#rb heatwave

• Growling in your ear when you don’t answer him, just moaning his name, he’s rolling his hips. “You think I won’t?” He growls, hips pumping to make you squirm under him. “That I can’t be a good sire?” Your head turns, eyes hooded with need to meet his optics. And he doesn’t blame you. Knows he’s rough around the edges. Not a soft mech like Boulder or Blades, but he’s never wanted something like this. Seeing you with a bitlet had unlocked that need. Rumbling as your fingers grasp his servos, you’re flushed. ‘Don’t stop.’

• “You want everything?” He growls, hips rolling lazily and you can feel every ridge on his spike stroking inside you. Know what he’s asking and you’re not at all sure either of you is ready for that. But that doesn’t stop you from wanting it when you imagine him holding a sparkling. ‘Don’t stop,’ you gasp again and he’s moving more urgently against you, hips pumping as he growls and you feel his plating shift against your back.

• Groaning as he snares you in his spark, you moan his name and tremble under him, fisting his spike. And he’s driving deep, hips rolling while he shudders against you. Overloading hard, his mouth brushes your shoulder, denta gripping you as he growls. Wrapping himself around the warmth of your light, he can feel his spike swelling to lock inside you as he coaxes you. Asking. Feels your uncertainty cascade through him, before you finally answer.

• Whimpering as that pull sings through you until you’re trembling under him, that coaxing becomes almost overwhelming as a sense of losing something of yourself echoes through you. And he’s everywhere, cocooning you in his mind and memories as that coaxing shifts into a question. Accepting as you feel his denta gripping your shoulder, you groan when he lifts up enough to break the contact with his spark and you both inhale at the tug of his spike inside you. And then he’s easing down at your back again, rumbling softly. “I think I was promised some begging,” you mumble as his glossa drags against the back of your shoulder to make you wonder if he broke the skin, unable to really care.