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“Oh, man, that Star-Sailer was pain in the ass to fix up.” Ratchet states as he collapses onto his couch with a relieved sigh, joined shortly by Rivet, plopping right along next to him with a similar sigh before he turns his head over to her. “Thanks for helping me out with that today, by the way. Not sure if I could’ve done it without you.” He says with a tired but genuine smile.

Rivet looks back at him and gives him a smile of her own. “No problem, hotshot. It’s always a blast working with you in your shop, you can count on me anytime.” She says to him, each of them staring at each other for a few seconds before she leans forward, placing a hand on her back before stretching. “But if you called me on less projects that involve all this heavy lifting, I wouldn’t complain.” She adds with a small groan as she stretches.

Ratchet chuckles. “So what? I have to go ahead and break my back without calling on a little help from my good friend, Rivet?”

“I’m sure you’ve got enough exercise lugging Bolts around for all these years, you’ll be fine.” She dismisses him with a playful wave of her hand. “And besides… from what I’ve seen from the other day during that heatwave, I’m sure your back can take some abuse like lifting those heavy-ass mufflers for a couple hours.”

“Doesn’t mean that I want to abuse them, but, fine, I guess I see your point.” He concedes with a shrug, sinking back into the couch a little more. “Plus, I guess a little more exercise wouldn’t hurt. Well… that much. I feel all sorts of knots in my back right now.” He says shifting around a bit in his seat.

“Yeah, same here, why’d they have to build all those parts to be so damn heavy?” Rivet agrees with a groan, sinking into the couch as well before kicking off her boots and placing her hands behind her head. “At least we can finally relax now that we’re done throwing our backs out today.”

“Amen to that.” Ratchet replies contentedly, following her example as he leans back as well, kicking his own boots off as they both let the comforting sensations of the soft cushions envelop the both of them, already feeling much better after spending the last few hours standing around working on that ship.

But after a few minutes of the both of them sitting in a comfortable silence together, simply indulging and enjoying this brief moment of respite, something pops into Ratchet’s head as he stews in his thoughts, and he looks back over to Rivet with a smirk, who catches his gaze out of the corner of her eye, and turns back to him with a confused look.

“What?” She asks.

“Well… speaking of that one day where you cleaned off my back,” He begins slowly with a roll of his eyes, “I happen to recall a little deal we made after you did that.”

“Really?” Rivet asks, furrowing her brows. “Erm, what was it?”

“That you’d be willing to give me a backrub sometime, as long as I return the favor to you, of course.” He says with a smug smile. “I mean, we’ve both got some sore backs in real need of a good rub, after all, and you said you’d be willing to do it at any time if I asked. So… what do you say?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.

Rivet doesn’t immediately respond, instead looking back at him with wide eyes, then glancing back down to his chest, and although it had his regular shirt covering it, she could clearly see all of those glorious muscles that have been burned into her mind on that magnificently sweltering day, watching him work and drink and just simply exist in all his shirtless glory.

And most of all, she recalled those beautiful five minutes where she did nothing but clean the oil out of the fur on his back, running her hand all over those toned muscles that have since taken up permanent residence in her mind, the feeling of the firmness of those muscles always coming to her many a late night, making her feel nearly as hot as that blazing garage in the middle of the heatwave.

And now, finally being offered the chance to get yet another chance to caress those lovely muscles of his, and this time, fully free to indulge herself without putting up the act of merely wiping away grease—on top of having him return the favor, feeling her as well—she began to feel just as hot right now as she vigorously nods her head up and down with a gulp.

“Y-Yeah! Totally!” She hastily tells him.

“Well, I admit I’m a bit surprised by the sudden enthusiasm, but I guess the chance to get a backrub yourself is pretty exciting.” He says with a chuckle as he stands up from the couch. “Come on, we can just lay down on my bed, hell of a lot more comfortable to lay down on than this couch. Erm, if you don’t mind, of course?”

