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Some days, Knock Out just felt like teasing Breakdown.
He loved his partner dearly, and part of that love was watching him squirm as he showed off all of his curves. Seeing Breakdown do everything in his power not to pin him to the nearest surface and frag his lights out was… hot, to say the least.
Especially considering he had done it before.
So today, Knock Out was in a teasing mood. He made it his mission to get Breakdown as worked up as possible, doing whatever he could that would make the big brute’s systems overheat.
Whenever he reached for something, Knock Out would bend all the way over, showing off his polished and glimmering white midriff while making soft gasps of effort.
Whenever he was doing work, he always made sure to stand in a position where the full beauty of his frame could be admired, hip cocked, long legs crossed, and always a concentrated little pout on his face.
Even his walking was a tease. Normally Knock Out always moved with a flirtatious sway to his hips, but he pushed it up a notch in Breakdown's company. He swivelled his hips in slow, tantalizing movements, showing off that pristine, bright red aft that was practically begging to be claimed. He shot frequent seductive glances back at his partner, a silent invitation to come and get it.
And get it he did.
At the end of his shift, while Knock Out was cleaning up, Breakdown suddenly burst through the door looking hungry .
“Knock Out.” Was all he said.
“Breakdown.” Knock Out turned around, hand on his hip and a smirk playing on his mouth. “Do you need something?”
“You know damn well what I need.” Breakdown stalked forward until he loomed in front of the medic, looking like he was going to swallow him whole.
Knock Out couldn’t help but shiver.
“Do I?” He feigned ignorance, leaning back onto the counter behind him, hands placed on the surface for support. Knock Out knew how he looked here; trim waist on display and just waiting for a big strong mech to grab it. Judging by the way Breakdown was staring, he knew it was only a matter of time.
Knock Out pretended to think. “Hm, I can’t possibly think of what you might need,” he said. The medic moved to leave. “Now if you excuse me, I need to-”
Before he could even take a step, Breakdown, grabbing him with a hand that could nearly encircle his waist, pushed him back against the counter again, and stepped forward to box him in even more. Now he had nowhere to go.
“What you need to do,” Breakdown began. “Is be a good little spikesleeve and take care of this .”
Right on cue, the telltale shck of a panel opening revealed Breakdown’s long, thick, hard spike already dripping transfluid, just waiting for a valve or a mouth to envelop it.
Knock Out, short enough that Breakdown’s spike bumped against his chest, gulped.
“Well, I-”
He didn’t get the chance to finish. With one swift movement, Breakdown grabbed Knock Out by the shoulders and pushed down , forcing the red mech onto his knees.
With Knock Out’s helm just high enough that it was level with the huge, waiting spike in front of him, he could only utter one thing.
“Ah.”
Breakdown placed his hands on the counter above and glared down at him. “C’mon, pretty mech. Blow me. ”
Knock Out looked up at Breakdown’s expectant face, then back to his spike. Silently thanking Primus again for giving him a weak gag reflex, he opened his mouth wide, and took in the tip.
Even after having given Breakdown so many blowjobs in the past, Knock Out was still amazed at how wide he had to open his mouth just to fit that spike in. If he hadn’t gotten facial mods just for that purpose, he doubted he would be able to last even a minute before tiring.
Breakdown groaned as Knock Out swirled that dexterous tongue over his tip, around and around in a circular motion. He worked slowly, making sure no inch of spike was left unsucked. When he eventually moved to take even more of his length, Breakdown’s hips jerked forward, leading Knock Out to grab his partner’s legs to brace himself.
Wet, lewd noises filled the air as Knock Out sucked, licked, and worshiped Breakdown’s spike. He swept his tongue every which way, bobbing his head up and down and letting soft, satisfied moans out every so often as he worked.
With every suck, Knock Out could feel Breakdown’s composure slipping; his grunts were rougher and wilder, and he thrust his hips forward more often, even occasionally getting Knock Out to gag a little as his spike reached near the back of his throat. When Knock Out gave a particularly hard suck, making an obscene noise as his tongue dragged down the length, Breakdown finally lost control.
Grabbing Knock Out’s head, the medic could only let out a muffled mmph before Breakdown pulled him forward, forcing his spike fully down Knock Out’s throat. Before he even had a chance to recover, Breakdown was already pulling out, before thrusting back in as he began face-fucking Knock Out, sliding in and out of the wet heat of that mouth.
Breakdown was treating his face like a used toy strictly for pleasure, and Knock Out could barely hold on, loudly gagging repeatedly as that spike reached deep down his throat. Helpless against the brute’s strength, Knock Out could only take it as his mouth was thoroughly dominated.
“Fuck!” Breakdown was shamelessly moaning now, his pace only increasing as he neared his overload. Finally, with the pent up charge from an entire day’s worth of teasing, Breakdown overloaded hard, holding Knock Out’s face to his pelvis as he spilled all his transfluid down the red mech’s throat. Struggling to swallow it all, fluid began leaking out of the medic’s mouth in a filthy display.
Eventually, Breakdown let go, and Knock Out slid off his spike with a slick noise as he fell back against the counter coughing, struggling to regain his bearings.
Knock Out… had not been used like that in a long time. He had forgotten how it felt, to be treated like a whore in the dumps of Velocitron, his main purpose to provide pleasure with no care for his own. And Knock Out; posh, elegant, beautiful Knock Out, secretly loved it. The fact that his panel was already open, his valve gushing lubricant proved that.
“P-primus, Breakdown.” Knock Out could barely speak, throat completely sore. He moved to get up, and Breakdown put his hands on his sides to steady him. “Did I r-rile you up that much?”
Breakdown smirked, satisfied. “Oh, you have no idea.”
That was when Knock Out looked down, and noticed Breakdown’s spike, already hard again and ready for action.
