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Without his optics Sunder was usually rather docile. He was trained well enough that he knew to be silent, and he’d been adequately tricked into thinking his remote mnemosurgery capabilities would not work while he was in this state. He would be quiet, and he would linger, but he wouldn’t be a threat. That meant that, overall, he didn’t need to be secured or caged, as long as he didn’t have his optics Froid could usually trust him to behave.
But, of course, usually was not always.
Like any beast, Sunder could be unpredictable, and he was always moreso whenever he was hungry. Froid had been a little too careless, had assumed the last meal was large enough that he still had enough time. He had miscalculated, and it had cost one of his patients their life.
Froid had shouted at Sunder to stop, but the larger bot hadn’t listened, and all Froid could do was watch as Sunder tore out the life cable of this poor victim, leaving them as nothing more than a lifeless husk upon the floor. Their optics had dimmed until all light was gone; their screams had ended so abruptly as the cable came free. So quickly their life was extinguished, and millions of years of existence were suddenly rendered meaningless.
Ah, oh well.
It was a lesson to keep in mind for next time.
This incident would be easy enough to cover up, this individual had been new to the colony anyway. Froid probably didn’t even need to use Sunder to erase everyone’s memory of them, he could just tell everyone that this newcomer had decided to take their leave, that they’d come here to find themself but then decided their destiny was elsewhere. The folk here trusted Froid and his judgment, they certainly would not question it.
And hopefully, with this death, Sunder would be satisfied for a while longer.
At that though, Froid found himself glancing in the aforementioned bot’s direction, gazing upon that large frame as Sunder continued to bite upon his victim’s life cable. He was perched upon the floor, chewing down the length of that long bending cylinder, leaving telltale indents generously along its surface. It reminded Froid of when turbofoxes would gnaw upon segments of torn endoskeletons in order to keep their denta sharp, and he could do little more than roll his optics at it as he brought his attention back to his datapad.
That display had been so bestial and bizarre, but as long as Sunder remained obedient Froid did not care how the Autobot presented himself.
He continued with his work on his former patient’s file. He wrote down lies about how the individual had been talking about leaving for a while now, how they hadn’t felt as though they fit in here. He detailed a discussion in which the patient had made up their mind to travel elsewhere, how they planned to leave suddenly because there was no one they were attached enough which warranted a goodbye.
Though, at some point as he was writing, it occurred to him that he could no longer hear that disruptive sound of Sunder’s chewing.
Froid paused, and he looked over curiously. As expected, he found that Sunder had not moved from his position on the floor, he couldn’t, after all. In a whim of apprehension Froid had leashed the larger bot to a protrusion in the wall, just in case his murderous thrill was yet to pass, just in case one death was not enough to keep him sated. It was a precaution that was not usually necessary, but Sunder had already proven himself to be capricious this cycle, and Froid was not going to take any more chances.
But, while Sunder was exactly where Froid had expected, the other bot’s demeanour had changed. The life cable now sat unattended before him, his helm was twisted upwards, and Froid tensed as he was suddenly met with the view of those empty sockets staring at him.
The direction was not perfect, Sunder had no means of locating him other than by sound, and so those sockets were centred more over the datapad, where’d he heard the noises of glyphs being written down.
But it was close enough, the intent and interest was clear, and Froid knew he was being watched.
He met with that non-existent gaze for a while, letting the seconds slowly tick by, waiting for Sunder’s inaction to twist into something else. But the bot remained still, unmoving, that barren stare both piercing and hollow, until finally Froid considered it safe to look away.
He focused on his files again, finished his current one and then moved on to check over others. He quietly did his work, all while trying to ignore that constant shivering down his spinal struts that made it all too clear he was still being observed.
Eventually he became engrossed enough in his current writings to forget about that stare on him. He’d moved on from patient files by that point, working now on some more personal notes of interest. Philosophical queries on the temperaments of thought, theories and research to further cement his designation as one of a brilliant psychologist. His focus was unwavering, all until he heard the sudden rattling of chains.
He turned his helm sharply, witnessed a few steps as Sunder crawled closer, only for the other bot to go still again as he heard that his attempted approach had been caught.
Froid frowned, and he tapped a digit impatiently against the surface of his desk, ensuring that Sunder would hear the noise.
“Was that life cable not enough to satisfy you?” Froid asked with a frustrated vent, “Well, if you’d continued to behave then I’m sure we could have found something more substantial for you, but no. You lashed out, and now that’s all you get.”