“N-Nope, not at all!” She tells him with a firm shake of her head, shooting up from the couch. “Bed sounds good to me!”

“Sweet, I just cleaned up in there, too, so you don’t have to worry about all of my dirty clothes and stuff laying around to gross you out while we’re in there.” He says as he leads her to his bedroom, her heart racing as her gaze is fixed solidly onto his back as he walks ahead of her. “Now I’m actually glad for once that Clank got on my case about cleaning up after myself. I’m sure you are too, huh?”

“Sure…” She mutters, imagining how his muscles must be stretching this way and that as he walked, swinging his arms lightly as he did so, only paying half her attention to his words.

They reach his room, where he opens the door, stepping inside before letting Rivet follow him in as well, unfortunately forcing her to break her gaze away from him as she instead looks around the room while he closes the door.

She’s seen the inside of his bedroom a few times already over the course of the last few months in all her visits here, but she was admittedly surprised by the cleanliness of the room, never having seen it so spotless in here.

“Wow, you really did clean up in here.” She comments, looking around, impressed. “Nice job.”

“Thanks, it was kind of a pain reorganizing everything.” He replies behind her, before he utters a sound of light exertion, shortly before Rivet hears cloth fall on the floor, making her stiffen up slightly.

She slowly turns around to witness a fully shirtless Ratchet in all of his glory once again, her gaze immediately falling onto his pecs and his abs as he rolled his arms a bit, giving her a playful smile as he did so.

“But hey, I’m glad someone else appreciates the work I did.” He finishes as Rivet struggles to keep her jaw from falling onto the floor at being welcomed by this magnificent sight once again.

“I appreciate it alright…” She mutters, feeling herself get a little hotter as she steals a glance down to the defined V of his pelvic muscles, disappearing down into his pants.

“What is it?” He asks, looking back down at himself. “Oh, erm, it’s probably weird having you see me without a shirt again, huh? Sorry, I figure that it’d be more comfortable if I didn’t wear one, but if it makes you uncomfortable I’ll totally put it back—”

“No!” Rivet quickly cuts him off, snapping her wandering eyes up from his crotch and into his own eyes with firm resolution, admittedly startling him with the intensity she stated it.

“I, uh…” He mutters, furrowing his brows at her.

“I-I mean, I’m good! It just, surprised me, is all! Turning around and seeing ‘whoop, there he is without a shirt!’” She says with a nervous chuckle, throwing her arms up in a shrug. “B-But I’m over it now, you can totally do this shirtless! That stupid thing would only get in the way between you and my hands, right?” She says, holding them up before her.

“I mean… erm, yeah, I guess?” He answers back with a raised eyebrow, inspecting her and the wide grin plastered on her face for a few moments before giving a shrug, walking past her and to the bed, which allows her to take a breath of relief.

She turns and watches him climb onto the bed, looking behind him and grabbing a pillow off the headboard before placing it down in front of him, and laying his head down onto it with his arms crossed beneath it, looking over to Rivet with a smile.

“Well, I’d say it’s about time we get to this backrub then, huh?” He says before nodding over his shoulder. “Have at it, I’ve got a bunch of knots calling your name.”

Rivet looks to him laying across the bed, inviting her to join her, and she unconsciously swallows as she points a hand up to him.

“S-So, you mean, just… get up there?” She asks with disbelief. “Just… up on your back?”

“Well, I don’t see how else you’re supposed to give a backrub.” He says with a chuckle. “Come on, I don’t mind.”

She gives a nod as her heart races faster. “Will do.” She mutters as she walks over to the bed as well while he rests his head back on the pillow.

She moves around to the side, stopping for a moment to just simply gaze at him laying down, that toned back presented to her and almost literally calling her name, and gives herself a silent fist pump at this dream come true, and crawls up onto the bed as well, walking on her knees over to him before reaching a leg over him, straddling him right over his butt, being mindful to not sit and instead hover over him.

