#midnight-obey

[r31gn1t3d]

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“If you keep touching me, round two is happening whether you like it or not.” Cloudflare to Silver & Trip. | @midnight-obey

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | Still accepting

Silver is straddling Cloudflare's middle at that point, grinning down at them. His visor disappeared somewhere during round one. "You say that like it's supposed to be a threat," Silver muses, tracing one line of Cloudflare's biolights with the tip of one finger, "but I'm taking it more as encouragement." He glances sidelong at Trip. "Unless you're objecting?"

Trip is laying beside the both of them, on his side with his helm propped up on his hand. His other hand runs idly along Silver's flank, down over Cloudflare's hip, and back up again. His own visor is still in place, but he's smiling crookedly. "Did you hear me complaining? Aren't you supposed to be good at reading the room?" The tilt of his helm shifts just enough to make it clear he's looking at Cloud as he says it.

[r31gn1t3d]

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Umber has decided to play a little game and started to gentle nibble against Blacklight neck while he was relaxing. Gently palming his hip a little to send a message | @midnight-obey

The thing is, Blacklight is also capable of playing games. He smirks, though his expression is inscrutable behind his mask, and he tips his head to the side to let her have better access to his neck. Beyond that, though, he continues scrolling through his datapad like nothing is happening.

The message has been received, but she'll need to try a little harder if she wants a response.

[red-in-revolt]

👀 + Onyxstorm making sure Spyder was fueled to capacity before chasing him around the ship while the lights flicker adding to the tension. As she then captures him and breeds him repeatedly. While letting him wiggle to try and escape.

"....oh. That um...sure. That... I could do that."

[r31gn1t3d]

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Cloudflare has taken Trip away from his hyper focus of work for a bit of fun. Pinning him down and rutting against him clear on their intentions. Once that happens they thrusted into him in one smooth stroke and proceeded to blow his struts out. And then giving Trip a datapad with drink menu for him to go through and find the one he'd probably want after they were done with him. | @midnight-obey

Trip leaves his work a bit like a cat being reluctantly manhandled; he doesn't argue, but he doesn't make the process any easier. Right up until he realizes what Cloudflare's actual goal is, and then he gets much more cooperative. He grinds against them as they pin him to the berth until his panels slide open, and he hitches a leg over one of their hips to urge them on.

With the first thrust, he throws his helm back with an emphatic, "Fuck," and his claws dig into their plating as he clutches at them.

Afterward, as he vents steam, he accepts the datapad with a quiet huff of laughter. He glances over it for half a second before jabbing a claw at what seems like the least-sweet drink on the menu.