you're hopelessly infatuated with these eyes, seriously
transformers ;; dratchet ;; wc: 199 ;; NSFW, honestly just kind of sweet and soft
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“Good bot,” Drift sighed, watching Ratchet lower himself onto the swordsmech’s spike. The medic let out a soft gasp as he lowered himself, feeling it split him open beautifully. “You’re so pretty. Primus, so pretty.”
“Oughta take a picture,” the ambulance chuckled, sighing contentedly at the feeling of Drift’s spike pulsing inside of him. One of Drift’s servos rested at Ratchet’s waist, and the medic laid his servos on Drift’s chassis in turn. It’d been a while since the two were able to come together like this– it was a nice feeling. Relaxing, even.
“Heh. Yeah, I’m– hh.” Drift sighed. “Yeah, it’s been a while.”
“It has,” Ratchet smirked, leaning over in order to press a kiss against Drift’s neck cabling. “Too long.”
“We should do this more often,” Drift smiles, tensing a bit at the feeling of Ratchet’s intake against his neck. He rolls his hips upward, exventing, and drawing a small moan out of his conjunx. “Like it too much for us to take these– these breaks,” he continues. “Like you too much.”
Ratchet meets the swordsmech’s thrusts, riding him, letting out little gasps. His cooling fans kick up. “Like you too,” he lets out, “love you.”