“So, uh… w-where do I start, then?” She asks uncertainly, peeling off her glove as she remained fixated on his naked torso before her, completely open and free to do with as she pleased.

“Probably just start up near up top, then work your way down.” He replies. “Other than that, though, just do whatever you want.”

She takes a breath. “Sure thing.”

Clamping her hands in and out for a second, she leans down, and plants them right onto his upper back, in between his neck and shoulders, and lightly squeezes him, and is once again shocked at just how hard his muscles were, and he emits a small pleasured sigh as she does so.

“Oh, yeah, that feels nice, you’ve got this.” He says with satisfaction. “Just keep working your magic there.”

“Gladly.” She breathes, becoming completely enamored at actually feeling him and his muscles with her bare hands right now, beginning to knead and rub along the large trapezius on either side of him, cursing the fact that she had a metal arm so she couldn’t feel more of his body at once.

And as she traces her fingers along his taut and firm muscles, making sure to really dig her fingers into his flesh at particularly tougher-feeling places that indicated a big knot, he constantly emits low and pleasured moans, along with the odd ‘ahh’ as she works out the exhaustion out of his back, all of these noises doing wonders at exciting Rivet even more than his muscles already have.

“Mmm….” He utters, closing his eyes. “You’re amazing at this, Riv. I wouldn’t mind if we did this more often, honestly.”

“I wouldn’t mind, either…” She breathes in response, moving her hands down to the middle of his back, now wrapping her fingers around the sides of his body, beginning to wonder just how in the hell he manages to get this kind of definition.

And as she does, she unconsciously lowers herself down for a better vantage point, lowering her butt down onto his thighs, her breathing getting a little bit heavier as she shamelessly indulges in rubbing her hands all over his body, Ratchet making no complaint, simply moaning along as she continues to work out his knots, among other things.

Rivet could feel herself burning up inside, wondering how in the hell she managed to end up in this position that she fantasized about as she laid in bed late at night, scratching a certain itch that always came whenever she thought about Ratchet’s half-naked body. And right now, that heat was at an all-time high, culminated in a warmth down below that she was desperately hoping that Ratchet wouldn’t be able to detect as she sat on his thighs.

After a few minutes, she moves down even lower, now on his lower back, right above his butt, continuing to pay attention to his sides.

“Oh, yeah, make sure to really work it there, I’ve got a hell of a knot worked up down there.”

She gulps. “Sure thing. I’ll be sure to be extra thorough down here…” She mutters.

Just as he said, she feels all kind of tense muscles as she rubs all over him, and finds she has to really lean down onto him as she squeezed and needed the flesh below her fingers, the extremely satisfied sounds he was making in response being music to her ears.

However, while she was working at his knots, she couldn’t help but glance even lower, at his butt that lied just below her hands. She chewed on her lip as she stared at it, unable to deny that it played a big part of her fantasies, having been awakened to just how hot Ratchet was in that heatwave, and now, having those firm mounds just below her hands, mere inches away was one of the most tantalizing things she’s ever seen.

But then, she gets an idea in her mind, one that admittedly make her feel a little dirty, mostly in the bad way, but partly in the good way, and unfortunately, her now hot and bothered mind was screaming at her that the good way was the best way.

So, with a small breath and pounding heart, she slowly rubs her hands down below, over the hem of his pants, and onto his firm glutes, where she steals a quick squeeze, the amazing combination of yielding softness yet firm resistance from the toned flesh being even better than she could ever imagine.

But as soon as she squeezes it, she quickly retracts her hands back as Ratchet jumps a bit, with her loudly yet awkwardly chuckling as she does so.

“O-Oh, whoops, sorry about that! Got a little too into the massage!” She states, hoping that the shrillness of her voice didn’t betray her in her lie.

“Erm, n-nah, it’s all good, don’t worry.” Ratchet assures her, looking over his shoulder to give a small smile that she returns as well, right before he goes to sit up a bit more on his elbow. “But, erm, I’d say you did an awesome job, though, I feel amazing. Thanks for the backrub.”

