Tarm’s optics flash and he barks out a cry of pleasure as Megatron’s thumb presses hard on his node. He bucks his hips, clenching hard around the thick spike. His fingers tighen on Megatron’s knees as he rides out the near painful pleasure, head thrown back and mouth open as his vents pour heat from his frame.
“More…” He begs, bucking and grinding on Megatron’s spike, desperate for an overload.
If more is what Tarn wants, then he's likely going to get it. The sounds out of Megatron's throat are strangled. Mixed growls with moans and wanton groans. His heels dig into the floor, trying to find purchase. This, of course, is so that he get better leverage to drive his spike further into Tarn. All the while he pinches and squeezes the other tank's node.
Tarn makes a strange squealing noise as Megatron pinches at his nub. He twists, trying to lessen the overwhelming pleasure bombarding his sensor net. Panting, he holds on for dear life, at the mercy of Megatron's thick spike slamming against his ceiling node.
His mouth drops open, as he lets his helm fall back, optics flaring and flickering as his entire body quivers as overload makes it's steady approach.
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“More…” He begs, bucking and grinding on Megatron’s spike, desperate for an overload.
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His mouth drops open, as he lets his helm fall back, optics flaring and flickering as his entire body quivers as overload makes it's steady approach.