[ First Aid waited too long to take the damper off; he has almost no strength to hold himself upright, his plating flaring out, his vocalizing cracking with static as he keens. Normally, he even liked charge denial play and the extra desperation and sensitivity that followed, but this was too much.
He grips Ratchet's shoulders tight and curls slightly over him, his thumbs rubbing the back of the elder medic's neck cabling blindly and fumbling. It just-- it just felt so good. His body couldn't figure out if he was in pain or ecstasy; First Aid's noises almost sound like sobs and his visor streaks light. He rocks his hips forward against Ratchet's lips, shuddering all over at the feeling of his mouth squeezing around his spike and the fullness in his valve. ]
Don't stop, gonna-- You can pull-- Are you gonna swallow?
[ Hopefully Ratchet can decipher that muddle of words. Even when he's half crazy with charge First Aid still tries to be polite in the berth. ]
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He grips Ratchet's shoulders tight and curls slightly over him, his thumbs rubbing the back of the elder medic's neck cabling blindly and fumbling. It just-- it just felt so good. His body couldn't figure out if he was in pain or ecstasy; First Aid's noises almost sound like sobs and his visor streaks light. He rocks his hips forward against Ratchet's lips, shuddering all over at the feeling of his mouth squeezing around his spike and the fullness in his valve. ]
Don't stop, gonna-- You can pull-- Are you gonna swallow?
[ Hopefully Ratchet can decipher that muddle of words. Even when he's half crazy with charge First Aid still tries to be polite in the berth. ]