Heat. Heat all against him where Rung presses against his frame, and heat slipping down his intake as little trickles of transfluid are coaxed from Rung's spike. Still more heat courses through his own frame as Rung's hand rakes down against his scope, setting his sensory net alight with delicious pleasure.
Perceptor shifts, tilting his head to one side just enough to rub his cheek against that apologetic hand, but there's a shadow in his adoring gaze... He'd endured far, far worse at Drift's hands, over their brief, bright affair. Endured... enjoyed...
Craved.
He steps up his pace, glossa stroking Rung's length, bobbing his head back for a moment, before pressing back in, trying to suck Rung in even deeper, still. Following the subtle urging of Rung's hands fervently as his hips begin a slow, restless rocking. H e growls, low and deep in his vocalizer as he rubs his cheek against Rung's hand again, as if nudging that hand back toward is scope. It's okay, Rung. He can take it. He'll take anything you'll give him. All you have to do is ask.
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Perceptor shifts, tilting his head to one side just enough to rub his cheek against that apologetic hand, but there's a shadow in his adoring gaze... He'd endured far, far worse at Drift's hands, over their brief, bright affair. Endured... enjoyed...
Craved.
He steps up his pace, glossa stroking Rung's length, bobbing his head back for a moment, before pressing back in, trying to suck Rung in even deeper, still. Following the subtle urging of Rung's hands fervently as his hips begin a slow, restless rocking.
H
e growls, low and deep in his vocalizer as he rubs his cheek against Rung's hand again, as if nudging that hand back toward is scope. It's okay, Rung. He can take it. He'll take anything you'll give him. All you have to do is ask.