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Oh Cyclonus had waited for this. Ever since Tailgate had decided that Swerve’s was the best place for a handjob. He had very carefully planned how he would exact his revenge on the mini.
He lifted Tailgate with ease the very second that the warm solvent hit his plating. A split second later, Tailgate was pinned against the wall.
“Ah! Cyclonus! That’s cold!” He pouted. His back arched in an attempt to escape the cold of the tile pressing against his back.
Cyclonus tsked, still holding firm to his conjunx. “Now now, love.There’s no getting away from your just punishment.” He grinned. Cyclonus leaned in and nipped at Tailgate’s neck cables. His sharp teeth drew tiny pinpricks of energon from the smaller mech. His mate squirmed in his hold, but he could hear his fans click on. He knew full well that Tailgate loved it when he was more dominant. The fear of hurting the smaller mech had at one point held him back, but his conjunx proved time and time again that he could handle anything.
He lowered himself to his knees, positioning Tailgate’s thick thighs over his shoulders. “Open for me.” He rumbled.
Tailgate complied. His valve panels slid open and his hand gripped around one of Cyclonus’s horns. He loved the way the smaller mech’s hand fit around that particular piece of kibble.
Cyclonus bit at Tailgate’s thigh, leaving a vivid mark behind. Anyone who looked close enough would be able to see it. Who it came from would be unmistakable. He was more than a little satisfied by that. Wasting no more time, he shifted and extended his long tongue to run between the ample lips of Tailgate’s already leaking valve. The smaller mech gasped and clenched his thighs tighter around Cyclonus’s helm.
With that bit of nonverbal encouragement, Cyclonus wrapped his lips around his arctic blue node and suckled at it. Tailgate’s heels pressed into Cyclonus’s plating as he cried out. Cyclonus didn’t relent. His tongue flicked viciously against the node, teasing and pulling his mate ever closer to overload. Tailgate’s back arched and his other hand scrabbled at the wall for something to brace himself against.
It didn’t take long until he was moaning loudly and begging. “Please. I’m so close! Cyclonus!”
And like that Cyclonus pulled away and set his mate back on the ground. “Close your panels.”
“Wh- what? Cyclonus!”
“This is your punishment for Swerve’s. Close them.”
“But-”
“Its not much of a punishment if I give you what you want. Now, close them please.”