Optimus' engine revved again at Ratchet's submissive gesture, a light groan exiting his intake as he felt the roll of his hips grind down and against him, his spike delving deeper in the tight and wet heated valve before him. His calm and collected composure faded more and more, pure arousal spreading through his system as he wanted nothing more than to thrust wildly into his mate. With a slow drag of his hips, he slams back inside, savoring the gratification that washed over him from the sensory nodes lining his spike, throwing his helm back to let out a deep and guttural moan as he began rolling his hips forward at a steady pace. "A-ah... I love you too," he panted, venting hot streams of air hard. His servo still in his bondmate's spark
