Unexpected Involvement

I was wondering when yous was gonna show up.

Steeljaw froze in the doorway like a deer in headlights, his spark pounding as he found himself staring at a very relaxed, confident Thunderhoof sitting back in his berth. The mob boss had his hands behind his helm and one knee bent to the ceiling, a look of pure smugness on his face as eyed the other mech.

"Want to come on in?" Thunderhoof invited, speaking more like a cocky, pubescent youngling than a grown criminal.

"I... You..." Steeljaw could only stutter, barely able to find his voice and entirely unable to move his legs. The other chuckled to himself, getting off the berth and standing to his full, far more impressive height. He took great care to radiate power as he approached, puffing out his broad chest and holding his brilliant antler crown high as he looked down on the flabbergasted wolf.

"Did yous really think I wouldn't notice? You've been eyeing me up like a hungry dog since this mornin'."

"That-"

Thunderhoof cut off any possibility of alternative explanation, putting his hoof down and standing even taller. "And, I can smell those hormones from a mile away. Wolficons ain't the only breed with a decent sense ah' smell."

Steeljaw felt his spark shrivel in fear, unsure of exactly where the other was going and far too heat addled to try and think ahead. Thunderhoof put a hand on the door frame and leaned down to the others optic level, the return of his smirk and his following statement leaving no question as to what he intended.

"And fortunately, I'm willing to help yous out." Tilting his helm in an invitational gesture, he moved back to enable the other entrance. Wondering if he was still in a dream, Steeljaw complied, entering the sparse quarters and hearing the door slide shut behind him. Mulling over the others words, he finally began to understand, particularly the fact that he probably wasn't going to need to do much convincing.

"Do you mean that you're willing...?"

His question was greeted with an audible snort, and he realized that the answer was admittedly rather obvious. "You might say that. But under one condition." With his hands on his hips, Thunderhoof leaned down again, sounding far cockier than was fitting for a professional.

"Inside this room, I call all the shots. Are wes clear?"

Hormone addled as he was, Steeljaw didn't miss the very deliberate use of his own words, though he was far too desperate to be that offended. Finally letting himself open up, all he could do was relish in the others presence. Such power and cunning, what beautiful codes he could pass on to his offspring...

"Very well." he replied, a shiver passing down his spinal strut at the acceptance and turning to a tingle that teased beneath his plating.

Thunderhoof wasted no time, swooping in with the ease of preparation and taking Steeljaw by the wrists before pinning him roughly, but not harshly, against the wall. Such a sudden show of dominance reignited the heat under his plating, and he found himself quivering in the others grasp. Thunderhoof may not have been in heat, but he could still smell the musk of a very aroused mech radiating off his armor, and it drove Steeljaw wild.

"Your spark." Thunderhoof commanded, immediately letting him know just how much he wanted to dominate this encounter. Such a demand in this situation was only given by a master to their submissive, and Steeljaw was more than happy to comply, giving up all control and opening himself up. A light blue spark pulsed in the dim light from its vibrating chamber, bobbing slightly from its owners increasingly deep and heated ventilations. Thunderhoof observed the glowing orb with satisfaction, relishing in the very near forgotten sensation of being the one in charge. His high and mighty leader was exposed and primed before him, growing increasingly heated by the moment but unable to reach completion until his say so. It was rewarding enough for Thunderhoof, but Steeljaw quickly found himself growing hot and needy for more.