powerglider:

tourettes-tank:

powerglider:

…I am. Good thing this isn’t my berth though~ -rolls over and oh. now your berth is filthy. yawns contently- Weeelp I’m tired…

+blink+ Hey— +turns to scold him but sighs+ Well ya can sleep here buddy, but I”m kickin ya out in the mornin! 

-snickers- Yeah, yeah. -streeetches and takes up your whole berth and settles in happily, offlining optics as he yawns again and falls asleep-

……………..+rolls his optics and sits at the table, turning off his audios so he doesn’t have to deal with Powerglides snoring.+

powerglider:

…I am. Good thing this isn’t my berth though~ -rolls over and oh. now your berth is filthy. yawns contently- Weeelp I’m tired…

+blink+ Hey— +turns to scold him but sighs+ Well ya can sleep here buddy, but I”m kickin ya out in the mornin! 

powerglider:

-groans and shudders- ‘Ey shuttup…-shoves his shoulder with his foot tiredly, but playfully and groans softly- Hnnn… Y-your perfect as always there, ‘Path… -chuckles and reaches a hand up to rub his face, systems still cooling-

+Slowly pulls out of him and shuts his panel, stroking his hands over Gliders sides+ Course!  +picks him up and places him on the berth+ ZOW! Guess ya really needed that?

-shudders and dims optics at the affectionate touches- Mmm I— eh..! -makes a bit of a startled noise as he’s picked up and moved but relaxes on the berth once he’s placed there-…Hnn…Eh, just a little… mm’or a lot… -shakes head and sits up with a grunt to look at his front- …Slag I’m filthy… -flops back down and sighs-..Hnn…

+chuckles and shudders, sitting next to him+ Complain complain POW! Ya are pretty dirty though. +elbows him+

powerglider:

tourettes-tank:

powerglider:

-oh he didn’t evne have to makre sure. seconds before Warpath’s own overload, Powerglide exploded. He arched, crying out the tank’s name loudly in overload, vocalizer laced with static as he frame rattled, the table groaning in protest again as his hands clenched deep dents into the metal. He had nothing intelligible to say at this point, just a string of shaky curses as he felt his own hot lubricant splatter onto his own abdomen and chest. his port clenched tight, and he gave a shudder at the feeling of the tank’s own lubricants filling him, one hand shooting up at that moment to push the tank’s turret up  away from his face, as if he expected it to go off, but when it didn’t he let his frame collapse weakly on the table- H-hnn…. -vents hard, engine slowing as he onlined his optics dimly-…. D…Didn’ go off that time… -chuckles and gives another hard vent- …Guess ya learned t’control it, mm? -shivers and groans a little, his hips were starting to pound now. Oh yeah, he’d feel this tomorrow, but that was in the back of his mind right now- Hnnn….

+His erratic thrusts slowed to dull pumps until he just stayed burried deep within him+ A-Ahhh…M-maybe you just have to be a b-better zoomzammin frag to get me to fire…+grins teasingly and jerks roughly into him once. Tired hands floated over his legs and he turned his head to kiss gliders pede+ H-Hahhh wow…+chuckles and gently rubs your softening spike.+

-groans and shudders- ‘Ey shuttup…-shoves his shoulder with his foot tiredly, but playfully and groans softly- Hnnn… Y-your perfect as always there, ‘Path… -chuckles and reaches a hand up to rub his face, systems still cooling-

+Slowly pulls out of him and shuts his panel, stroking his hands over Gliders sides+ Course!  +picks him up and places him on the berth+ ZOW! Guess ya really needed that?

powerglider:

-oh he didn’t evne have to makre sure. seconds before Warpath’s own overload, Powerglide exploded. He arched, crying out the tank’s name loudly in overload, vocalizer laced with static as he frame rattled, the table groaning in protest again as his hands clenched deep dents into the metal. He had nothing intelligible to say at this point, just a string of shaky curses as he felt his own hot lubricant splatter onto his own abdomen and chest. his port clenched tight, and he gave a shudder at the feeling of the tank’s own lubricants filling him, one hand shooting up at that moment to push the tank’s turret up  away from his face, as if he expected it to go off, but when it didn’t he let his frame collapse weakly on the table- H-hnn…. -vents hard, engine slowing as he onlined his optics dimly-…. D…Didn’ go off that time… -chuckles and gives another hard vent- …Guess ya learned t’control it, mm? -shivers and groans a little, his hips were starting to pound now. Oh yeah, he’d feel this tomorrow, but that was in the back of his mind right now- Hnnn….

+His erratic thrusts slowed to dull pumps until he just stayed burried deep within him+ A-Ahhh…M-maybe you just have to be a b-better zoomzammin frag to get me to fire…+grins teasingly and jerks roughly into him once. Tired hands floated over his legs and he turned his head to kiss gliders pede+ H-Hahhh wow…+chuckles and gently rubs your softening spike.+

powerglider:

-arches on the table, mouth opening in a loud, static laced moan- F-frag!! -oh this was all too good, too much! he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out as he felt ‘Path stimulate every node, every spot on him perfectly- G-ghnn! FRAG!! -his fans scream louder, vents hitching as his grip tightened on the table, metal groaning. He could feel the dents and scratches being made, making the inside of his thighs throb, but he didn’t care right now. He leaked more lubricants onto the floor, port clenching tighter, frame trembling and squirming. oh he was close, it was building faster the harder ‘Path got with him, and soon even his engines were revving, rattling his heated frame on the table- Slag! H-haa…!

+Groans roughly as he pounds into the flier over and over, his own engines rattling as he he got close too. He could feel his cord get even harder inside him+ S-Slag ahhhh~! +His hips snapped into him making a loud resounding CLANK as their hips met and his head clenched tighter on Powerglides cord, clenching and unclenching quickly before just full on jerking him off+ C-Close…AH! +with one final hard thrust he burried inside of him, bursting his hot lubricants into his valve+ POW!! + he continued to pound into the jet, making for absolute sure that he would finish.+