Thinking about fat spike Jazz. Bullying his spike into you with no remorse. His servos hoplding onto your hips, he needs to make sure your still. If you squirm you'll just cause yourlself more pain, and he knows thats the last thing you wanna be in. He's shusshing your through it, thumb rubbing over your skin in a soothing manner. He's still slowly pushing his fat spike into you. Listening to ever last little noise that leaves your mouth. He knows your not fully enjoying this, but just the way your face scrunches and your lips pout, he loves it. It drives him crazy, so crazy he has to fight back the urge of just wanting to stuff you and then proceed to fuck you right after, but he knows. He knows that you adjusting to the sheer size of him is a must if he wants you to enjoy yourself, if he wants to hear those heavenly noises that fall from your lips. His servos tighten around your hips, he's triyng his hardest to not listen to the littel bug in his processor. He has to give you time, let you get used to him after so long without him. But he just can't, he can't stop the way his hips start to rock after just a few seconds, and those breathy whimpers of yours egging him on further. He groans, shaking his head. His optics closed tight behind his visor.