It's all so familiar. The pleasure, the pain, the overwhelming crush of Galvatron's field and the press of his body. It makes Cyclonus yearn for a simpler time, of commander and soldier, of following Galvatron to the ends of the universe, of the companionship they once had...
Gone now, and with a frustrated snarl he drags Galvatron up from his neck and into another violent kiss, tasting his own fluids on the warlord's tongue.
His port throbs against Galvatron's spike and he almost does scream as Galvatron slams into him. He refuses to give him that satisfaction, and what escapes him is a choked growl.
He aches with the sudden fullness, legs trembling from the clash of the spike's head against his terminal node, and he finds himself glad for his earlier encounter with Wing. It would have been considerably more uncomfortable to have gone straight from his several years' celibacy to this.
This is no time to wait until he adjusts, though. He has am itch and Galvatron has provided the means to scratch it. Bracing against the wall, he rocks his hips, urging Galvatron on.
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Gone now, and with a frustrated snarl he drags Galvatron up from his neck and into another violent kiss, tasting his own fluids on the warlord's tongue.
His port throbs against Galvatron's spike and he almost does scream as Galvatron slams into him. He refuses to give him that satisfaction, and what escapes him is a choked growl.
He aches with the sudden fullness, legs trembling from the clash of the spike's head against his terminal node, and he finds himself glad for his earlier encounter with Wing. It would have been considerably more uncomfortable to have gone straight from his several years' celibacy to this.
This is no time to wait until he adjusts, though. He has am itch and Galvatron has provided the means to scratch it. Bracing against the wall, he rocks his hips, urging Galvatron on.