Idw kup is getting fucking POUNDED by s/o
Then the wreckers walk in
"Kup, please! Oh, frag- we'll get caught," Your hips repeatedly meet his with fervor, an involuntary and erratic pace despite your pleading. Your sweetspark ignores your whining, back flush to a dirty and scuffed ship wall while one of his strong legs holds your hips firm to his own. With how rapidly he fucks himself on your spike, it's more like he's fucking himself and using you as little more than a tool.
"If you're not begging to overload in me, I don't wanna hear it," Kup grunts, brow pinched like he's aiming at a rapidly moving target, digits twitching around the scruff of your neck. You don't dare disobey, almost unable to, your spike working in and out of his dripping valve at a pace sure to leave paint transfers all over the both of you. You both must look quite the sight, venting and heaving and touching all over each other.
You know they'll be done soon, back from making one last trip around the Decepticon cruiser. You'd much rather not be caught fragging your commander in a gunfire-singed hallway. In fact, you've been caught more times than you would like. At this rate, the Wreckers may forcibly separate you two just for their own sanity. It's on you at this point, unable to resist just how hot and tight Kup's valve is. The way he always ends up fucking himself on your spike is overwhelming and usually too tempting to object.
"Kup, we've- Oh, Primus!" Springer, frequent victim of your passionate quickies, makes a show of covering his optics and moving back around the corner. Someone whistles and hollers, more for the responding laughter than for the idea of seeing you frag Kup. "At least wait till you're in private!"
