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dead dove themes may be present. mdni.

[hellishlemonspens]

⠀ 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 lemons./ limes.

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[sinnedseamech]

             Of course he would ask, what kind of monster wouldn’t do it?! That answer, even if not vocal, was more than enough to have High Tide continuing, his fingers moving yet again to work on that node some more as his slitted optics kept staring at him.

             “How would ye like me to do it?” Still patient... And still so sweet! He never rushed for an immediate answer, rather placing a few kisses to his inner thighs while his digits pressed against his node some as he waited.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ' you're in * control . remember . '

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⠀ ( words come out in a mumble as he's letting that servo drag down his mask . how embarrassing . . . )

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⠀ ( how embarrassing of * heavy iron for getting so worked up when the main course hasn't been dished out . the big rig has his fans cycling at an audible volume while his spike twitches enough to see the movement . )

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[sinnedseamech]

             The way Heavy Iron called for his name had the seamech slightly arch a brow, slitted optics coming to say hello when the tip of his glossa felt... Something, pausing his movements for a moment. He still had his seal? Figures, given the outlaw title...

             That put a whole new twist into this encounter.

             “Heavy...” He said after pulling out from his array, his digits still resting on the node without moving. Whatever the outlaw had in mind, High Tide quickly shattered his expectations while keeping an uncharacteristic patient expression and soft voice.

             “Would ye like me to break yer seal?”

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( pupils show themself once more . heavy iron's shocked that high tide was even asking . his pride won't let him answer vocally -- so he simply nods his helm . pedes finally relenting and spreading further to let high tide continue his work . )

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⠀ ( but he's so, so flustered . really . his normally yellow optics are now a pinkish hue to portray blush . )

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[sinnedseamech]

             Seeing those optics pop up again made High Tide crack a little smile despite his busied mouth. A servo moved to gently rub his digits against Heavy Iron’s node in small circles, pushing his glossa just a little bit further inside until his faceplate became flush with his array.

             Was he purposefully not giving that aching spike some attention? Maybe he was... Maybe he wasn’t... His plan tonight was to make the big rig feel good with an alternative option.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( the way his valve stretches around that welcomed intrusion spoke more than it needed to . maybe even the way heavy iron shifted and squirmed underneath the other as well . )

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⠀ ' tide . . . '

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⠀ ( he calls out before high tide could -- well . he hoped he could distract high tide, but mainly * himself before the other could find out he still has that little flimsy seal still intact . gulp . when was the last time heavy iron felt this nervous and * shy . . . )

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[sinnedseamech]

             Oh he was starting to be more reactive... Good. High Tide wanted to hear every single noise Heavy Iron could make, feel that taller frame whrithe under his touch. He wanted it all.

             Dark servos forced those thighs to stay open, not managing to hold it back any longer before slowly pushing his glossa inside his valve, not unfurling it just yet.

             “Hmmr~”

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( his pupils come to say hello as his hips buck after feeling that wet glossa pushing apart his folds . ahh . heavy iron didn't know how to react other than to close his pedes -- but he's being forced opened . the shame that made itself known in his body language was palpable . )

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⠀ ( his right servo clenches as his left one comes to to cover one of his optics . he can't help but feel his hips jerk and want to move even more despite the awkwardness of his processor screaming at him . )

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[viciousbite]

Determination, filled with heat, of greedy pleasure, for himself and of wanting to see Musclehyde fall apart for him. The Racer's hips stuttered, fast thrusts battered his slick valve, over and over again. Thumb intensifying in it's rubs, with a small added vibration to push the mech over the edge.

Once those valve calipers clutched onto his spike, Flash Vector pushed right through, his exhausted frame straining and vocals glitched in their loud moans. Overloading-- over-- A burst of hot fluids poured straight inside Musclehyde's valve, the Racer's frame shook through it all, unable to stop the pumping of his hips, nor over Musclehyde's spike. Not until both emptied their transfluid reserves.

"Musclehyde~~" A glitched whining moan escaped Flash Vector's vocals, as his frame fell over the larger frame. Servos instantly clutched onto his frame, clinging on in whole frame shudders, as the charge poured out of him in waves. His spike twitched and throbbed inside him, while his empty valve spilled a puddle of lubricant down his thighs.

