He's pinning you to the birth by your servos. His digits curl on your wrists and the sensitive wiring there feel like they're being crushed. He smirks at your pained whine and leans closer letting his dermas briefly touch your audio receptors. Your frame lets out steam and shakey vents and it makes his optics widem and glow even more and his dentas appear in a cocky grin.

"Be good for me will you?"

He says and runs a glossa down your neck. You shiver under his touch and a couple soft noises leave your dermas. You don't even realize you made those sounds. They just appear. Your processor feels fuzzy at the feeling of him being so close and your optics close for a moment. It feels so intoxicating.