“Oh… we’re done, then?” She asks, unable to hide the disappointment in her tone as she sits up to free Ratchet’s legs as he sits up, rolling his arms and stretching out his back while he kneels on the bed with her.

“Not yet, I’ve still gotta return the favor to you, too, you know.” He says with a small chuckle before scooting over and motioning his arm over to the pillow at the foot of the bed. “Go ahead and lay down, and let me work my magic.”

She gives a nod as she looks back to the pillow, with Ratchet taking off his own gloves as well as he does so. But as she’s scooting over to get into position, about to lay down, an idea pops into her head, and she freezes, making Ratchet furrow his brows a bit as he looks to her with confusion.

“Erm, what is it?” He asks with some worry. “Something wrong?”

She doesn’t immediately respond, instead chewing on her lip some more before she finally turns her head back to him. “Erm… close your eyes for a sec.”

“Wait, what?” He responds, tilting his head in confusion. “Why?”

“Just trust me, alright?” She says quietly. “I’ll… let you know when to open them.”

“I mean… well… if you say so, then.” He concedes with a bemused shrug, closing his eyes.

“Thanks. It’ll only take a sec.” He hears her reply.

And as he has his eyes closed, he hears an odd sound, something that could only be described as a zipper, then the sound of shuffling cloth, shortly thrown off the bed, he assumed, then felt the bed shift a little as she seemed to move around a bit.

“Alright.” She says, a few seconds later. “You can open them now.”

He does as she says, opening his eyes, and immediately going slack-jawed as he’s welcomed to the sight of Rivet laying facedown on the bed just as he was, and also just like him, completely shirtless, the entire top half of her body completely naked as she laid facedown, coyly looking at him over her shoulder as she buried her face into the pillow.

“I-I… erm…” Ratchet stutters, utterly flabbergasted at this sight before him, taking a large swallow, feeling himself heat up.

“I mean, like you said, backrubs are better if you’re not wearing a shirt, right?” She suggests with a bashful smile and tiny shrug. “And I figured it wouldn’t be bad like this since… you know… they’re all covered up if I’m on my stomach. Is… is this a problem?”

“No!” Ratchet exclaims, surprising her, right before he facepalms and takes a breath before looking back at her. “I mean, no. This isn’t a problem, I’m cool with it, it’s just that… well… it’s a little surprising seeing you like, well, that.” He says more calmly, gesturing over to her.

“Oh, yeah. I… probably should’ve given you some warning, huh?” She asks with a nervous smile, shrinking up a bit.

“I mean, maybe, but, it’s all good, you don’t have to be shy.” He says with an earnest smile. “To be honest… you look pretty good.”

Her heart flutters as he says that, and she doesn’t attempt to suppress the grin on her face as she snuggles the pillow even closer into her face.

“Thanks.” She replies. “…You look pretty good, too.”

“Thanks.” He responds contentedly, looking into her eyes as she does his.

They rest there for a few moments like that, simply staring at each other with genuinely caring looks, somehow able to keep their gazes constrained so as to not let them wander over the other’s body, instead resting in a comfortable silence.

However, it only lasts a few seconds as their concentration falters, Ratchet stealing another glance at her toplessness, admittedly trying to see if he could see something despite her laying on her stomach, and Rivet gazing over his abs, and down the V of his pelvic muscles, down to his crotch.

As she does, however, she could swear that his pants seemed a little tighter than they normally would, making her eyes widen and her heart pound, heating up a bit more, but she unfortunately doesn’t have more than a split-second to confirm as Ratchet hurriedly scoots over, clearing his throat.

“W-Well, anyway! Backrub time!” He says hastily, moving himself over her just as she did, also making sure to hover above her. “Just let me know if I’m going a little too far for any reason, alright?”

