Pushing deep, Heatwave leaned forward to gather the cabling that hid High Tide’s faceplate from view and drew it back with a tug that was firm enough to raise his helm.
“Take a look at us, Tide~ You’re gorgeous when you’re taking my spike like a good mech.”
That firm tug at his cabling made High Tide’s spinal strut quiver underneath the firebot, gritting his dentae to hiss a moan out as his valve clenched. Unfocused optics tried to look away, but everytime he felt that tug on his cabling or even that spike pushing deep it made his helm shot back up with a whine, his armorless back flush against his chest.
“Nnhggg... H-Heat-- Ah!~” He couldn’t properly form a sentence almost, tail thumping on the floor almost rhythmically with Heatwave’s thrusts.
Heatwave used his free servo to delicately trace the scars along his sparkmate’s torso. “I love every bit of you…”
Feeling the vibrations from High Tide’s thumping tail, the firebot sped up his hips. “Don’t look away, Sweetspark…”













