He’s Out Of Options. Everything Is Too Hot And Too Much, And He Knows How To Make It All Stop.

Can't sleep the clowns will eat him.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

RULES: bold which option your prefer out of each of the following pairs

Bolded is a definite, Italicized is a maybe, and crossed out is a no-go!

submissive or dominant?

whips or chains? -- NEITHER

handcuffs or shibari?

pillow princess or power bottom?

voyeur or exhibitionist?

blindfolds or spreader bars?

butt plugs or vibrators?

edging or multiple rounds?

knots or ovipositor?

spanking or scratching?

ball gag or muzzle? -- NEITHER

strap on or double sided dildo? (WHAT ARE THESE, says Dreadwing)

one on one or group sex?

vanilla or kinky?

lengthy spikes or girthy spikes?

small chassis or large chassis?

ass or chests?

thighs or arms?

hot wax or knifeplay?

loud or quiet?

biting or sucking?

collars or piercings?

costumes or lingerie?

laughing & silliness during sex or intensity & power struggle during sex?

fucking a virgin or fucking someone with experience?

face to face or from behind?

phone sex or sexting?

cumming inside or cumming outside?

being filled or bukkake?

dirty talk or degradation?

role play or porn on in the background?

public edging or filming in the bedroom?

lube or raw?

video call masturbation or sexy selfies?

blood play or breath play?

face fucking or aft sex?

leather or PVC?

morning sex or evening sex?

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Someone come give him a blowjob.

Alas, no knot on this Seeker, or his twin.

Primus, he wants to get laid.

"It is. Come on."

Dreadwing turns and leads Ghost through his ship, going up into the living area of the Sky Claw. There, he comes to a... wall. Simple, nondescript ship metal. He types a code into a small pad off to the side and the wall reveals itself to actually be a door -- Dreadwing's sleeping quarters are a small hidden room, recessed into the hallway. That makes it hard to find should he be boarded while asleep.

The room itself is tall enough for him to stand up in, but not much more, with the large, plush berth ahead maybe two good sized steps. Well, there is a berth, absolutely, but it's underneath a proper Seeker's nest.

"Here we are."

He groaned into the kiss, eagerly tilting his hips up into his touch. Relaxing into him before following him up.

"Berth would be a good place for a frag."

"I certainly wouldn't mind resting my legs on those cheek guards."

"Then get over here, girl."

A soft whuff leaves his rib vents as Ghost gets to work. He did spot that flash of fang, and bares his own despite his distraction. "Careful of the teeth," warns Dreadwing, though his tone suggests playfulness rather than a serious worry that the mech might bite him.

It doesn't take much. Ghostspire will be able to feel the spike in his mouth firm up completely within moments. The Seeker can't help but squirm.

"Yeah, I can help with that." The mech grins, sharp fangs on display before he take his spike in one servo. Claws gently curl around it, transforming back and thumbing over his tip before forked glossa slowly licked. Two tips curling up and around before carefully starting to take him into his intake.

Claws on his other servo transformed back, slowly starting to rub his node and purring softly.

"If you wanna frag, all you gotta do is ask. Just wanna make sure it won't be a regret in the mornin."

...

"Come here."