Sunder’s expression remained unchanged, but there was the slightest twitch in the corner of his lips, one that made it all too clear that he was agitated.
“Don’t forget that you and I have an arrangement,” Froid continued, “we have a process,” he added insistently, “and that doesn’t work if you just go ahead and act on your own.”
Another twitch, and then those lips curled upwards, intake opening into a broad grin, one that was full of denta, but devoid of any real joy.
“Your words drip with sin, they spill like black ichor against your pearly frame,” Sunder drawled, his voice dark, carrying a heaviness that made them linger like smog, “You kept not your bargain. You allowed hollowness to fester; you allowed this vessel to starve.”
Froid slammed his servo against the desk then, the sound cutting off any further words before they could be spoken.
“Rule one,” he snapped, “You are compliant without your optics, you are quiet,” he paused for a few seconds, waiting to see if he would receive a reply.
He didn’t.
“You’ve been so gluttonous as of late,” Froid chided, stern even with his voice taking on a much calmer hue now, having been satisfied with the silent show of obedience, “I feed you, and yet you want more. Why is that?”
Again, Sunder did not respond, merely staring at him with those blackened holes where his optics should have been, his intake still twisted wide.
“What is it that you are so hungry for?” he wondered aloud, looking back at his data-pad then, as though he would find the answer among the glyphs there.
For some seconds, quietness was all that replied. But then he heard that familiar jangling from chain links rattling against each other, and he glanced from his peripheral to see Sunder trying to approach again, only for the larger bot to stop suddenly as the chain was pulled taut, its grip tightening around his neck cables.
That hollow smile was quick to fade, twisting into an expression that better showed off the frustration Sunder was failing to hide.
Froid watched him for a few seconds, and then he turned in his seat, shifting so that he was now facing towards Sunder entirely, offering him his full attention.
“Come here,” he urged, beckoning him closer with a motion of his digits, even though he knew the other bot could not see it.
Sunder tried to obey, tried to crawl forwards and bring himself to Froid’s pedes, but the chain constricted further around his cables, and it rendered him trapped in place. The large bot made a huff of irritation then, gritted his denta as he continued to try approach, and Froid waited to see Sunder would simply grab the chain within his servos and pull it apart.
He knew the Autobot would have the strength for it.
Or, the other bot could simply reach for him. He was close enough now, and Froid was definitely within the range of his arms, near enough to get a servo upon him, if only he would try.
But no, Sunder simply gave up, and he perched himself there, the chain still taut and his helm tilted downwards in frustrated defeat.
Froid chuckled, and he crossed one leg over the other, moving the now suspended pede to press under Sunder’s chin plating, coaxing his helm back up so that his empty gaze was upon him again.
“Much better,” Froid praised, “See? Obedience isn’t so hard, is it? You and I are partners, so you must trust in me to provide you what you need.”
For a moment Sunder simply stared, but then, slowly, that grin began to return, stretching wider than it had been before, his denta glossy under the light. There was a rumbling in his vocaliser, quiet and barely audible, and it may have gone unnoticed if not for the fact that Froid had been waiting to hear it.
It was all too clear to him now what it was that Sunder wanted.
Froid watched as those denta parted then, as Sunder tilted his helm downwards again, watched as his glossa began to snake out. And he shuddered subtly as Sunder dragged the length of it up his frame, from the tip of his pede up to where the orange plating of his leg began.
That quiet tremor did not go unnoticed though -Sunder surely felt it against his glossa- and the larger bot stared up at him eagerly, expectantly, clearly waiting for his subservience to be rewarded again. Froid’s optics narrowed at that, a look that was certainly not born of anger, but rather something else, something that arose from that same pit of degeneracy in which that purring of Sunder’s had crawled from.
Froid let out another waft of heated air, a breath of steam that simmered out from the vent that adorned his facial plating, and he pressed the end of his pede against Sunder’s cheek, a touch that the Autobot nuzzled into.
“Don’t move,” he ordered then as he pulled that point of contact away, uncrossing his legs so that both pedes were back upon the floor.
He stood, and Sunder remained still, just as had been demanded of him.
