[Ratchet's optics go huge and round as Sixshot lifts his thighs, spreading him obscenely wide and pressing him down onto the thick weight of Sixshot's spike. His vocalizer spits static, cuts out again, then flares back on mid-curse as he shudders and struggles to pull in cooler air.]
Oh. Hell. It's--s'all right. M'all right. [His head lolls forward and he shudders at the gentle scrape of Sixshot's teeth, clenching down around him helplessly.] Wasn't complaining.
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[Ratchet's optics go huge and round as Sixshot lifts his thighs, spreading him obscenely wide and pressing him down onto the thick weight of Sixshot's spike. His vocalizer spits static, cuts out again, then flares back on mid-curse as he shudders and struggles to pull in cooler air.]
Oh. Hell. It's--s'all right. M'all right. [His head lolls forward and he shudders at the gentle scrape of Sixshot's teeth, clenching down around him helplessly.] Wasn't complaining.