TFP Breakdown x Knockout

Knockout shows Breakdown what it's like being on the receiving end.

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"Are the cuffs really necessary?"

"Yes, now hush." Knockout swatted at Breakdown's digits when he tried to fiddle with the restraints he had carefully put in place. They were the only things keeping Breakdown tied to the berth. "I can't have you squirming all over the berth, now can I?" He said with a devilish smirk.

"I never restrained you like this when we did this kinda stuff!" Breakdown whined. He was anxious, especially since Knockout was in one of those moods. While he wanted to please his conjunx in any way possible, this wasn't what he imagined. He felt vulnerable laying belly up on their berth.

Knockout rolled his optics as he straddled Breakdown's hips and settled down. "You don't have to because of the size difference, love. I can't really do much with a mech twice my size holding me down."

Breakdown snorted, his anxiety forgotten for a moment. "Oh, I see. You can't hold me down, so you came up with the idea to use cuffs instead."

"Precisely." Knockout mused, slowly brushing the tips of his digits across Breakdown's chest. "You know the safe word, so use it if you want me to stop. My only rule is that you cannot break those restraints."

"Why not?" Breakdown questioned, feeling bold.

Knockout didn't answer. He mindlessly rubbed along the edge of Breakdown's chassis with his servo until he reached a spot on the side where it pointed inwards. He smirked, slowly slithering his servo into the tight space and rustling the sensitive cabling with his digits.

Breakdown flinched out of instinct, blushing in embarrassment. "Wow... I uh.. I didn't even know I was sensitive there."

Knockout raised an optic ridge in interest, his smirk growing.

"I know what you're thinking, don't-" Breakdown cut himself off with an embarrassingly loud yelp when Knockout touched those cables again. He couldn't help but squirm a bit.

"Ah ah, keep squirming and I'll make things worse for you." Knockout scolded playfully.

"Nngh... Knocks, please.." Breakdown whined, trying his best not to squirm as much. It was a hard thing to do, considering he had never been on the receiving end like this. "Please just.. just mess with some other spot!"

"Anywhere?"

"Yes, anywhere but there! Please!"

"Hm." Knockout hummed, a wide smirk plastered on his face. He was obviously enjoying this. He glided his servos down Breakdown's sides until he reached his wide hips. Gripping the edges of the grey metal, he dug his digits into the sensitive seams.

Breakdown whined again, arching his back slightly. He involuntarily moaned when Knockout pressed a digit against an extremely sensitive cable.

Knockout chuckled. "See? No need for all that whining. You're obviously enjoying it."

"J-Just get on with it.. before I rip these stupid cuffs off and frag you myself." Breakdown muttered, squeezing his optics shut.

"Where's the fun in that, my dear Breakdown?"

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