[IDW] A Happy Bottom - Rung
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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.
No chains. No cuffs. No straps. No gags.
Ah, young mechs. They always assumed that equipment was needed to restrain one’s partner. But not for the good ones. Oh, no. All they needed was a firm touch and a firmer tone.
“Now Rodimus,” Rung said, gnawing on his bottom lip in an attempt to suppress his gasp, “I know you can do a better job than that.”
Rodimus made a muffled noise, the vibrations of his vocalizer buzzing just right against the rim of Rung’s valve. Rung shivered and ground down, taking the tip of Rodimus’ glossa deeper.
Beneath him, Rodimus trembled. His hands knotted in the berth covers, struggling to obey the order not to touch. His optics were dim, half-shuttered, his face smeared with fluids, both transfluid and lubricant. All of it Rung’s own.
He had yet to permit Rodimus to overload. And such a good pet Rodimus was. He hadn’t needed an inhibitor, a clamp, or a ring.
Rung twisted to look over his shoulder, a smile curving his lips. Rodimus’ spike seeped transfluid. It puddled on his pelvic array. The berth between his thighs was soaked with lubricant, the petals of his valve swollen with need. Intermittent bursts of charge rose up from the gaps in his plating, occasionally snapping at Rung’s aft in teasing prickles.
Rung returned his attention to Rodimus, one hand petting the captain’s helm. Soft strokes over the curve, a long pinch to the decorative spars, a sweep of his thumb over Rodimus’ forehelm.
“See?” he purred. “You have more self-control than even you give yourself credit.”
Rodimus moaned, his optics glowing a deeper, richer blue. The berth covers rustled. His frame shifted beneath Rung, a rise and fall, before he went still again. His ventilations roared and he clamped onto Rung’s anterior node, suckling it.
Rung hummed, circling his hips, pleasure rolling in deep, resonating waves through his interfacing array.
“Very nice,” he praised, petting Rodimus’ helm. “Certainly better than earlier. Keep this up and I might be inclined to give you a reward.”
Rodimus whined and worked all the harder. His glossa laved a wet path around the rim of Rung’s valve. His denta scraped a delicate pressure against Rung’s anterior node. His mouth formed hollow suction around Rung’s valve, glossa stroking a delicious sensation over the ring of nodes along the inside of his valve rim.
Rung shivered, heat blooming within him, his frame taking on a rhythm of its own. He sat upon Rodimus’ faceplate and rolled his hips, his anterior node pulsing with delight.
“You, ahhh, are doing very well,” Rung moaned. Rodimus worked all the harder when praised and then, Primus bless, his engines kicked on, vibrating the berth and Rung atop him.
Rung cried out, helm tossing back, as the vibrations traveled straight to his core. His spike sprang free, despite previous repeated overloads, and Rung wrapped his free hand around it, stroking himself with another shiver. His grip on Rodimus’ helm tightened, pushing Rodimus’ face further against his valve. Lubricant dripped freely from his valve, no doubt filling Rodimus’ mouth, and further, filling Rodimus’ tanks.
He was full of Rung right now and that made Rung shiver intensely. The thought of the captain jostling with Rung’s spill sent a tight surge of need through Rung’s internals. His spike throbbed at the thought of Rodimus’ eager valve, clenching on nothing, pushing more lubricant out onto the berth.
“D-definitely getting a reward,” Rung panted and he released his spike, preferring to save it, both hands now clutching Rodimus’ helm.
“I’m going to take your valve,” Rung said as the berth creaked beneath them both and Rodimus gave a hearty moan, slurping at Rung’s valve. “And then I’ll let you overload. But only then.”
Metal creaked. Berth padding tore. Rodimus latched onto his anterior node and sucked.
Rung overloaded with a shout, curling forward as the charge raced through him and his valve convulsed. He drenched Rodimus in his lubricant, shaking above the captain, his valve pulsing with pleasure.
Rung’s cooling fans whirled on maximum. His spike throbbed, ready to seek an overload of its own. And beneath him, Rodimus moaned and writhed, but still didn’t touch with his hands.
“G-good captain,” Rung praised shakily, petting Rodimus’ helm.
His thighs trembled. It was all he could do to lift himself up and get a good look at Rodimus, his face wet and sticky with Rung’s lubricant.
Rung managed a smile. “You’ve earned your reward.”
Rodimus grinned back up at him and licked his lips.
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
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.
