#valveplugfics

With a frustrated growl, Ratchet scowled up at Drift, arching his back to get more friction out of Rodimus' throbbing spike. Fluid oozed out of Ratchet's eager sex, sending waves of pleasure through Rodimus. The speedster bit his glossa hard, it took every ounce of his spark not to thrust his entire self into Ratchet. Imagining his spike bottoming out in the medic's tight, wet valve made Rodimus vent harder.

"Please, Drift...do it for Rodimus. Kid's practically on fire..." Ratchet purred, wrapping his arms around Drift's neck, planting soft, loving kisses on the exposed cabling. The ex-con sighed softly, forgetting his bedroom persona for a moment, "You know what you have to do, Ratchet. You're the one in control here."

Rodimus rutted uselessly against Ratchet's inner thigh, his optics glazed over from the arousal consuming his processor, "Please, Ratch...I'm dying here." Feeling the friction of Rodimus's spike brushing near his hyper-sensitive cunt made Ratchet's vents shudder.