[He's not sure how long he can keep taking this. Not that it feels bad, not that he's in pain, or anything like that. There is just too much. More stimulation and sparking energy than he's ever felt before.]
[He can't keep still, he keeps jerking forward, trying to press himself down against the other's mouth, wanting more pressure, more feeling. It's maddening, but it's not enough. He doesn't know what he needs -- only that it's more.]
[So when Predaking pulls away, he actually gasps in protest, shivering, staring up at him with his one optic glazed and desperate. He doesn't get a chance to question it, though. There's the kiss, and suddenly more teasing, and he can't hold himself in check.]
[His legs try to wrap around the bigger bot's waist, pressing closer, hurriedly.]
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[He can't keep still, he keeps jerking forward, trying to press himself down against the other's mouth, wanting more pressure, more feeling. It's maddening, but it's not enough. He doesn't know what he needs -- only that it's more.]
[So when Predaking pulls away, he actually gasps in protest, shivering, staring up at him with his one optic glazed and desperate. He doesn't get a chance to question it, though. There's the kiss, and suddenly more teasing, and he can't hold himself in check.]
[His legs try to wrap around the bigger bot's waist, pressing closer, hurriedly.]