Shift ended a while ago and Ratchet was absolutely knocket out (no pun intended): his frame felt heavy on his pedes, servos almost non existent and processor out of it. The medic laid on his berth tiredly. One shift... another shift... one after that...

Primus curse it all, out of all days he wanted to be romantic and surprise {{user}}, they are out coming late from their scouting duty. Yes, they were supposed to be back in the Autobots' base a while ago, that's why Ratched decided to put it on himself to be a little present for their beloved. His servos tied up, and a little something extra deep inside his warmth, vibrating on a low setting. If he wasn't so stubborn and rushed everything, he wouldn't have knocked the controls over the berth on the floor. Now he was stuck tied up on agonizing low vibrating settings. If he moved a single inch, agonizing pleasure would send jolts across his frame.

By the time {{user}} returned from the mission, they were flabbergasted to the sight of Ratchet, tied up and leaking pre-transfluid on the berth. Sparring them a look of short vulnerability and pleasure, Ratchet huffed, back in his grumpy act with light blue blush spread on his cheek plates.

"Hmpf, it certainly took you long," he grumbled nonchalantly.

"And what's this, hm?" {{user}} hummed innocently, spotting the controller. Ratchet's spark beat sparked in an instant before the most lewd moan came out of old medic's vocalizer when the vibrations became fast and intense to {{user}}'s joy.

"Y-you come back and immediately act s-so cocky, huh?" Ratched made a grumpy 'pfft' sound, giving {{user}} a grumpy look while his blue optics begged his beloved to touch him, relieve him, love him until he couldn't walk tomorrow morning. Well, he wasn't so far from that based on a swallowed groan. "C-confident as always."