[Uh-uh, Smokescreen -- remember that hand touching your throat? It's tightening around it now, constricting against cables and fuel lines.]
Now now, my little Autobot. Be nice.
[Once he's made his point, he releases his grip and continues mouthing his way down Smokescreen's body, going until he's just above Smokescreen's spike and hovering there... until he pulls away, pulls back up to kiss Smokescreen on the mouth as he finally lets his own panel open with a quiet sound.
He gyrates his hips teasingly, just above Smokescreen's spike, before he says, feeling his valve become more lubricated with every word,]
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Now now, my little Autobot. Be nice.
[Once he's made his point, he releases his grip and continues mouthing his way down Smokescreen's body, going until he's just above Smokescreen's spike and hovering there... until he pulls away, pulls back up to kiss Smokescreen on the mouth as he finally lets his own panel open with a quiet sound.
He gyrates his hips teasingly, just above Smokescreen's spike, before he says, feeling his valve become more lubricated with every word,]
Tell me how much you want it. Beg.