“Will do, hotshot.” She replies, returning her face to the pillow as he places his hands on her upper back, and giving a low moan herself as the base of his palms knead into her muscles, immediately relaxing away the tension she almost forgot she even had while she was too distracted by her own backrub. “Ooh, wow… that feels amazing.”

“Well, I’ve always been told I’m a man who’s good with his hands, after all.” Ratchet says amusedly.

“And I believe it.” She says with a small giggle. “Keep going.”

He obliges her request, focusing on the muscles right below her neck, between her shoulders, spending a nice, solid minute of working his fingers through her firm muscle—muscle that he couldn’t help but internally admire for just how hard they were, being the product of sheer work and power, admittedly making him a little more excited on top of the fact that she was topless at the moment.

But then, he radiates his hands outwards, pressing down as he went along, Rivet enjoying the feeling of his hands all over her naked back very much, burying her face in his pillow, finding it intoxicating as she was able to get a big whiff of his smell inside of it.

A few seconds later, however, Ratchet reaches her shoulders proper, and upon having his fingers touch the metal of her prosthetic, he suddenly pauses, breaking Rivet out of her hypnotizing trance as she suddenly stops feeling his movement, and looks back over her shoulder to him with furrowed brows.

“What is it?” She asks with concern. “Something wrong?”

He rubs the back of his head. “Well… kinda.” He says with a shrug and a coy smile.

“Really? What?” She follows up worriedly.

“Well… could you… take off your arm?” He asks gently, nodding over to it.

“I… What?” She asks with surprise. “W-Why?”

“So I can give your shoulder the proper love and attention it needs, of course.” He explains pointedly with a smile. “I want to do a thorough job, after all, and I don’t want to miss a spot. Especially a spot that really needs it.”

“That’s… I mean…” She looks away for a second, caught off-guard by his request before slowly bringing her gaze back up to him. “Are… are you sure?”

“Definitely.” He answers with a firm nod. “I mean, if you want to, of course. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, especially since you’re already so vulnerable looking like… this.” He finishes awkwardly, waving a hand across her half-naked self below him.

“N-No, I… I can do it.” She assures him with an earnest smile, feeling a warm fuzziness inside that tingled differently than seeing what she definitely thought she saw stretching his pants earlier. “But, erm, could you scoot back a bit?”

With a nod, Ratchet shuffles back on his knees, and Rivet sits up to kneel in front of him, her back to him as she reaches over and grips onto the shoulder of her prosthetic, and with practiced ease, detaches it from her body, leaving her side as naked as the rest of her torso, and she lays back down while placing the arm on the floor in front of the bed.

“W-Well… here you go.” She says, returning her head to his pillow, looking ahead. “Just… do what you want to do, then.”

“Will do. And don’t worry, I promise you that this’ll feel nice.” He says as he returns to his original position over her, once again placing his hands on her upper back.

But then, he immediately rubs his hands across her back towards her bare shoulder covered in scars, and then gently wraps his hand around her side, enveloping the cavity that should otherwise hold an arm, making her shiver and suck in a sharp breath.

“What? Does it hurt?” He asks worriedly, retracting his hand back.

“No!” She quickly reassures him, glancing over her shoulder. “It was just… surprising. I’ve… never had anyone else touch me there before, it feels weird. But… a good kind of weird, if that makes sense.” She says with a coy smile.

He gives her a smile as well as he nods, replacing his hand back onto it. “Alright, I was just making sure.” He says gently, right before lightly rubbing the area, applying light pressure as he did so.

And as he kneaded the scarred flesh on her side, Rivet sunk her head deeper into the pillow, absolutely relishing the feeling, never having realized just how tense and sore that part of her body felt until she felt Ratchet’s fingers working it all out like it was nothing.

“Oh, wow… that feels great, Ratchet.” She says in a blissful tone. “Thanks for doing this, I didn’t know I needed this.”

