#prang

Prang slowly blinked his optics, the warm fuzzy haze his processor had been swimming in was dissipating. Where was he? He didn't recognize the ceiling he was looking up at and -

"Hnm-?!!"

He was suddenly very aware that he was not alone and how uncomfortably full his valve was.

"Wh..! I don-nh..!! S-stop!!"

Prang jolted, his first instinct was to try and grab the mech's wrists but found his arms firmed locked to the top of the berth. Panic set in as he thrashed against both the mech and the cuffs keeping his arms pinned.

"Oh Electra was right, you are much better when you're aware."

Prang shook his head and sobbed, trying his best to kick at the mech. The mech groaned before tightening his grip on Prang's hips, growing more frantic with their thrusting. He yelped and squeezed his legs the best he could in hopes of slowing the mech down.

"S-stop! Stop it you're hurting me!"