He swore, his legs had become a pile of loose wires, the exhaustion clear under the heated gaze he gave the larger bot. Inside him, he overload inside him. Both stuffed up with each other's fluids, ahh. Sharing... everything, frames and desires and ahh... Vector's hugging him tightly with weak arms.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( musclehyde's rumbling is attempting to be a grounding motion for flash vector . his ventilation wasn't far off from flash vector's own . battered and still reeling from their shared overload . )

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⠀ ( but even musclehyde couldn't stay up forever . his arms slowly came up after vector had began to hug him -- arms are not as strong as they normally are when they pull their beloved in close for a warm embrace . )

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⠀ ' mmmn . . . that was * good . . . '

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⠀ ( musclehyde snorts ever so slightly . his tone takes on one of pure affection as he's nuzzling his mask against flash vector's . a small zap coming from the motion . )

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[hotcakesready]

⠀ if you push your fingers deep enough you'll find the brat off button

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[hellishlemonspens]

[hotcakesready]

⠀ you're so funny get naked

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[hellishlemonspens]

[viciousbite]

Not stopping, won't stop, can't stop. Musclehyde didn't have to say more, as soft array of moans poured out of the Racer in his chase for pleasure. His valve's addicting, so wet and hot, that he could stay in there forever.

It's hard to focus on his servos while mindlessly pistoning in and out of the bigger frame. So he let his processors wander, of the impossible, of filling him, while being filled by the heavy spike rested in his servo. The strokes traveled from the tip of his spike to the rest of it, up and down. Holding back the speed of his servo to not over strain the sensitive segments, but in place, his digits tightened their hold. Slow and precise.

"I'm-- getting close-- Ahh." Flash Vector moaned out, vocals pitching in tone. Unable to take his optics off Musclehyde, he watched each ripple of his frame, of his expressions, of how his valve clenched around him. His thumb rubbing eagerly at his node to encourage him closer to the edge, and to feel him cling onto his throbbing spike.

His whole frame's on fire, steaming, and revving, charge at an all time high. The peak, right at the edge, held back by sheer will of his processors.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( the increase in pace, at least what felt like an increase has him forcing his mask against a pillow once more . ahh, ah . he can feel the nice tingles traveling down his frame with each roll of his hips in response to flash vector's thrusts . )

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⠀ ' i'm . . . i'm close .ᐟ ~ '

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⠀ ( his voice is strained as he's feeling his calipers clench around that girth . even if it's not as big as his toys, it certainly can make him overload . along with the stimulation given to his node -- ahh that's driving him insane . )

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⠀ ( before he knows it, his spike is giving a twitch in flash vector's grasp before he's overloading with a guttural moan . optics dimming as he's huffing and puffing . the transfluid splatters onto the other's chassis -- what a beautiful sight . . . )

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[sinnedseamech]

             That got High Tide to smile some more, patting at one of his thighs before moving again. He kept spreading some kisses along that needy shaft, lightly licking at the spikehead a few times... But his focus was elsewhere.

             Shifting some more, the mech drank into the view before for a few moments before dipping his helm lower, slowly sliding his glossa across his dermas and lightly flicking at the tip.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( he's letting out a grunt as he's being flicked . other than that . . . he's keeping the noises very quiet . or not existent at all . but as high tide dips lower, he realizes what is happening . and his thighs can't help but close up in response . oh come on . heavy iron clearly tenses up as another sound leaves his vocalizer . )

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⠀ ' ttdde . . . '

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⠀ ( high tide's designation through a * very strained vocalizer . )

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[viciousbite]

Digits dragged up Musclehyde's spike, until his servo covered up the tip. Flash Vector focused on the spot, with extra tightness, stroking the tip up and down while smearing any leaking fluids around it. Holding the thing, that spread him apart moments earlier, the spike, he'd love to fit fully inside him. One day, one day he'll take it all.

But for now, he must focus on Musclehyde's soft, tight, beautiful valve. Valve that, for their size difference, managed to clench around his shaft in the best ways. Pleasure spread in waves with each thrust, and push of Musclehyde's hips against him.

The ridges beneath his spike dragged across sensors, occasionally catching between calipers, pleasantly tugging at the walls. Soft, and harmless, only there to stimulate inner sensors. Plus with his speed, it's a constant tug and push, as Vector rutted into him with quick snaps of his hips.

