IDW] A Happy Bottom - Perceptor
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dracoqueen22Title: A Happy Bottom
Universe: IDW, More Than Meets the Eye
Characters: Rodimus, Lost Light Ensemble
Rating: NSFW
Enticements: sticky, fragmachine, overload denial, overload delay, Perceptor likes to watch, size kink, gags
Description: He may be the one on his knees, legs spread, and at their mercy. But Rodimus knows who really has the power here, and it's not the one holding his leash.
He watched; it was difficult not to do so.
He'd distracted himself with calculations and formulas and theories and hypotheses, but in the end, he'd been drawn by the whimpers and moans as though they were a siren's call. Those, along with the steady sound of hydraulics in motion and the squeak-squeak-squeak of steady gears and well, Perceptor had given up all attempts at pretense.
Now he watched.
He sat back, avidly taking in the sight, watching as his captain dripped to the floor, as he squirmed, hot and desperate, atop the continuously pumping false-spike. A vibrating strip pressed right against his anterior node, providing a gentle sensation that made the pleasure coil tighter and tighter within him.
His spike was exposed, the base encircled by an overload inhibitor. Perceptor would, as he walked by, reach out and drag his fingers from base to tip, prompting a whimper. He made it an offhand motion as though Rodimus' pleasure from it was an accident.
Rodimus had been like this for a shift now, denied his overload. A casual sweep of Perceptor's scanners reassured him that Rodimus was in no danger of overheating.
Not yet at least.
For all of his flighty ways, Rodimus did know how to exhibit a sense of self-control. Even if he did plead with his optics every time they onlined. The blue had only grown brighter with his rising charge and it was a beautiful sight, to see the charge dancing out from under his plating. To watch his armor shift and flex. To see his hips dance atop the thick, false spike. It was arguably the largest Rodimus had taken. It stretched the very limits of his valve, so thick his calipers couldn't properly clench around it and were forced open, quivering in a repeated attempt to close.
Perceptor's engine purred with approval. Arousal for him was a slow and steady curl of heat. He could spend the rest of this shift and the next one just watching, one hand palming his panel, stroking his seams. He didn't even have to expose his equipment.
He wasn't quite ready to let Rodimus overload just yet. He still had several shifts where Rodimus belonged to him.
Perceptor pushed himself to his pedes and moved closer to Rodimus, letting his field reach out and brush against the captain's. The flush of searing need and pleasure that tapped against Perceptor's field was intoxicating. He shivered, vents pulling in a fresh burst of air. With it came the scent of Rodimus' arousal, the sweet tang of his lubricants and the ozone burst of charged circuits.
Perceptor circled Rodimus, a little amused by the fact Rodimus watched him as far as he could. Perceptor tracked the drip of lubricant down the false-spike, watching as it pearled from Rodimus' valve. The stretched petals of the captain's valve flexed and clutched at the spike, glistening with lubricant.
Perceptor couldn't resist the urge to touch and so he did, light sweeps of his fingers over the stretched rim. Rodimus whimpered. His fingers clutched harder at the restraints, there more for his safety than to make sure he didn't escape.
He was such a lovely creature like this.
Perceptor rubbed Rodimus' lubricant between his thumb and forefinger as he circled back around to Rodimus' front. His olfactory sensors dragged in the sweet scent and Perceptor allowed himself a taste, his glossa flicking over his fingers.
Rodimus made a strangled noise, oral lubricant dribbling out from around the ball gag.
“Oh, my apologies,” Perceptor said and he held out his hand, still sticky-wet with Rodimus' own lubricant. “Did you want a taste?”
Rodimus' engine roared.
Perceptor grinned.
Time to turn up the dial.
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a/n: Coming up next time: Sunstreaker!As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. :)
