Could I Please Get TFA Wreck-gar/Ratchet With Ratch Talking Wreck-gar Through Topping For The First Time

Could I please get TFA Wreck-gar/Ratchet with Ratch talking Wreck-gar through topping for the first time and being pleasantly surprised at what a fast learner he in

TFA Wreck-Gar/Ratchet

"Just like that, Wreck-Gar," Ratchet moaned as the other mech thrusted into him. "Y-you can try and wrap your hand around my spike while you move, if you want."

"If I want?" Wreck-Gar repeated playfully as he reached down to do as Ratchet asked. "While I move? So if I did this…" he said, beginning to pump Ratchet's spike with his larger servos. He carefully let his thumb pass across the top in the way Ratchet had taught him when he needed to self-service. 

Ratchet closed his optics and tossed his head back in a surprised groan. "W-wreck-Gar, I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that." He warned. 

"Good! I want to make you feel good, Ratchet!" He said happily. "You make me feel good, too. May I try something?" He asked.

Ratchet nodded in agreement, then grunted in surprise when Wreck-gar stopped and quickly used his strong hands to grab both of Ratchet's thighs and spread them further apart before he pressed his spike back in, deeper than before. His new pace was hard and fast, leaving Ratchet little room to speak. He held tight to Wreck-Gar's chest and made encouraging groans against the mech's audial. 

Then Wreck-Gar dropped a hand— not for Ratchet's spike, but for the bright point that Ratchet had called his 'anterior node'. He gently pressed against it, flinching when Ratchet cried out in sudden pleasure and grabbed desperately at Wreck-Gar's chest. 

Wreck-Gar did it again, pressing a little more firmly and loving the sounds it pulled from the medic. 

But then Ratchet's servo shot down and grabbed his hand.

"Easy there, Wreck." He panted. "Not so rough on the node. It's really sensitive, remember?" 

"Sorry, Ratchet." Wreck-Gar said, pulling his hand away and moving to pull away from Ratchet altogether 

"I didn't say stop," the Docbot growled as he grabbed him again. "Just… go easier, okay?"

"Easier. I can do that." The garbage mech promised. He put his finger back the node and began to gently circle it, using only light touches this time. He nearly apologized again when he accidentally flicked the top of his finger across the node, but Ratchet moved his hips down against him and his calipers fluttered along his spike.

"Ohhhh, frag," Ratchet moaned. "That's better, Wreck, much better. Don't stop."

"Don't stop," Wreck-Gar hummed in pleasure as the medic tightened around his spike. He leaned down, starting up his rough pace again while keeping his touch gentle but consistent. He alternated little circles, gentle flicks and soft presses of his servos to keep the medic writhing against him. 

Ratchet's overload took them both by surprise. Wreck-Gar shivered as the panting doctor's valve fluttered around his spike and pulled his own overload from him. 

"Not bad for your first time, you looney-bin." Ratchet said fondly as he laid out underneath the other mech. 

"And that's just the first time!" Wreck-Gar said happily as he fell on top of the other and pressed a kiss to his grumpy but sated face.