Gonna Get Me Some Dinolovin

[slaggin_preds]

[[ Continued from here ]]Rattrap squeals as Dinobot's opticlasers blast through the door, his optics going wide. Moments later, the door goes flying and Dinobot's barreling into the house, all growls and toothy grins. It kicks Rattrap's fans to life and he cycles air heavily through his vents, anticipation flooding his circuits with energy. His

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[slaggingsaurian]

Dinobot growls as his prey loses control, and mercilessly rakes his claws and teeth over the small frame, adding to the intensity of the overload as Rattrap's ecstatic screams fill his audios. Once the spasms die down, Dinobot shakes the rat back to awareness, then bares his teeth in a wicked grin. "Oh, no," he says. "I'm not finished with you yet

[slaggin_preds]

Rattrap squirms around in Dinobot's grip as he carries him upstairs. It's not enough to make him drop him, but it certainly makes things difficult for the warrior. His claws prick at the rat's side, making him him whimper and whine, his tail lashing through the air

[slaggingsaurian]

"Of that, I have no doubt." The raptor's claws catch Rattrap's tail near the base and drag their way slowly up it, teasing him, drawing out the wait. He does like this tail. Going to be hard to resist playing with it every chance he gets. "There's been no one to take you in hand properly, has there? A tragic shame."

He enjoys this game, honestly. Rattrap taught him how to play. Dinobot had never even heard of spanking until the spy enlightened him - on that, and on a host of other kinks. At first it seemed strange and silly to him, and still does if he thinks about it, but it makes the rat happy and, Dinobot must admit, makes him squirm in a very satisfying way. That's enough for him not to care about anything else.

When his hand reaches the end of the tail, stretching it high above Rattrap's back, he toys with the tip for a few seconds before letting it slip from his fingers. As it falls back, arching over the spy's back, he takes aim and slams his open hand down sharply on that exposed aft. Rattrap's startled "Ohh!" is

[slaggin_preds]

As a young mech, he'd aquired a reputation for having a deathwish; he took dares most bots would've turned down in a nanosecond, went places no one would've dared, picked lovers who could've killed him without a care. It drove Rhinox crazy, the way he chased danger and spat in the eye of authority, but it never stopped him. Not even when he came home with smashed limbs and missing optics. He liked it. He was curious by nature, and to him, it was all about discovering his own limits