[It's very nice, quite lovely, in fact. Not nearly as lovely as that feeling of Energon seeping out of his neck cables (that gets an interestingly high noise out of him), which only makes the feeling of lubricant starting to seep out of his valve more intense -- perfect parallels. Unfortunately, it makes it a little awkward for him to get a good look at Overlord's own spike, but he manages to get a glimpse in before he's pushed against the wall again by the momentum Overlord's managed to pick up.
Any attempts to form words fall short, degenerating into simple 'ah's and 'oh's and whimpers, and he eventually just falls into the rhythm, trying to find some way to tell the other to just get on with it but not being able to through words alone --
In the meantime, he pulls away from Overlord to try and catch the other's lips on his, halfway hoping to get a taste of his own Energon on them.
With a little twitch of his left hand, his fingers become scalpels.]
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Any attempts to form words fall short, degenerating into simple 'ah's and 'oh's and whimpers, and he eventually just falls into the rhythm, trying to find some way to tell the other to just get on with it but not being able to through words alone --
In the meantime, he pulls away from Overlord to try and catch the other's lips on his, halfway hoping to get a taste of his own Energon on them.
With a little twitch of his left hand, his fingers become scalpels.]