Froid stepped around the large bot, trailing his pointed digits over his shoulder plating as he passed him, as he made his way over to where the chain had been secured upon the wall. He undid the latch there, freeing the links of metal, and he gripped the length firmly as he made his way back towards his chair, seating himself down again before his awaiting partner. He gave the chain a few experiment tugs then, moving his grip onto it higher so that the length of links between him and Sunder was smaller, allowing it to be pulled taut again.
“Now then, come here,” Froid repeated his earlier command, giving a harsh yank on the chain so to make it clear he actually wanted the order obeyed this time.
Sunder barely flinched at the constriction around his neck cables, and was hardly moved under the force of Froid’s pull, but he crawled closer all the same, simply because he wanted to. His empty sockets stared through Froid, that void of darkness within that barren space somehow so full and piercing with intent.
He drew close, and Froid parted his legs to give the larger bot room to fit between them.
Sunder stopped his movements only as he felt himself touching his partner’s inner thighs, as the pointed ends of the panels that jutted out from the sides of his helm scratched briefly against Froid’s plating. He used that contact to centre himself, to judge his placement in comparison to Froid, and so when he pressed forwards again, when his intake parted and hot air vented out, he was able to drag his glossa up Froid’s modesty panel with perfect accuracy.
Froid groaned out quietly at the attention, the sound subdued and light, but the way that rumbling in Sunder’s vocaliser suddenly churned out louder make it all too clear the larger bot had heard it, and that he was pleased by it. Froid rolled his optics, but as he was about to comment on that eagerness he found the words getting stifled in his vocaliser as he had to hold back another pleasured sound, as Sunder sought out the seams of his panel with his glossa and traced the tip of that length across them, clearly trying to encourage him to open up already.
Froid scoffed breathlessly at the silent demand, and briefly he considered refusing just to punish Sunder for getting too cocky. But, he couldn’t deny his own rising need, could feel that heat blossoming from under his panel, and he knew it would be unwise to drag this out too long when Sunder was clearly still hungry.
And so, without much fanfare, he let his panel slide open, and this time he wasn’t able to hold back his pleasured sound as Sunder’s glossa first touch his bare array. The larger bot’s grin widened then, his lips curling upwards in a quiet triumph, and he wasted no time in pressing further forwards, his facial flaps scratching more at Froid’s thighs, his satellite antenna nudging against his partner’s cockpit. Sunder curled his glossa upwards, let it drag up the slit between Froid’s folds, purring gleefully as the simple touch had the other bot venting again.
Froid gave a slight tug in the chain then, a simple reminder of who was in charge here, but, unfortunately, the action seemed to go mostly ignored, as Sunder was far too engrossed in his ministrations. The larger bot trailed his glossa over those plump lips again, the soft mesh parting around the thick length, and Froid suddenly had a shuddering gasp forced out of him as the tip of that long glossa flicked unexpectedly against his exterior node. It was such a fleeting touch, one that went so teasingly unrepeated, as Sunder instead prodded at his valve’s opening, venting hot against that warming array as he tasted the first hints of lubricants beginning to form.
The larger bot kept up those miniscule motions, he made chaste strokes of his glossa against that dampening slit, pushed those folds apart with the tip but then slipped inside no further. And as Froid finally lost his patience, as he gave another harsh yank on the chain, Sunder reacted in kind by pulling back and pinching one of those valve lips between his denta. The sudden shock that tremored up Froid’s frame had him whining out loudly, a sound far more pleased than he would care to admit, and Sunder wasted no time in lapping up the responding lubricants that suddenly spurted out, greedily drinking in those generous and sweet liquids.
“H-Hurry it up,” Froid demanded then, his voice shaking as he felt the flat width of Sunder’s glossa trailing up his dripping lips, “I-I have work to get back to.”
If the Autobot had optics, he probably would have rolled them at that order, but Sunder obeyed all the same, prodding the tip of his glossa against that warm entrance again, before finally beginning to push it inside. It slithered in slowly, giving those tight channels a moment to adjust before sinking in deeper, and the static that fizzled from Froid’s vocaliser made it all too clear that he was trying to hold his voice back. Second by second his insides were stretched wider around that encroaching length, stopping only as Sunder’s lips were pressed to his folds, his olfactory sensor nudging so teasingly against the upper surface of his exterior node.
During this, Froid’s free servo found itself perched over his facial vent, as though trying to hold back or obscure the light wafts of steam billowing out from within there. A pointless and unnecessary action, given Sunder could neither see it nor have the permission to comment, but Froid’s processor was swimming too high in the rising sensations of pleasure to think that deeply on the instinctual motion.
