#yeeeeeeeeee

Soundwave stumbles onto laying on his back upon their shared berth as his conjux comes to linger above him. He brings his servos to ring around Shockwave's helm and pulls him in close.

Shockwave's servo strokes and roams over Soundwave's waist in a caressing fashion.

Taking in all that he could with his singular optic.

Especially with Soundwave's face bare to him for such an intimate moment.

No wonder he kept it hidden, or else suitors would be lining the door and never to leave them alone.

Soundwave's fingers start fiddling with Shockwave's finials, and one hand starts traveling down his back and carefully presses down on every strut.

The left servo, more of Shockwave's cannon-arm, drags tantalizingly between the blue mech's legs to which he opens them eagerly. It's rubbed back and forth against Soundwave's already dripping valve, the friction causing him to shiver.

His groans turn into a quickened yelp when the limb is shoved oh so deep inside. Soundwave clings his legs tightly around Shockwave's hips, all while his thighs and valve walls flex and clench just as and if not even tighter from the stretch-worthy size. Not to mention the length, too.

While they wait for him to adjust, Shockwave plays with a new feature he personally synthesized specifically for this moment.

The cannon kicks on and begins to vibrate from within.

This causes Soundwave to throw his head back and he instinctively hugs the purple mech to his chassis. Seems the playful setting was a good choice.

The arm then thrusts in and out, starting slow and eventually speeding up and rougher bit by bit. As well as, the vibrations increasing along with the pleasurable motion.

Soundwave twists and even raises his hips and draws back at the same time towards the stimulation. His moans echo out like tendrils that now hold Shockwave captive, further motivating him to keep going.

Harder. Rougher. Faster. So, fragging, faster.

As much as he enjoyed being held so close, Shockwave raises his upper body to get a better view of his conjux.

Primus, Soundwave's face was hazy and yet so clearly full of drunken lust. So desperate for more and patiently waiting for Shockwave's next trick.

Oh how he loved him so. How they loved one another, just like this.