[Ratchet spasms against him, curling in and clutching hard at Ironhide's back as he pushes in hard and fast, his voice loud and ragged in Ironhide's audial. He can't even manage clear language anymore, just clotted static sounds over the roar of his cooling fans. He feels his body draw tight and tries to choke out a warning but he careens over the edge before he can manage it, writhing in Ironhide's grip and biting down on the collar of his armor to muffle a sob, clenching wet and slick around him over and over as charge wrings him out like a rag.
He's limp when it recedes, spent in Ironhide's grip and making ragged little sounds in his throat, his body still rippling with aftershocks around the thick press still holding him open.]
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He's limp when it recedes, spent in Ironhide's grip and making ragged little sounds in his throat, his body still rippling with aftershocks around the thick press still holding him open.]