"Ahh, Ah, Aahh. You look so-- so, hot like this. Big and, ahh, beautiful-- I can't get enough." Keeping his inner thoughts in came with difficulty with his processors scrambled with pleasure. The heavy ache within his joints couldn't stop him from moving, of pushing his spike as deep as it could go. Faster-- Fast-- His engines revved, thighs shaking as his free servo reached down to press it's thumb against Musclehyde's node.

Pleasure him, at all angles, all spots. Get out more of those delightful moans.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( covering the tip of his spike had him whining once more . ahh that hurt . hurt -- but it hurt * good . maybe he was a masochist . and he was now just realizing this with his barely coherent thoughts . )

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⠀ ( but the words that escaped flash vector's own vocalizer had him blushing even more . his yellow optics took on a light pink hue as he was letting out another bubbly noise . not quite a giggle -- moreso another moan . )

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⠀ ' don't . -- don't stop . . . '

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⠀ ( rasps out the bigger mech as he can feel the transfluid gush out from his valve, the smooth slide in and out of that smaller spike felt so * good . he just can't help but groan with a servo slapped against his forehelm . along with the stimulation to his node .ᐣ gosh . that has him becoming even more vocal .ᐟ )

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[sinnedseamech]

             Unfortunately for Heavy Iron, he’s gonna keep looking and even harder now, his glossa sliding across his fangs at the sight before him with a quiet purr.

             “Beautiful...” High Tide didn’t take longer to get into work, keeping those legs spread apart as he trailed down and pressed light kisses at his bothered spike, slowly, from the base to the very tip.

             “What do ye want me to do? Hm?” He could easily move straight to the action, but he wanted to see and study more of the big rig’s reactions, his voice low and slightly deeper.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( don't call him beautiful .ᐟ that has his engines revving even more as he's squirming ever so slightly . he's not used to all the sweet talk . . . it's so weird .ᐟ )

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⠀ ( weird enough to turn him on even more . weird enough to cause him to stutter as he's responding back . deus . he hated how his voice cracked as he's speaking . his servo had to come up to press against his mask . . . )

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⠀ ' anything's good . . . '

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[viciousbite]

From a hot wild bull fragging him senseless to this, a cute, almost shy, bot, spread out wide for the taking. Musclehyde's whines dragged out the charge within Vector's frame, built it back up with such speed that made his hips and servo stutter so that the size-able spike gained a small squeeze.

"A-Ahh, S-sorry." He quickly spilled out from his vocals and loosened the hold on his spike. Get it together, Flash Vector, give Musclehyde the pleasure he craved. Batter those folds, and his insides and-- Flash Vector whined with a mix of a moan as his thrusts gained speed.

From slowness came utter desperation, like a mech possessed, he put in the last of his energy to push his spike in and out of his wet folds. His plating clanking against his with scrapes of paint transfer. Quick snaps of his hips, his speed showing, like he's afraid to lose the connection, to lose the bot beneath him.

"Ahh, Fra-- Ahh, Musclehyde~ Warm, your valve's so warm...! Feels so good, Mmhh!" More, more-- His inner thoughts are pouring out.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ' snrrt -- don't be * sorry . '

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⠀ ( musclehyde snorts -- followed by a giggle that escaped him before a gasp is leaving his vocalizer with the picked up speed . his back arches, forcing his abdominal plating to press against his spike that pulsed around that welcoming servo pumping at it . )

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⠀ ( this was * perfect . if musclehyde were to possibly offline now -- he would offline happy . very happy . evident in the way he began to pant with little moans spilling from his vocalizer . )

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⠀ ( his hips ground back against flash vector's . not as fast, but powerful enough to make the friction all the more delicious as he's finding himself rumbling in satisfaction . )

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[viciousbite]

Ah, Musclehyde's getting charged up too again, with how that big spike's pressurizing before the Racer's optics. A delicious sight, worth devouring with his optics.

Flash Vector's servos reached to stroke over his abdominal plates and his back. His hips slowly pushed forward, with his spike nicely aimed, the tip sank into Musclehyde's valve with smooth ease. One segment at a time, until the whole length settled inside. The tightness, and warmth pushed out a moan from his vocals.

