Dark hips buck as First Aid begins to stroke him. a low groan weaves out from behind his mask as he leans back, bracing himself on shaking arms. Tarn presses his hips further into the medic's grasp.
His cooling fans roar as he listens to First Aid's taunts. He wants to argue and disagree but his brain can barely grasp the concept of words at all with how the Autobot is working over his spike.
An all consuming blaze of lust takes him as his head lolls uselessly to the side. His optics are clouded and his mouth is open and panting under his mask. He feels like he's suffocating beneath it, unable to cool his overheating frame fast enough; even as his plating flares to release a long stream of hot air.
"Please..." His voice dips between a low purr and a gasp, reverberating deep inside First Aid's spark. "You can't tease me like this."
How disgraceful. What would Megatron think if he saw Tarn now. The thought seems distant and unreal; trapped in a wicked fog.
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His cooling fans roar as he listens to First Aid's taunts. He wants to argue and disagree but his brain can barely grasp the concept of words at all with how the Autobot is working over his spike.
An all consuming blaze of lust takes him as his head lolls uselessly to the side. His optics are clouded and his mouth is open and panting under his mask. He feels like he's suffocating beneath it, unable to cool his overheating frame fast enough; even as his plating flares to release a long stream of hot air.
"Please..." His voice dips between a low purr and a gasp, reverberating deep inside First Aid's spark. "You can't tease me like this."
How disgraceful. What would Megatron think if he saw Tarn now. The thought seems distant and unreal; trapped in a wicked fog.