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Frag it all, that growling engine was so hot.

Heatwave loved knowing that he could pull such primal noises from his mate and pumped his digits into his sopping valve twice more before rising to his peds and approaching High Tide’s chair.

“Well….. maybe.” He bent and kissed the sea mech’s cheekplate and murmured quietly into his audio receiver. “Since you’ve been such a good boy about keeping your servos to yourself all this time~”

Resting his servos on High Tide’s arms, Heatwave rested his knees on either side of the larger mech’s hips and began to sink down onto his spike with a shuddering moan. “I want to be faceplate to faceplate while you’re filling me up and fragging me senseless~”

Panting softly, the fire bot finally managed to seat himself fully in his sparkmate’s lap. “I-it’s so big…” He squirmed a little and shivered in delight.

Taking High Tide’s wrists, he maneuvered those large servos into place at his hips and wrapped his own arms around the sea mech’s neck with a soft smile.

“I really do love it when you’re holding me… it makes everything better…” He leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his husband’s lipplates.

“…. Now please, frag me strutless…”

Heatwave chuckled. “Good~”

He released High Tide’s spike, letting his digits trail down the full length of it.

“You want a little peek at what just thinking about you does to me?”

He turned around on his knees, lowering his front end and lifting his aft to show off a wet and pulsing valve.

“Now, just imagine grabbing my waist and hauling me back~ Letting your spike sink into this tight warm little valve.” Heatwave ran a digit down either side of his entrance before pushing both deep inside himself with a wicked little moan. “Oh Tide~ Frag me…”

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The feel of digits against his windshield made Heatwave’s engine purr. Tracing his own subtle little paths over High Tide’s thighs, he dipped his helm a little lower to trail a few love bites along his sparkmate’s neck cables.

“Good to hear, I do enjoy getting to have you all to myself every once in a while… As for the workout… I suppose we could start with a little strength training.”

With a soft grunt of effort, Heatwave lifted his husband and pivoted to push the blue mech’s back plating against the wall. Grinning, he encouraged those strong legs to wrap around his waist by pressing their pelvic plating flush with a quiet but audible clang.

“Now then…” The fire bot pressed his lipplates against the sea mech’s once more, tightening his grip on High Tide’s thighs.

“How about some cardio?”

Heatwave briefly nuzzled into the warm servo on his cheekplate.

“Flattery gets you everywhere~” He squeezed High Tide’s waist before taking an absurd amount of pleasure in using a digit to tip the sea mech’s chin up so their optics met again.

“And, for the record, you’re absolutely stunning.” He lowered his helm slightly to kiss his sparkmate’s lipplates.

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High Tide’s tight grip made Heatwave shudder. There was something so incredibly beautiful about that powerful frame writhing ecstatically beneath him. He lowered his helm to press his lipplates against the heavy armor that shielded his beloved’s spark.

Panting heavily, he drove himself even harder, softly moaning High Tide’s name each time their hips connected.

“I’m so close….” The fire bot gripped dark hips almost desperately. “Tide, please~ please… overload with me….”

“‘Course~ I’ll give you… everything I have…”

Feeling High Tide shudder, Heatwave bit down a little harder.

Wrapping his arms around his lover’s thighs, he gave them a slight lift to help his spike penetrate even deeper.

The fire bot murmured barely audible praise into the sea mech’s audio receptor as their hips clanged together.

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Heatwave briefly nuzzled into the warm servo on his cheekplate.

“Flattery gets you everywhere~” He squeezed High Tide’s waist before taking an absurd amount of pleasure in using a digit to tip the sea mech’s chin up so their optics met again.

“And, for the record, you’re absolutely stunning.” He lowered his helm slightly to kiss his sparkmate’s lipplates.

It didn't take long for High Tide to show himself at the training center in a... rather peculiar height thanks to the Minimizer, most of the things around the area now barely at his reach. He did find it strange to be this small, but that wasn't his main focus now.

"'Wave?" He stopped just by be entrance, emerald optics searching for the firebot that invited. "I'm here like ye asked."

“In here, Tide!”

Heatwave was in one of the smaller training rooms, stacking extra mats against the wall. He turned and smiled as High Tide entered.

“Well, look at you…” He wrapped his arms around his sparkmate’s waist and tugged him closer.

“It’s nice to finally be able to see optic to optic.”

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It didn't take long for High Tide to show himself at the training center in a... rather peculiar height thanks to the Minimizer, most of the things around the area now barely at his reach. He did find it strange to be this small, but that wasn't his main focus now.

