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Ratchet x Wheeljack

Prompt: Wheeljack is in a chastity device, and trying to get off by humping a pillow (or other object of your choice). Does Ratchet have mercy on them, or delight in their desperation?
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Ratchet had made the bet that Wheeljack couldnt stay with his panel shut in heat, of course Wheeljack hated it but wouldnt let Ratchet win that easily so he agreed. When his heat came around he had barely told Ratchet before there was a panel lock on his panel and Ratchet grinning from infront of him. Wheeljack grew needy and started to growl and whimper though Ratchet was relentless and refused to take off the device leaving Wheeljack desperately humping a pillow to try and ease the heat. Ratchet watched with amusement as Wheeljack humped the pillow, his hips moving in desperate circles as he tried to find some relief from the chastity device. He had expected Wheeljack to give up quickly, but the engineer was more stubborn than he had anticipated. "Having fun there?" Ratchet asked, his voice laced with amusement. Wheeljack groaned, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Shut up, Ratchet," he muttered, his movements becoming more frantic as the heat built inside of him. Ratchet chuckled, his hand moving down to stroke Wheeljack's back soothingly. "You know, I could always take that device off," he offered, his voice low and seductive. "All you have to do is ask." Wheeljack shook his head, his hips still moving against the pillow. "No way, I can do this," he insisted, his voice strained with desire. Ratchet raised an optic ridge, his hand still stroking Wheeljack's back. "Suit yourself," he replied, his voice filled with amusement. As Wheeljack continued to hump the pillow, Ratchet couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had never seen Wheeljack so desperate before, and it was a sight to behold. But as the minutes ticked by, Ratchet could see the strain on Wheeljack's face growing more and more pronounced. He knew that he needed to intervene soon, or else Wheeljack would suffer needlessly. "Alright, that's enough," he said, his voice firm as he gently pulled Wheeljack away from the pillow. "I think you've proven your point." Wheeljack whimpered and groaned, his body trembling with desire as Ratchet held him close. "Please, Ratchet," he begged, his voice thick with need. "I need you." Ratchet smiled, his hands running over Wheeljack's body as he leaned in for a deep kiss. As they kissed, he reached down to unlock the chastity device, letting it fall away as Wheeljack moaned in pleasure. And as they finally interfaced, crying out in pleasure, Wheeljack knew that he had won the bet after all. But as the heat subsided, Wheeljack realized his mistake. He had been so desperate to prove himself that he had forgotten how much he needed Ratchet's touch. He looked up at his mate, his optics filled with regret."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice low and sad. "I shouldn't have been so stubborn." Ratchet smiled, his hand stroking Wheeljack's cheek. "It's okay," he replied, his voice gentle. "I'm just glad that you're feeling better now." Wheeljack nodded, his body still tingling with pleasure. "I am," he admitted, his voice soft. "And I'm sorry for doubting you." Ratchet chuckled, his hand moving down to rest on Wheeljack's chest. "Don't worry about it," he said, his voice warm and affectionate. "I know how stubborn you can be." Wheeljack grinned, his spirits lifting at Ratchet's words. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty stubborn," he admitted, his voice lightening. Ratchet leaned in for another kiss, his hands running over Wheeljack's frame as they lay together on the berth. Wheeljack felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he was with the one he loved and that nothing else in the universe could ever compare to that feeling. And as they drifted off to sleep, their frames entwined, Wheeljack knew that he had found his true home in Ratchet's arms.