blind faith, hedonism, contagion.
transformers ;; hotlock ;; wc: 449 ;; NSFW, humanformers. you will quickly learn that i love weird degradation with HF hotlock.
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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Deadlock,” Hot Rod moaned, bouncing himself on the assassin’s cock. “Fuck, you’re soooo big,” he drawled, his cunt dripping. It made an obscene squelching noise as he rode his boyfriend in earnest, each time forcing more moans out of his own mouth.
“Roddy,” Deadlock groaned, hands resting on the ginger’s hips, his nails making small, bright red crescents in Hot Rod’s skin. “So messy, so good and messy for me, aren’t you? My messy boy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hot Rod gasped, losing his balance a bit, tilting over and placing his hands on Deadlock’s chest in order to brace himself. “Oh my god, I don’t– can’t– fuck. So. So hard to think,” he chuckled to himself, breathless. “Can’t– can’t keep riding. Tired.”
“I gotcha,” Deadlock huffed, nails biting into Hot Rod’s hips as he gripped a bit tighter, and began thrusting up into Hot Rod’s cunt. As his thrusting picked up speed, so too did that squelching noise, and Hot Rod threw an arm over his face in embarrassment. Deadlock laughed at the sight. “Like it?” He asked, teasing, “Like knowing just how sloppy you are?” A smirk tugged at his lips. “I know I like it. Hearing you get all dirty for me.”
“Deadlock,” Hot Rod whined, only causing the taller to bark out another laugh.
“Could you imagine, all your little friends seeing you like this? Seeing how fucked up you get for me?” At that taunt, Hot Rod’s pussy clenched down blissfully, tearing a groan from the assassin. “Fuck, you like that? Like knowing how disappointed they would be in you?”
“Yes!” Hot Rod screamed, sobbing into his arms.
“Christ, you have issues,” Deadlock snarled, “what a disaster.”
“Deadlock, Deadlock,” Hot Rod cried, his cunt spasming around the cock inside of him, and after a moment his panting turned into one whiney, drawn-out scream. Deadlock gasped at the feeling, raking his nails down Hot Rod’s thighs.
“Fuck, did–” he started, breathless, “–did you just cum from me telling you you have issues?” He asked, chuckling, with a wide smirk that showed off his fangs. His laughter only grew in volume when Hot Rod nodded slowly. “Roddy, that’s pathetic.”
“Shut up,” the shorter whined, still catching his breath. “Keep going.”
Deadlock’s pace faltered. “You just came. Pretty hard.”
The ginger scoffed. “Okay? You didn’t cum yet. I want it inside,” he panted, “Want you to get it so deep inside, please. Want you to fucking– hn.”
The assassin shifted his hips. “Want me to what?” He asked, a slight growl underlining his words.
“Breed me,” Hot Rod breathed, “please.”
“You are so weird,” Deadlock hissed. “Yeah. Fuck it, yeah. I’ll fill you up, baby.”