Duke bit his lipplates, Gunmax Armor's cord pounding into him. The ambulance mech was pressed against the wall, bumper scraping the surface and palms flat. The larger mech was supporting him, servos gripping his thighs as he slammed into the tight valve. Duke pressed his jawguard agaist the wall, panting. He was so close to overload, Gunmax hitting hard and deep.
And then suddenly it all stopped, Gunmax pulling out entirely and chuckling.
"wh-what?" Duke stammered, processor reeling. "Why did y-you stop?" He felt little nibbles to his helm wings, and heard another small chuckle.
"Before I let you overload, let me explain to you a thing, baby," the biker mech chortled, glossa tracing the disk audial on Duke's helm. "I do not like being interrupted when I am with my bike. She is a very demanding lady." He started to slowly slide his cord back into Duke, the white mech whining. "And when she gets jealous, she sputters. We can't have that, can we? I like my baby running hot." He hilted himself, smirking. "So next time you wanna jump me in the bigboy gear, at least let me cover her with a tarp." Gunmax pulled out before slamming back in quickly, earning a load moan from Duke. "We clear, baby?"