"'Wave?" He stopped just by be entrance, emerald optics searching for the firebot that invited. "I'm here like ye asked."

“In here, Tide!”

Heatwave was in one of the smaller training rooms, stacking extra mats against the wall. He turned and smiled as High Tide entered.

“Well, look at you…” He wrapped his arms around his sparkmate’s waist and tugged him closer.

“It’s nice to finally be able to see optic to optic.”

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“‘Course~ I’ll give you… everything I have…”

Feeling High Tide shudder, Heatwave bit down a little harder.

Wrapping his arms around his lover’s thighs, he gave them a slight lift to help his spike penetrate even deeper.

The fire bot murmured barely audible praise into the sea mech’s audio receptor as their hips clanged together.

Heatwave squeezed his optics shut and moaned out High Tide’s name.

“Keep talkin’ like that…. and I’m gonna spill…”

He forced his hips to a marginally slower pace and leaned down to nip at his sparkmate’s shoulder and neck cables.

“That what you want, Tide?…. You want it all as deep inside you as I can get it~”

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Heatwave squeezed his optics shut and moaned out High Tide’s name.

“Keep talkin’ like that…. and I’m gonna spill…”

He forced his hips to a marginally slower pace and leaned down to nip at his sparkmate’s shoulder and neck cables.

“That what you want, Tide?…. You want it all as deep inside you as I can get it~”

Heatwave gave a few more slow thrusts, just to wind them both up even further.

".... Just the thought of.... overloading deep in your valve.... Frag, it's so hot..."

His engine revved as he pulled back and began fragging his sparkmate hard and deep.

Fans kicking up to high and letting out little moans of pleasure, Heatwave caught hold of High Tide's servo and clung to it.

"Primus, you feel so ah-amazing..... love you.... so much-"

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He’s certainly not looking at those chains with interest…

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He’s the softest love I’ve ever known & the filthiest lover I’ve ever had.

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I need to be staring up at his handsome face while he puts me in a mating press and pounds mercilessly into my needy pussy.

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I’d like to see that big brute with the red eyes bend you over a piece of furniture and take you so hard you can’t walk straight for a week

“You and me both…”

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Challenging him to not put his servos on you during foreplay is very stimulating….

But so is allowing him to pin you down and frag you into the berth until your valve is overflowing and your processor is fried…

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Heatwave chuckled. “Good~”

He released High Tide’s spike, letting his digits trail down the full length of it.

“You want a little peek at what just thinking about you does to me?”

He turned around on his knees, lowering his front end and lifting his aft to show off a wet and pulsing valve.

“Now, just imagine grabbing my waist and hauling me back~ Letting your spike sink into this tight warm little valve.” Heatwave ran a digit down either side of his entrance before pushing both deep inside himself with a wicked little moan. “Oh Tide~ Frag me…”

Heatwave lifted a servo to drag a slow teasing digit along the length of High Tide’s spike.

“Driving you crazy enough to touch me is the entire point, Sweetspark~”

He tipped his helm to run his glossa along the underside of his sparkmate’s spike, casually flicking it against the tip before leaning forward to wrap his lipplates around the head, humming softly as he gave a few shallow bobs before pulling away again.

“I suppose I could start stretching out my valve…” He spread his thighs and briefly pumped two digits into his own exposed valve. Smiling almost innocently, he brought them back up to show just how wet he already was. “Just in case I need to get in your lap and ride you until we’re both overloading~”

Heatwave wrapped his wet servo around the base of High Tide’s spike and began languidly stroking it.

“That sound like a good idea?” He punctuated his question with a quick kiss to the tip of his sparkmate’s spike.

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Heatwave shuddered as the cool air against his valve gave way to a warm glossa.

“I dunno about good~ I’ve been… picturing you doing some pretty naughty stuff to me…”

The vibration from High Tide’s lipplates made him groan quietly, he wrapped his legs around his sparkmate’s waist. “Tide, please~”

Feeling almost dizzy with desire, Heatwave didn’t even need to think about it as his panels retracted. He let out a soft engine rev and reached down to run a loving servo over High Tide’s helm.

“Please do…”

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Feeling almost dizzy with desire, Heatwave didn’t even need to think about it as his panels retracted. He let out a soft engine rev and reached down to run a loving servo over High Tide’s helm.

“Please do…”

Heatwave leaned into High Tide’s touches with a needy little purr, nipping at the thumb that traced his lipplates.

“Sounds like something I would enjoy immensely…”