"It's, ahh, so-- so good." His vocals stuttered in a heated mess, as the servo by his fluid covered abdominal plates turned it's attention on Musclehyde's spike. His long digits wrapped around the girth, slowly stroking it besides his short grinds into his valve. Getting used to the sensation, and to bask in the sight before him.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( the sight wasn't a let down at all . musclehyde's optics couldn't meet flash vector's -- his gaze is on his own spike, twitching and leaking in flash vector's grasp . ahh, ah . that felt good . good enough to thrust into flash vector's digits . )

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⠀ ( with a decisive grunt, his optics shut as he's turning his helm . helm's tilting so that his neck cabling is exposed, as well as to let his mask press against a pillow as he's letting out a muffled whine . )

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⠀ ( a whine that begged for more, that's for sure . )

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[viciousbite]

To hear him reassure him, raised Flash Vector's confidence. Size doesn't matter, it's how you use it, isn't it? He used his digits in there, and got him falling apart upon them, so why did he doubt his ability to do it with his spike? His spike that stood perky and eager for more.

"If you will have it, I'll give it to you." The racer's vocals came out with heated conviction, his tired frame pushing into action. Inside, he wanted to feel it, he wanted Musclehyde to feel it all. He wanted to fill him like he filled him with his-- The thought brought out a full frame pulse of a charge, that made him softly moan.

His helm filled with the mech besides him, with the lewdest of images, as his thigh slid in deeper between his thighs. Vector's servos lifted one of the larger mech's thighs, spreading him wider apart to fit in between. Seated upon one thigh, he slowly rocked his hips upon it, sliding in closer until his spike rested by the side of those plump folds.

May the power of desire, and lust give him energy, as he gripped his spike and angled the tip to nudge between Musclehyde's soft folds. He rubbed, and soaked in the leaking fluids before pressing the tip by the edge of his calipers.

"It's only fair that, ahh, that we both get filled today, mm?" Woah, seeing him from this angle made him look all the more hotter and sexier, ahh, the sight made his spike twitch.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ( musclehyde's waist twisted as he's feeling that spike press against his aching folds . ahh . still so sensitive from the overloads a few hours prior . . . he's even letting out a whimper with a fist against his mask . optics becoming half lidded as he's shifting his hips back and forth . )

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⠀ ( he really wants to feel that inside of him . . . musclehyde is so impatient .ᐟ )

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⠀ ( his own spike is pressurizing on instinct . leaking from the head as it awaits for the teasing to stop .ᐟ .ᐟ .ᐟ )

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[deaddovesummer]

Dead Dove Summer: Mix and Match

For reblogging and individual prompt purposes I present: The Mix 'n' Match card! Feel free to save, reblog or use as an ask-prompter to do your do.

[viciousbite]

An involuntary whine escaped Flash Vector's vocals at the empty sensation within his valve. His calipers fluttered and tightened, holding onto the remains of Musclehyde's transfluid as the Racer changed his focus on the pleasant strokes by his spike.

"Hahh, my spike? Even if ... it's not as big as yours?" Heat poured up his frame, until steam leaked out of his vents. His thigh nudging between Musclehyde's inviting ones, until it pressed against his warm folds. A break, huh? But his frame still thrummed with charge, like a needy beast, with a tired edge to it.

With Musclehyde putting on such a delightful show, he couldn't help but rock into his servo with spike eagerly twitching, while the Racer's rubbing his thigh against his folds. He wanted to eat him up. He wanted inside him, he wanted.. he wanted.. Ahh~

He found his servo dragging by the wet mess on Musclehyde's abdominal plates before he realized and, soon between those strong thighs. Two digits pawing at his node.

[hellishlemonspens]

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⠀ ' the size isn't what matters . '

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⠀ ( his node being pawed at has his hips jerking ever so slightly . he can feel his abdominal plating shift and clench as he's finding his frame twisting . that felt -- good . . . )

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⠀ ' * vector . ~ '

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⠀ ( musclehyde moans out his designation with the back of his servo pressed against his mask . hot air left his systems in a huge wave as he's feeling his vents struggle to regulate his insides . ahh, his valve is clenching at the air once more . )

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⠀ ( he may be trying to save face and act nonchalant, but he definitely wants to feel flash vector himself -- he may not have size . . . but he does have * speed . . . no .ᐣ . )

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