~ Rung ~
No chains. No cuffs. No straps. No gags.
Ah, young mechs. They always assumed that equipment was needed to restrain one’s partner. But not for the good ones. Oh, no. All they needed was a firm touch and a firmer tone.
“Now Rodimus,” Rung said, gnawing on his bottom lip in an attempt to suppress his gasp, “I know you can do a better job than that.”
Rodimus made a muffled noise, the vibrations of his vocalizer buzzing just right against the rim of Rung’s valve. Rung shivered and ground down, taking the tip of Rodimus’ glossa deeper.
Beneath him, Rodimus trembled. His hands knotted in the berth covers, struggling to obey the order not to touch. His optics were dim, half-shuttered, his face smeared with fluids, both transfluid and lubricant. All of it Rung’s own.
He had yet to permit Rodimus to overload. And such a good pet Rodimus was. He hadn’t needed an inhibitor, a clamp, or a ring.
Rung twisted to look over his shoulder, a smile curving his lips. Rodimus’ spike seeped transfluid. It puddled on his pelvic array. The berth between his thighs was soaked with lubricant, the petals of his valve swollen with need. Intermittent bursts of charge rose up from the gaps in his plating, occasionally snapping at Rung’s aft in teasing prickles.
Rung returned his attention to Rodimus, one hand petting the captain’s helm. Soft strokes over the curve, a long pinch to the decorative spars, a sweep of his thumb over Rodimus’ forehelm.
“See?” he purred. “You have more self-control than even you give yourself credit.”
Rodimus moaned, his optics glowing a deeper, richer blue. The berth covers rustled. His frame shifted beneath Rung, a rise and fall, before he went still again. His ventilations roared and he clamped onto Rung’s anterior node, suckling it.
Rung hummed, circling his hips, pleasure rolling in deep, resonating waves through his interfacing array.
“Very nice,” he praised, petting Rodimus’ helm. “Certainly better than earlier. Keep this up and I might be inclined to give you a reward.”
Rodimus whined and worked all the harder. His glossa laved a wet path around the rim of Rung’s valve. His denta scraped a delicate pressure against Rung’s anterior node. His mouth formed hollow suction around Rung’s valve, glossa stroking a delicious sensation over the ring of nodes along the inside of his valve rim.
Rung shivered, heat blooming within him, his frame taking on a rhythm of its own. He sat upon Rodimus’ faceplate and rolled his hips, his anterior node pulsing with delight.
“You, ahhh, are doing very well,” Rung moaned. Rodimus worked all the harder when praised and then, Primus bless, his engines kicked on, vibrating the berth and Rung atop him.
Rung cried out, helm tossing back, as the vibrations traveled straight to his core. His spike sprang free, despite previous repeated overloads, and Rung wrapped his free hand around it, stroking himself with another shiver. His grip on Rodimus’ helm tightened, pushing Rodimus’ face further against his valve. Lubricant dripped freely from his valve, no doubt filling Rodimus’ mouth, and further, filling Rodimus’ tanks.
He was full of Rung right now and that made Rung shiver intensely. The thought of the captain jostling with Rung’s spill sent a tight surge of need through Rung’s internals. His spike throbbed at the thought of Rodimus’ eager valve, clenching on nothing, pushing more lubricant out onto the berth.
“D-definitely getting a reward,” Rung panted and he released his spike, preferring to save it, both hands now clutching Rodimus’ helm.
“I’m going to take your valve,” Rung said as the berth creaked beneath them both and Rodimus gave a hearty moan, slurping at Rung’s valve. “And then I’ll let you overload. But only then.”
Metal creaked. Berth padding tore. Rodimus latched onto his anterior node and sucked.
Rung overloaded with a shout, curling forward as the charge raced through him and his valve convulsed. He drenched Rodimus in his lubricant, shaking above the captain, his valve pulsing with pleasure.
Rung’s cooling fans whirled on maximum. His spike throbbed, ready to seek an overload of its own. And beneath him, Rodimus moaned and writhed, but still didn’t touch with his hands.
“G-good captain,” Rung praised shakily, petting Rodimus’ helm.
His thighs trembled. It was all he could do to lift himself up and get a good look at Rodimus, his face wet and sticky with Rung’s lubricant.
Rung managed a smile. “You’ve earned your reward.”
Rodimus grinned back up at him and licked his lips.
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a/n: Coming up next time--> Cyclonus and Tailgate. This oughta be interesting...Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