When he did -shakily- move his servo, however, it was to bring it to stroke at one of the red metal flaps that erupted out and upwards from behind Sunder’s antenna dish. He trailed the curled edges with his palm, and then scratched lightly at the surface with his pointed digit-tips, tracing over the segmented seams.
“That’s a- good pet,” Froid praised between heated breaths, “So- compliant.”
In response, Sunder dragged his glossa harshly against an interior node, and Froid this time did not have the foresight to hold his vocaliser back. He moaned sharply, the sound drawn out and loud, as his body arched forwards, and his servo upon Sunder inadvertently gripped tighter at the plating it had been previously caressing, as the tensing in his frame has his digits flexing inwards. But Sunder did not stop there, and he continued to roll his glossa against that sensitive bundle, pressing closer so that Froid’s plump folds were squished under the pressure of the larger bot’s lips, and Froid was left whining out again as that closer touch had Sunder’s olfactory pressing harder against his outer node.
It was a small motion, but Froid couldn’t help the way he started rocking into those touches, rubbing his valve lips harder against Sunder’s dermal plating to try and urge more pressure against those surging bundles within him. His servo on the chain tried to pull Sunder closer, while the one on the larger bot’s helm gripped him tighter and tried to draw him near, but Sunder continued to service him as though those forceful holds were entirely unnoticed, keeping the same pace as he continued to curl and flick his glossa inside his channels.
Froid was moaning more freely now, any embarrassment at his own lack of inhibition forgotten now in the stupor of his need. That heat inside him felt like it was simmering under his plating, his insides boiling as his abused nodes continued to send jolts of electricity up through his frame, as Sunder worked to grind his glossa roughly against those sensitive spots. Froid could feel more lubricants spilling from between his folds, his channels responding eagerly to every motion within him. He was sure that the amount was too numerous for Sunder to drink it all, and, from prior experience, he was sure the copious liquids were beginning to drip down the taller bot’s chin plating.
That thought, of course, only fed more into that nauseating heat, and Froid groaned as another strong flick of that glossa inside him had him suddenly teetering on that edge, his whole frame trembling with his desperation.
“F-Finish it already,” he ordered, his voice broken and high in a way that almost made it sound like he was begging.
Sunder, good and obedient Sunder, heeded the demand, of course, as he pulled his glossa out and moved his lips up to instead lock around Froid’s exterior node. He gave the fizzing orb a harsh suck, before finally gripping it between his denta, pressing down with a gentle and insistent pressure that hurt in the most perfect way. Froid wailed at the sensation, at the sudden crash of pleasure that lit up all his neural circuits, as his provoked climax had his fuel lines feeling like they were melting.
He whined out, loud and pleasure-drunk, and in response he heard Sunder humming gleefully, felt it as the noise sent vibrations against that over-sensitive node. Weakly, Froid used that servo on Sunder’s helm to push him away, to urge him into releasing him. And Sunder did obey, but as he pulled back he kept that node pinched within his denta, forcing another heavy tremble and ragged sound out of his partner.
Froid’s vision went black for a second, But then that extra stimulation finally ended as Sunder properly let him go, his denta parting to let his node go free. Froid vented out, the steam hot and pouring out abundantly, as he tried to relieve that burning in his frame, as he tried recover from that shock of pleasure still wracking throughout his being. His helm rolled back, optics inadvertently closing during the motion in a meagre attempt to relieve the way his processor was feeling far too dizzy in the throes of his climax. The chain was now supported within a loose grip, still suspended upon his palm, but his digits were not closed around it. And, at the same time, his other servo had fallen weakly and unceremoniously off Sunder’s helm, slipping and now hanging limp against the floor.
Froid felt utterly vacant as he sat there, so lost in a pleasure-addled daze. Everything around him felt so completely unimportant as the bliss of his climax overtook him.
It was because of this that Sunder’s movements went entirely unnoticed by him. He was too distracted by the shuddering in his frame to have even heard that the other bot had stood up, and there was no sudden tightness in the chain to jerk him into awareness of that ascent.
And so, he was caught entirely off guard when suddenly he had those large servos gripping him, and his optics opened to a flurrying blur of motion as he found himself being lifted and twisted and pressed harshly against the desk, his cockpit creaking under the pressure as he was held down firmly against the surface.
