"A little higher now. Lift up his shirt and work as you have been... good."
The voice was silky, purring, a bit smug in the manner of a happy Decepticon; it was pitched low to caress all the sensitive places in him. Rodimus was aware of a blush growing on his face as he obeyed, pushing up Galvatron's shirt to work his fingers deep into the muscle under his shoulder blades.
"Harder, Rodimus," Cyclonus purred, sounding all too amused. "You're not going to hurt him."
"I know that," Rodimus grumped, not wanting to admit how Cyclonus's voice and Galvatron's warmth fired the arousal already thrumming through him. "If I'm doing it wrong, then do you want to switch?"
Cyclonus's growl then was extraordinary - it wasn't often he let his mask slip, but the passion/arousal/possessive jealousy in his voice then left Rodimus nearly boneless with need. Cyclonus's hands came down hard on Rodimus's, pushing so deep that they actually elicited an appreciative groan from Galvatron, muffled by the pillow.
"Later," Cyclonus said - once he'd gotten ahold of himself, though he didn't relinquish his grip. "Right now I'm enjoying teaching you your place."
Rodimus let out a slow breath and leaned against him. "I'm enjoying it too," he admitted.
Galvatron lifted his head. "If one of you doesn't start rubbing again-!" he threatened.
Rodimus and Cyclonus traded smiles. "Yes, my lord!"
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"A little higher now. Lift up his shirt and work as you have been... good."
The voice was silky, purring, a bit smug in the manner of a happy Decepticon; it was pitched low to caress all the sensitive places in him. Rodimus was aware of a blush growing on his face as he obeyed, pushing up Galvatron's shirt to work his fingers deep into the muscle under his shoulder blades.
"Harder, Rodimus," Cyclonus purred, sounding all too amused. "You're not going to hurt him."
"I know that," Rodimus grumped, not wanting to admit how Cyclonus's voice and Galvatron's warmth fired the arousal already thrumming through him. "If I'm doing it wrong, then do you want to switch?"
Cyclonus's growl then was extraordinary - it wasn't often he let his mask slip, but the passion/arousal/possessive jealousy in his voice then left Rodimus nearly boneless with need. Cyclonus's hands came down hard on Rodimus's, pushing so deep that they actually elicited an appreciative groan from Galvatron, muffled by the pillow.
"Later," Cyclonus said - once he'd gotten ahold of himself, though he didn't relinquish his grip. "Right now I'm enjoying teaching you your place."
Rodimus let out a slow breath and leaned against him. "I'm enjoying it too," he admitted.
Galvatron lifted his head. "If one of you doesn't start rubbing again-!" he threatened.
Rodimus and Cyclonus traded smiles. "Yes, my lord!"
"Yes, Galvatron."