Nngghf-fuck! *Electra moans, the intense vibrations from Greaseball’s 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 GB’s 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 Greasball’s chest to steady himself* Oh, f-Greaseball-!
( @the-diesel-engine )
*It’s 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* That’s r-real good, Sparks, that’s… real… huaahh! *He doesn’t 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 Electra’s 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*
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 diesel’s chest. He’s 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 can’t help but smile. The only good part about coming first is that he gets to watch Electra completely letting go, and it’s a beautiful sight every time. Probably the only moment where Electra isn’t putting on airs, is completely vulnerable. Not to mention, gorgeous as fuck* I guess you won, but I got news for you…. *His smile turns wicked. He tightens his grip on Electra’s ass and puts all his strength into flipping them over, crawling over Electra’s body and rubbing his re-energized spike against the other’s* That was only the first heat. The real race starts now.
*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. We’ll 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 electric’s, looking both for friction and for dominance as he pins Electra’s hips to the bed* Well, here’s how I see it. You won the first heat, so I guess now you deserve a prize. *As he speaks, he parts and bends Electra’s legs until his knees are touching his chest, sparing a moment to marvel at Electra’s impressive flexibility. He’s in the perfect position for Greaseball to rub his spike against his entrance, waiting to see if Electra plans to fight or take his ‘prize’ (the prize in question being Greaseball’s spike, naturally)*
*Electra struggles a little at being forced into such a position. He knows that Greaseball knows he likes it when he’s manhandled, so he can’t be bothered to pretend he doesn’t. The light touch of the diesel’s slick spike against his valve threatens to undo him entirely and eventually he can’t bear not having it inside him a moment longer.* I’m assuming you’re aware there’s also a prize for second place… feel feel to claim it any time. *He quips, writhing in GB’s grip in a futile attempt to gain some friction again. He wants it. Ohhh, he wants it so badly. It’s been too long.*
*Greaseball grins. That was about as close to a ‘please, fuck me now!’ as he was going to get from Electra right now, but it was still music to his ears. Oh, he’d missed this. Fighting and bantering for dominance with Electra was the sweetest dance. There was no one else who came close to this, no one else he lov- er, liked as much as the electric. Liked. For sex. Yep.* Not bad at all, for a second place prize... *Greaseball huffs and pushes his hips forward in a single smooth move, pressing his spike all the way in and leaning in just inches from Electra’s face to take in his expression*