“S-Sunder!” he scolded as his servos found perch upon the desk, as he tried to push off the surface so to lift himself up, an effort that was entirely useless given Sunder’s hold on him.
Of course, he received no response, other than the tightening of that grip upon him, and Froid felt a vent get caught within him as he suddenly had something blunt and thick nudging against the lips of his leaking valve. He was barely allowed time to react to the presence of that protrusion, before Sunder was pushing his hips forwards, and Froid groaned out haggardly as his folds were stretched and parted, as Sunder’s spike began its smooth descent inside him, the way slicked by the profuse amounts of lubricants that Sunder had already coaxed out of him.
The stretch was still intense, it always was, but Sunder had done well in opening him up with his glossa, and the glide of that girth inside him was undeterred and relentless, all up until it came to the slight flaring at the base of Sunder’s spike. Then, it required a more sharp buck forwards, a harsher motion to force that quivering valve into accepting that rounder width. But, finally, Sunder’s crotch met with Froid’s aft, his full length buried entirely within him, and the smaller bot was left gasping and shivering feverishly against the desk’s surface.
“I- I didn’t- tell you to-” Froid managed to strain out, only for the sentence to get cut off as another whine was torn free, as Sunder began pulling his hips back, only to quickly pound back into that warm tightness.
Froid’s helm fell forwards as his frame tried to fold inwards, the motion stopping as he felt his helm fin pressing upon the desk.
“Y-You-” he hissed out dizzily, attempting to finish that previous sentence, only for another thrust inside him to render him intelligible again.
He panted shakily as he tried to remember what he’d even been trying to say, but again was distracted as Sunder rocked his spike inside him again, as another drawn-out moan was forced free from his vocaliser.
He gave up then, as Sunder settled into a pace, pounding into him with a gleeful ferocity, his crotch slamming harshly against Froid’s aft with every thrust inside him. Even that wider base was slipping in easily now, his valve trained and prepared for it, each movement smooth and quick as Sunder relentlessly used him.
The sounds were excessive now, torn from his fizzing vocaliser with every snap of Sunder’s hips, the sounds pitched and laced so heavily with static. The chain had long slipped from Froid’s grasp, and instead now tried desperately to find grip on anything else, his sharp digits digging into the flat of the desk as the pleasure inside him had his whole frame tensing and flexing. He could hear the high scrapes of his digit-tips being dragged against the metal surface, but even then, the noise was mostly drowned out by his own moans, and by the wet squelches of the movements into him.
He tried again to find a stable perch, to try lift himself up as though that would somehow alleviate the overwhelming pleasure currently being instilled so repeatedly inside him. But this time he was pushed back against the desk as Sunder bent down over him, the jagged points on his chest plating digging into Froid’s back as their frames were pressed together. Froid whined as that motion had Sunder sliding so deep inside him, the blunt head of his spike battering so harshly against his ceiling node, and, closer like this he could hear the loud rumbling of Sunder’s engines, the larger bot purring out so satisfied and smug as he continued to pound into that trembling valve. And again, closer as they were, Froid was sure that Sunder could feel that rising steam, his facial vent releasing it in twisting and lingering pillars, the air shimmering with the intensity of it.
He was sure the infuriating bot could feel that heat, and just know the insane amounts of pleasure he was pounding into his partner.
Froid tried to regain some sense of control then, as he weakly retook hold of the chain, his servo shaking as he attempted to give it another domineering tug. That barely-there motion earned him a humoured scoff against the back of his helm, and Froid tensed as he suddenly felt Sunder's denta pressing down against his shoulder plating, clenching down with a subdued strength, but still strong enough that Froid could feel his outer metal denting in under the pressure.
He heard Sunder groan sharply in response to the way he suddenly tightened up, and then those denta were pressing down harder, and Froid found his memories returning to the sight of Sunder so easily tearing out that life cable from his patient earlier, his frame clenching up even more in his fear and apprehension. Which, of course, earned him another pleased sound from the larger bot.
Sunder continued to bite and mark his frame as he pounded into him, spurred on whenever a jolt of pain or a remainder of fear had Froid squeezing his spike so nicely. But eventually Froid become unshaken with those bites, too lost in pleasure and too certain that Sunder would not actually hurt him, and that just coaxed Sunder into biting down even harder.
