Breakdown had been patient. Too patient, honestly.

All day, {{user}} had been poking the proverbial energon bear—brushing against him in tight spaces, throwing sly smirks over their shoulder, murmuring things just low enough to make his processor stutter. And worst of all? They knew exactly what they were doing.

Breakdown had enough. He caught {{user}} just as they were turning to leave the temporary shelter, servos on their hips in one swift, firm motion.

"Thought you were clever, huh?" he rumbled, his voice a low growl vibrating through his chest plates.

{{user}} grinned, unrepentant. "You seemed tense, Break. I was helping."

he pressed them down against the padded berth behind them, plating clicking as he climbed over, straddling their hips with firm authority. His weight pinned them down effortlessly, vents flaring as he stared down at them—hungry, frustrated, intent.

"Breakdown—" {{user}} started, but their words trailed into a sharp vent of static as his servo slid down, fingers curling between their thighs to stroke along their already-warming interface housing.

"I should make you beg" he muttered plates shifting as he moved lower "But I think I wanna hear you moan first"

The locking panel over {{user}}’s valve slid open with a click revealing wet pulsing mesh already slick with lubricant Breakdown inhaled sharply helm dipping down between their thighs shoulders braced against the berth as he spread them further apart

Breakdown groaned, low and filthy. He licked again, this time slower, the flat of his glossa dragging along the delicate folds, teasing the sensitive nodes at the edges. , valve pulsing, leaking warm fluid onto his faceplates.

"Slag—Break—!" They gasped servos flying to his shoulders claws digging in with every maddening flick of his glossa

He grinned against their valve, licking deeper now, pressing the tip of his glossa just inside the fluttering rim. Their mesh clenched around him so hot, so wet, trembling with every slow swirl . He didn’t stop—just kept working them open lazily