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Seated at the desk of the medibay Ratchet leaned back, Wheeljack at his side. He was leaning in close to Ratchet already teasing his pressurized spike. A digit traced along a red line that ran along the base of Ratchet's spike. "Let me help you work out some of that tension."
"Wheeljack, I am on call. We can't be...fooling around." He paused as the wrecker's servo started to do it's work. "Doc, this is just about you. I'll do all the work."
Wheeljack spat oral fluids into the the palm of his servo. He pressed along the base of Ratchet's spike up to the tip. With a firm grip he began to pump. The sight of his spike slick with fluids, wrapped in his mate's servo wasn't something he thought anyone else needed to see.
"Someone might..ahh...walk in on us." Ratchet warned Wheeljack. "C'mon sweetspark, no one is up this late." The wrecker's servo still lingered between the medic's legs.
"I suppose you are right." Ratchet arched back pressing into the servo that was pumping his hard shaft. For several moments Wheeljack tugged earning many a stifled moan from Ratchet.
Wheeljack gripped Ratchet's spike, stroking it long and slow. He put his digits in his mouth stifling a loud moan as pre-fluid started to flow from his tip, dripping onto Wheeljack's servo. "That's it, keep cumming." Wheeljack growled into Ratchet's audial. The medic's legs were shaking as his overload took him over the edge. His optics offlined but he could feel Wheeljack's mouth engulf his length, swallowing every drop.