Nngghf-fuck! *Electra moans, the intense vibrations from Greaseballās engine going straight to his spike. There is a high pitched whine (largely drowned out by Greaseball) as he charges up his shock systems and unleashes a consistent charge, feeling GBās spike twitch in his palm as he does so and smirking slightly, though the smirk is quickly replaced by a sexy scowl as the diesel kicks his throttle up a notch.* A-aah~ *He can feel his climax approaching and he puts his free hand on Greasballās chest to steady himself* Oh, f-Greaseball-!
( @the-diesel-engine )
*Itās a struggle to maintain his smug smirk, as the continuous shocks are soon more than Greaseball can handle. Damn it, and he was so determined not to lose this lusty little race* Thatās r-real good, Sparks, thatās⦠real⦠huaahh! *He doesnāt even care about losing anymore, only cares about the orgasm shaking him from head to wheels. As he groans and shudders and comes hard between their bodies, Greaseball grabs Electraās perfect ass and holds him in place, revving his engine as hard as it can go without blowing a gasket, determined to bring the electric to completion right alongside him*Ā
Shhhhhit-! *Electra curses and has to move his hand to the mattress to avoid electrocuting Greaseball as he comes, discharging his pent up energy into the sheets and his seed across the dieselās chest. Heās breathing hard and when he lifts his gaze from watching their combined fluids trickle onto the mattress his eyes are practically glowing with residual pleasure.* Mmmhhhh⦠*He moans softly, then gives Greaseball a cheeky little sneer.* I win.
*Greaseball canāt help but smile. The only good part about coming first is that he gets to watch Electra completely letting go, and itās a beautiful sight every time. Probably the only moment where Electra isnāt putting on airs, is completely vulnerable. Not to mention, gorgeous as fuck* I guess you won, but I got news for youā¦. *His smile turns wicked. He tightens his grip on Electraās ass and puts all his strength into flipping them over, crawling over Electraās body and rubbing his re-energized spike against the otherās* That was only the first heat. The real race starts now.Ā
*Electra lays there for a moment, not having anticipated the sudden shift in position, and looks up at Greaseball, narrowing his eyes slightly and pushing his hips up to generate that tantalizing friction that already has him hard again, wanting more.* Hm. Weāll see about that. Alright then, diesel. Your move. *He challenges, interested to see what Greaseball has in mind (and already trying to guess).*
*Greaseball pushes his hips harder against the electricās, looking both for friction and for dominance as he pins Electraās hips to the bed* Well, hereās how I see it. You won the first heat, so I guess now you deserve a prize. *As he speaks, he parts and bends Electraās legs until his knees are touching his chest, sparing a moment to marvel at Electraās impressive flexibility. Heās in the perfect position for Greaseball to rub his spike against his entrance, waiting to see if Electra plans to fight or take hisĀ āprizeā (the prize in question being Greaseballās spike, naturally)*
*Electra struggles a little at being forced into such a position. He knows that Greaseball knows he likes it when heās manhandled, so he canāt be bothered to pretend he doesnāt. The light touch of the dieselās slick spike against his valve threatens to undo him entirely and eventually he canāt bear not having it inside him a moment longer.* Iām assuming youāre aware thereās also a prize for second place... feel feel to claim it any time. *He quips, writhing in GBās grip in a futile attempt to gain some friction again. He wants it. Ohhh, he wants it so badly. Itās been too long.*
















