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It’s not fair. The teasing and the belittling looks and just how they made him feel. What’s even more unfair is the giant spike between his legs that Astrotrain will only let him grind against, desperately trying to burn off the charge humming through his lines, panting as his cooling fans roar in his audials and all Astrotrain is doing is laughing at him. Deadend’s valve is practically dripping lubricant and there’s an embarrassing stain on Astrotrain’s spike from where he’s been grinding, unable to stop his hips as they move over the warm metal and silicon with grooves that catch on his node. He can’t hold back the helpless noise that bursts from him when Astrotrain’s spike twitches against his valve causing him to lose his rhythm so he grinds too hard against a ridge and it’s too good but not enough. The amused smirk on Astrotrain’s face makes Deadend feel tight and hot in his chest, only able to gulp as he continues to grind.

“Look at how pathetic you are,” Astrotrain chuckles,enjoying the show, “You’re such a mess.”

Deadend tries to retort but instead a keen falls from his mouth as Astrotrain presses him harder against his spike with a large hand pressed against the small of Deadend’s back.

“What a cute little toy,” Astrotrain teases and Deadend turns his face away as heat rises and makes him flush.

Astrotrain cups his face and makes Deadend face him, “Don’t even think about looking away. For that you can use your mouth instead, that way you can’t even think of looking away.”

Deadend gulps and adjusts himself until instead of broadly straddling Astrotrain, his legs are balanced on Astrotrain’s thighs and leaning on one hand until he’s face to face with the head of Astrotrain’s spike. He shyly licks where the shaft and head of Astrotrain’s spike meet, embarrassment burning his face and he can’t bring himself to look at Astrotrain’s optics. Instead, he licks and sucks on Astrotrain’s spike that’s too big to fit in his mouth and rubs against the burning shaft. It throbs and twitches under his attention, leaking transfluid that trails down the head and onto his glossa that tastes metallic with Astrotrain’s nanites sending lines of charge and heat down his body, right to his valve that clenches on nothing. Deadend clenches the hand keeping him up tightly against Astrotrain’s pelvic plating, refusing to touch himself and letting Astrotrain know how much licking and touching his spike is turning him on. Looking up briefly, he sees Astrotrain relaxed as ever with a smug look on his face as he watches Deadend practically worship his spike causing Deadend to flinch and tightly shut his optics. Astrotrain tucks his hand under Deadend’s chin and roughly raises it, forcing Deadend to face him.

“Optics on me, Sweetspark,” Astrotrain rumbles, the sound making Deadend shiver.

Then Astrotrain manhandles Deadend until he’s trapped between Astrotrain’s hands and spike, his valve pressed right up against the base of it then Astro train begins to grind against him. Deadend is helpless in his grasp, moaning and choking off whines as Astrotrain uses him like a frag toy.

“Bet you’d like to feel this inside you, you’re such a little size queen,” Astrotrain laughs above, sounding barely affected.

“N-no,” Deadend gasps, “It’s too big. I-I’d break.”

Astrotrain huffs above him, his laugh sounding breathy as he continues to grind against Deadend. Then, suddenly, Astrotrain moves Deadend so the tip of his spike is pressed right against Deadend’s valve, overloading then and there. Deadend cries out as he feels the transfluid push into his valve and there’s so much of it that it makes it all the way to his gestation tank. Charge racks Deadend’s body and he’s so close but he still can’t overload but wanting to so desperately as he claws at Astrotrain’s thighs, helplessly watching Astrotrain come down from his overload. Astrotrain looks down at him with drunk optics and a smirk tugs his lips.

“I like seeing you like this,” Astrotrain drawls as he lifts Deadend, “helpless and so needy all because of how badly you want me. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging.”

Deadend yelps as he’s moved to straddle Astrotrain’s face, his valve covered in lubricant and transfluid pressed right against Astrotrain’s lips. Astrotrain presses a kiss against his valve and Deadend covers his face, the lewd display too much for him but then grips down tightly onto Astrotrain’s hands wrapped around his thighs, keeping them spread wide as Astrotrain’s hot glossa runs through his folds and over his node. Deadend can’t keep himself quiet now as Astrotrain eats him out roughly, his glossa rough, slick, and hot on him then he shouts as Astrotrain’s glossa pushes inside of him. The glossa frags him slowly and roughly, rubbing against neglected nodes and has Deadend coming undone, his valve clenching tightly against it. Lubricant leaks from him and down Astrotrain’s glossa as he overloads hard and long, his optics fritzing out until finally he falls limp in Astrotrain’s hands. He slowly comes back to himself, his audials resetting so he can hear Astrotrain chuckling at him and he looks to see him licking his lips clean of Deadend’s lubricant.

“You’re so cute,” Astrotrain croons as he pets Deadend’s helm.

“Shut up,” Deadend snaps.