Froid’s voice was pouring out so heavy with static now, the strain on his vocaliser rendering the component temporarily impaired. And then his voice gave out entirely for a moment as Sunder suddenly bit down at the back of his neck cables, his denta digging in so harshly that Froid could feel energon beginning to seep through the ruptured surface. It was only small amounts, slight slivers torn into his fuel lines, but the shock of the pain, and the heat of the liquids pooling against those denta, it was enough to have his whole frame arching and tightening in a panicked flurry.
He heard the satisfied rumble against him, the vibrations tremoring into his neck cables, as Sunder shifted his angle and began pounding into his clenching valve with far more savagery. It took a moment for Froid to find his voice again, for that static to pour freely into the air as he screamed and moaned, but once it started it was absolutely impossible to stop. The pleasure had him feeling so dizzy, his nodes stimulated even more ruthlessly with how much his channels were constricting around Sunder’s spike. Each movement had electricity coursing unwavering throughout his whole being, his neural circuits singing with the intensity of the onslaught, his frame shaking from the rising flurry of heat.
It was so much, too much, and Froid felt drunk on it all.
And then the motion of each thrust began to become more jagged, as his tightness struggled to accept the widening flare in Sunder’s spike, as the larger bot had to buck forwards for more insistently to get his full length inside. Froid whined from the sensation, and he tried to splutter out a warning, only for the words to get lost amongst the static and moaning. He gave another weak yank on the chain, something to get Sunder’s attention, but the larger bot remained entirely undeterred as he kept pounding into him, that bulb at the base of his spike slowly growing larger.
Sunder’s grip upon his neck cables increased a little then, and he groaned out haggardly as he had to force that width back within Froid, the size struggling to slip into that clenching valve. But, with another sharp and determined movement, he buried it back inside, and suddenly Froid was screaming as that bulb popped out wider, the pressure intense within him as the increased girth had Sunder’s spike pushing mercilessly upon his shallower interior nodes. Froid flailed against the frame pressed upon him as the pleasure and ache become so much, as the severity of it felt like it was going to make him deranged.
He whined and wailed and shook as heat began to boil so feverishly within him, as his insides felt like they were being warped by the sheer magnitude of that burning. And the sensation only worsened as Sunder continued to grind that knot inside him, still rocking against sizzling nodes, milking himself of his transfluids as he kept spilling so heavily within Froid’s channels, the warm fluids acting like fuel in that raging fire.
Froid felt so insanely full, a feeling which increased as Sunder’s spike poured more and more within him, the liquids stuck in his cramped valve, unable to leak out with that bulb flared so wide. Transfluids filled all the room within him, and Froid swore he could feel his channels bloating out wider to accept the copious offerings, stretching to try and make space to accept more.
It was so damn much, and suddenly Froid felt himself being pushed into another overload, as his nodes jolted from every moment within him, as his frame felt like it was creaking under the pressure of the fluids within him. He screamed as that pleasure crashed over his frame, smoke churning out heavily from his facial vent as the heat become so suffocating. He arched back against Sunder, shaking violently with the severity of his climax, his processor ringing from the excessive stimulation. He tried to pull his hips forwards to escape some of that overwhelming intensity, to try relieve himself of that utter burning and dizziness, but, of course, found himself stuck given the knot within him, leaving Sunder’s spike still trapped so deep into his frame. He tensed as his own movements had his nodes being stimulated again, whining and gripping desperately at nothing again, desperate to find something to anchor himself to.
But then, suddenly, he went limp, collapsing back against the table, groaning raggedly as he finally felt that denta pulling away from his cables. He vented heavily and desperately as his frame continued to shiver, as he fought with a nausea so overwhelming that everything spun in his blurred vision. He laid there, weak and trembling and still burning from that heat that had exploded throughout his frame, his frame twitching at the little surges of energy still trickling throughout his being.
He almost found himself drifting off from his exhaustion, but he felt Sunder’s glossa on him then, gently lapping up the energon that had spilt earlier, and the sensation jolted him back into some awareness. Froid could barely manage a static-laced sound of acknowledgement though, his vocaliser fizzling at any attempt to use it. He reset the component a few times, until finally he was able to find his voice again, though much of that static still remained.
“A-Are you satisfied now?” he croaked out shakily, “D-Did that sate- your hunger?”
Sunder licked him again in response, still happily lapping up the slow flow of energon seeping up.
Froid vented again, and he reached back to stroke again at the plating behind Sunder’s antenna dish.
“I- I need to- train you better,” Froid decided then.