"Yea baby, so hot and tight~" Gunmax purred into Deckerd's audial, tracing the red sirens with his glossae. He had the other officer bent over his desk, pounding into his valve recklessly. Deckerd's hands were cuffed behind his back, he cheek resting on some paperwork. He'd been good at dodging the occasional messy office sex for a week, but Gunmax had cornered, cuffed, and wound him up. He really hadn't had a chance to prevent it, as Gunmax had latched onto his mouth the moment he walked in that morning. No one else was there, thankfully, and the Boss had a field trip.
"Dekkado, why so quiet when I'm workin' so hard to fuck you into the desk?"
Deckerd groaned loudly as Gunmax's cord slammed deep. He did need this. He'd been getting uptight about a case lately, a frustrating one that had him tied up. Some days on the job, he didn't want to be that one mech that had to do everthing, be strong, be this or that. That Gunmax was now the one in total control was somewhat liberating.
"You're going to leak all over the place when we're done," Gunmax crooned into his neck, biting hard at cables as his pace got rougher, faster. "I'm going to blow my cannon so hard in you, you won't be able to walk without dripping on the ground~" It didn't matter that the arrogant biker's voice was muffled now, Deckerd arched as he was thrust into, ignoring the denting bite to his neck.
"You'll have to sit on my lap all day, baby, best way to keep you from all that work is to keep pounding into you, my cord, your wet valve."
Deckerd ground hard against the desk and back onto Gunmax's cord, a loud growl behind his gritted denta. Gunmax's optics flashed and he bit harder, glossae lapping the wires between his teeth.
"I can fuck you all day, baby. Just say the word."
He couldn't really speak at this point, he'd risk the chance of throwing his authority out at the cadet when what he really wanted was to be dominated for a bit.
"Perhaps we just get off this once, then."
Deckerd felt his overload flow through him, circuits crackling and popping with energy. His cord spurts lubricant onto the side of his desk as his valve clenches and gushes around Gunmax's own interface, sheathed fully inside of him. At the sudden tightness, Gunmax's cord released as his overload hit too. Deckerd's helm was thrown back in a silent cry, bumping him from his grip on the other's neck cables. No matter. Gunmax rest his helm on his shoulder as he shot lubricant into Deckerd's valve, the clenches coming rhythmically. He listened to them cool off, fans whirring and system clicking. Deckerd had crashed onto his desk, face to the side and mouth open. Gunmax propped himself up, looking down at the tired officer. He looked more relaxed than he had in weeks, to Gunmax's credit. He pulled himself out of Deckerd, wincing at the mess. That report needed to be done today, how they'd get a reign check on it who even knew.