from within the thick walls a voice calls out to me
transformers ;; ratchlock ;; wc: 509 ;; NSFW, boobie nipnop stuff, originally written for kinktober.
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Deadlock is fucking him like he's going to get a promotion if he does a good enough job. There is, of course, no reason for him to think this, because Ratchet really has no control over the Decepticons, and he has no control over Deadlock. Ratchet is just along for the ride.
And it is a ride- getting fucked by Deadlock is like speeding on a bumpy road. It's rough, and the 'con doesn't allow him any purchase as they frag, so he's just moving all over the place. His leg struts dangle helplessly over Deadlock's shoulders, his arms are spread out to his sides, and his energon sacks bounce with every thrust. That's probably the most embarrassing part- even moreso, considering Deadlock insists on grabbing them as he rams his spike into the medic.
"So sexy," the Decepticon growls, squeezing the sacks. It makes Ratchet gasp, inventing sharply- it hurts and feels good at the same time, and the medic isn't quite used to it. "You're so sexy, Ratchet. Can't believe- oh, fuck. Can't believe you have these."
Ratchet's optics narrow, glaring at the 'con. "They're standard for a-any- oh, any m-medic," he huffs.
Deadlock smirks down at him. "Yeah, but you. As if you weren't sexy enough. Maybe-" his hips stutter, and he groans. "Maybe they knew you were sexy. Maybe they knew you were made for this- for taking my spike."
Ratchet moans. Honestly, it feels like that might be the case- Deadlock fucks him just right, in such a way that it lights up his nodes, that it hits him so well. This would, however, inflate Deadlock's ego far more than it ever should realistically be inflated, and very possibly have disastrous consequences for the both of them. Ratchet keeps his intake shut.
(Partially, also, he isn't sure he'd be able to get the whole sentence out. The more Deadlock fucks him, the harder it's getting to organize his thoughts, and everything he says is underlined with a layer of static. Best to keep it to himself.)
Deadlock uses his hold on Ratchet's energon sacks to push them together, and he groans seeing how they squish. "Fuck," he lets out, "fuck, Ratch, you gotta let me fuck them. Please let me fuck your tits next time."
"They aren't tits," Ratchet hisses, faceplates flushed with energon.
"Whatever," Deadlock responds, smirking, and his servos adjust, and he moves his fingers to-
"Deadlock!" Ratchet yelps suddenly, tensing up, as Deadlock's middle and pointer finger on each energon sack move to grab at his nozzles, squeezing them tightly.
"So reactive," Deadlock exvents, and Ratchet lets out a whine, helf-tempted to smack him. "You look so good like this, Ratch."
And that, that kinda gets him. Because Deadlock says that, and his voice is so gentle, so sweet, as though he's been wanting to say that for so long. Ratchet can feel his faceplates heating up further. "Kid," he sighs, moving his arms to hide his face, and Deadlock groans.
"Doc, you have no idea what you do to me."