Knock Out chuckled nervously, backing up before realizing he had nowhere to go. “H-hey, Breakdown. We can talk about this. Surely you’re not raring to go again this quickly.”
In response, Breakdown shot a dangerous grin.
“Oh, I don’t think we’ll be doing much talking.”
That was the last thing Breakdown said before he suddenly picked Knock Out up, and turned him around before pushing his torso forward, bending the smaller mech over the counter. Leaning forward as well, his spike pushed up against Knock Out’s aft as Breakdown moved to growl in his audial.
“Heh, wet for me already?" Knock Out shivered at the larger mech’s downright possessive tone.
“Just get on with it!” He whined.
Leaning back to maneuver his spike, Breakdown smirked. “As you wish.”
He pressed the tip against Knock Out’s outer mesh lips, sliding up and down to get a feel for his partner. Once he was satisfied, Breakdown slowly pushed in.
Like always, it was a tight fit. Knock Out could only grip the other end of the counter so hard as Breakdown moved his massive spike deeper into his relatively tiny valve, gasping as he felt his walls stretch with effort. Feeling big hands on his thighs, the racer’s legs were subsequently spread even further to the point he was nearly doing a split, allowing Breakdown to delve even deeper.
Knock Out couldn’t get enough of this. Being filled to the brim, speechless and seeing stars as his valve was stretched beyond what it had been forged for; it was mind-shattering every single time.
When Breakdown finally couldn’t push any further, three-fourths in, he stopped. “What a dirty little whore.” He rumbled. “I made it even further than last time.” He grabbed Knock Out’s wrists with his right hand, easily dwarfing their size together, and pinned them to his back, while still holding on to his thigh with the left. He then leaned forward so the medic couldn’t budge his legs if he could still feel them.
“I wonder,” Breakdown whispered into his audial. “Maybe next time you’ll finally take the whole thing?”
Knock Out’s whimper and the sudden squeezing around his spike let Breakdown know what he thought of that idea.
“Good,” he purred. “Now, let’s continue your punishment .”
With Knock Out’s valve thoroughly stretched and slicked, it was easy for Breakdown to slide his spike nearly all the way out, before slamming it back in. Knock Out screamed as Breakdown immediately set a punishing rhythm, driving in and out mercilessly while jerking the smaller mech forward with the force of every thrust.
“So… damn tight!” Breakdown gasped, his spike squeezed by the soft mesh of Knock Out’s valve as it hugged every bump and ridge of his array. This was why he loved fragging smaller bots; the tightness was unreal.
As for Knock Out, the feeling of being split open by that colossal spike practically emptied his processor of any thoughts other than the present. The only sound he could make were moans as the giant brute absolutely ruined his valve.
Belatedly, Knock Out realized that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t escape this situation. His arms were pinned, his legs were forcibly spread, and the fact that Breakdown was nearly twice his height meant that Knock Out was well and thoroughly trapped. He was completely and utterly at Breakdown’s mercy.
And that was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.
With a shout, Knock Out overloaded hard, static filling his vision as his systems shut down from the sudden burst of energy. The last thing he felt was Breakdown’s twitching spike inside him before everything went dark, and he crashed.
Knock Out had been resoundingly, absolutely, thoroughly fucked. And he enjoyed every minute of it.
He didn’t know how long he had been out for, but when Knock Out onlined again, he was in his and Breakdown’s shared berth in their room. His systems were still booting up slowly from the sudden shutdown, so he groggily sat up and scanned his surroundings.
Where was Breakdown? His partner was nowhere to be found, so Knock Out took the time to assess himself.
Checking the time, he found that an hour had passed while he was out, nearly a record. Obviously, his aft was still sore, and Knock Out winced as he shifted position slightly. Looking down at his frame, the medic found that it had been wiped down, no transfluid to be found as well as on his face. He could still taste it on his tongue though, and Knock Out was once again awed at just how much Breakdown had pumped into him. His tanks still felt full from how much he swallowed down.
Speaking of which, Knock Out really needed a cube now. But just as he moved to get up, Breakdown strolled in, a cube in hand and whistling a jolly Earth tune.
“Oh, you’re up!” Breakdown smiled at him. “How are you?”
“Everything hurts,” Knock Out complained. “You were quite rough.”
Breakdown looked alarmed. “What?!” He exclaimed. “Was that too much? Oh Primus, I know you told me to go hard on you, but I should have-”
Knock Out quickly silenced him. “No, no, no! That was a compliment , darling. In fact, I think we should do this more often.” He rubbed his lower back. “It seems I quite underestimated the… aftermath, though.”
“Yeah,” Breakdown chuckled, relieved. He moved over to Knock Out, handing him the cube and sitting beside him.
Knock Out smiled gratefully. “Thank you.” He took a sip, wincing slightly as he opened his mouth wider.
“I cleaned the medbay up,” Breakdown said after a moment. “Wasn’t really that messy. You, on the other hand…”
Knock Out shot a playful grin. “Oh yes. You absolutely defiled me, didn’t you?” He laughed at Breakdown’s embarrassed blush. “I should thank you for the cleaning and not leaving me filthy… though I must admit I enjoyed the feeling of your transfluid on my frame. Especially my face. I wouldn’t mind if it was left there next time.”
Breakdown shook his head. “You say that, but then you’ll get mad when I actually do it.”
Knock Out pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Why, Breakdown, I would never do that!” A second passed by before Knock Out burst into laughter again. Breakdown rolled his optics fondly.
Once he calmed down, the medic scooched closer to lean against his larger companion, who put an arm around him. Wagging a finger to beckon him down, he and Breakdown met in a soft kiss.
“I love you,” Knock Out said.
“Love you too,” Breakdown said back.
Knock Out smirked. “And I love the way you show it.”