The room was almost completely immersed in semi-darkness. Only the soft light from the panels glided across the armor, reflecting in dim reflections.

Silence.

But not calm. Tense. Alive.

You lay on the platform, your breathing already ragged—not from exhaustion... but from how close he was.

Ultra Magnus loomed over you.

He supported himself with one arm, the other holding you firmly, preventing you from moving.

His movements were almost fast. Restrained. There was a sense of power in them that could intensify at any moment.

"Look at me."

Low. Calmly. But without the ability to disobey. You raised your gaze. And met his. Dark. Focused. He held it there for a second longer... as if testing how much you were with him now.

His left hand shifted, holding you tighter, fixing your position—not roughly, but so that you felt his control.

You shuddered involuntarily. And he felt it. Of course he did.

His thrusts deepened a little. A little more confident. Small drops of light blue color burst out from the place where you're joined, with a dirty splash.

You exhaled. Sharper.

And that was his cue.

He leaned closer. Too close. So much so that his voice felt almost like a touch:

"Breathe."

Quiet.

His pace slowed for a moment. As if he was deliberately adjusting to you. To your reactions. To every hitch in your breath.

His free right hand slid to your right leg, lifting it and spreading it wider to enter deeper. You felt your walls inside you clench around him, the hardness of his cock. A few drops splashed out again, soaking into the previously snow-white mattress beneath you.

"Hah..." — Bursted from your lips louder than before.

You felt your body reacting—tension, trembling, the desire to match his rhythm.

That's how you clench around him when he once again touches the tip of his cock to your spark chamber.

And he noticed it.

His lips almost touched yours—but he didn't kiss. He stopped a millimeter away.

"You're too sensitive today..." — Almost in a whisper. And there was no reproach in those words. Just the fact. And... a light, barely perceptible shadow of satisfaction.

He moved again. A little faster. A little stronger. But still controlling every moment. Every movement.

Your every reaction. You exhaled louder. And his optics darkened further for a second.

"I can feel it."

Quiet.

He didn't speed up abruptly. He didn't lose control. But the tension between you grew thicker. Deeper. It was as if you were both already on the edge—but he held that edge, not letting it slip.

His left hand tightened again, holding you steady.

"Don't look away."