the way onto his spike getting Prowl to cry out. Hook lifts Prowl back up and doesn’t so much as pause to remove the ripped binds from his arms as he begins to thrust wildly into Prowl, Prowl’s entire frame bouncing with the harsh movement. Prowl smiles with wicked excitement and tugs on the leash to bring Hook closer as the wet sound of Hook’s spike moving in and out of him fills the air, his hips aching wonderfully with the tightening of Hook’s hold. Hook moves Prowl onto his back and lifts up his hips so his spike can push deep into Prowl’s valve.

With one last jerky thrust, Hook cries out at the sudden burst of charge in his systems that catches him completely off-guard as transfluid spills from his spike coating Prowl’s valve completely. Prowl gasps and drags Hook down by the leash to kiss him as his own overload courses through him, his legs writhing around Hook’s hips until he falls back panting and spent.

Cupping Hook’s face, Prowl studies him with an affectionate, hazy look, “Such a bad mech, breaking your binds and making such a mess.”

Hook presses his face against Prowl’s hand, his face growing hot for a much different reason now.

Prowl hums and says, “I suppose I can forgive you this time.”

Rodimus: The new mer is a strange one but he doesn’t mind their abnormalities, if anything, he finds it really cute. He definitely feels for them whenever they make a social stumble or embarrass themself at first totally unwittingly. He does his best to explain things to them and spends as much time as he can with them, asking about this or that because humans have always fascinated him. It is awkward eventually though when they flare out their fins at him and twirl in a way that would always get the humans that came to see them smile and he doesn’t know how to tell them they’re essentially asking him to be their mate. What makes it worse is people see and they also see he doesn’t respond so other mers try to respond to their unwitting advances and becomes a little protective of them. When they confront him about it, he just manages to stutter out what they’re doing and is very surprised when they make the same display for him, knowing full well what they’re doing now. Of course he responds back.

Swerve: It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t mind him rambling about every little thing from the reef to the abyss and back with someone who’s so curious. It’s also nice to have someone so knowledgeable about humans! Who knew they could fly? He certainly didn’t... He, a specialist on the minute intricacies of every culture, does his very best to make sure they know every detail. In the end, it’s them who surprises him by wrapping their arms around him and resting their head on his shoulder. No one’s ever done that with him before, especially since being this entangled was only something... mated pairs did. When they explain it’s something their human friends and family would do as a sign of affection, he relaxes into it and continues on with his story.

Megatron: Rumors of a new mer spreads through the various gossips of the seas but he has no time to deal with something so trivial so he pays the rumors no mind. Then, during a festival, a particular mer catches his eye in the dance, their scales flashing brilliantly and their smile wide as they follow along with the others albeit a bit off in pattern but never lacking in enthusiasm. After the dance, he approaches them and asks to speak with them alone, to get to know them. As the two swim together, they talk of a faraway world and he thinks they’re speaking of fantasy, it all sounds so unreal but they’re so genuine and funny. He finds himself drawn in and in a moment of spontaneity, begins a mating dance with them. He’s elated as they join in, following him in the turns and loops until they’re twirling together. When he pulls them to him and moves to kiss them, they stiffen and tear from his grasp to swim off into a hiding place leaving him dazed and confused... and hurt.

Happy Mermay!

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