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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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.