“Anytime, Rivet, I assumed that your shoulder must get tired with that big ol’ metal arm of yours hanging off of it all the time.” He replies. “And, well, I just wanted to do a little something to try and help.”

“I… thanks. I… really appreciate it.” She tells him fondly.

“No problem.” He answers warmly.

He continues to focus on her shoulder for a few more minutes, not caring about how rough the scar tissue carpeting the area was, or how odd the geometry of the mended bones beneath it felt, only caring about making sure he got every nook and cranny on that area as he could, and being very mindful not to go too far in towards her chest, lest he accidentally touch a certain other part of her body in his zealousness.

But as he slowly began to move away from it, now wanting to give the rest of her amazing back a fair treatment as well, he couldn’t help but notice how his heart raced at all her little moans and satisfied hums while he kneaded her toned flesh, and was unfortunately all too aware of the uncomfortable stiffness that had grown in his pants, making it increasingly harder to focus on his backrub, and instead focusing more on just how attractive she was, laying before him half-naked.

He knew she was quite strong—even more so than himself, he admitted—but seeing the source for all that strength in these surprisingly large muscles that have until now remained hidden underneath her shirt was definitely enlightening, to say the least, among other things. Those ‘other things’ of course culminating into the simple and apt description of ‘hot’, making him swallow as he moved down to the middle of her back.

And as he does so, just like she did, he sits down instead of hovering over her body as he straddled her, resting on her thighs to get good leverage in his massage.

But then, as he goes to lean forward to work out a particularly large knot, he suddenly feels pressure down below, and immediately realizes that the tent in his pants had just pressed up against her butt lying in front of it.

“Shit!” He quietly utters under his breath as he hastily moves back, rubbing his hands down as he did so, trying to disguise it as an intentional move instead of quickly trying to remove his stiffy from her butt.

He shoots a glance up to Rivet’s head, waiting for her to turn around and ask what that was, but she simply remains still as she had throughout her backrub, making quiet noises of her own as he continued working on his massage. He breathes a small sigh of relief, thanking his lucky stars at having avoided explaining this embarrassing situation of him getting hard at simply giving her a backrub, having no idea how he’s even go about doing that without wishing he could crawl in a hole and die.

Unbeknownst to him, however, as he refocused back onto kneading his fingers into her back—now being extremely mindful of where his crotch was now being placed—Rivet instead has wide eyes as she tightly grips the pillow that she was burying her face in.

He had just pressed his boner up into her butt, her mind screamed. He was actually hard—from her, even after having to look and feel up all her ugly scars! Sure, she was literally half-naked right now, her needing only to turn over to expose her small breasts to him if she so chose, but it was the fact that it was her half-naked body that was doing this to him!

Her logical mind told her that that was only natural for a guy, of course, and that it could mean nothing. But it couldn’t deny the fact that she now knew for certain that that was in fact him getting a hard-on as he looked at her earlier before he started his backrub.

And the fact of the matter was that knowing that Ratchet’s actual boner had just touched her—albeit accidentally—it was beyond arousing to her knowing that she was having this effect on him, making her feel even hotter down in her own pants than ever before.

Meanwhile, as she stealthily shifted her legs a bit to make herself a little more comfortable down below, Ratchet is almost done finishing up on her back, wrapping his fingers around her sides on her lower back, now more gently rubbing up and down, stopping just above the hem of her pants, still being careful of keeping the tent in his pants wrangled to a safe area away from her to prevent a repeat incident of that little collision.

But in order to do that, he was constantly looking down, mostly at his own crotch, but also partly to her butt, just sitting there right in front of it, on full display as she had her tail swept off to the side, and he only realized just now at just how toned it was, sitting this tantalizingly close to him. He was wondering if he should feel a bit ashamed that one of his biggest thoughts right now was wondering how soft it’d feel if he touched them right now, just simply cup them with his hands and give a small squeeze.

But as he swallowed, trying to contain himself at that thought, he loses focus of his where his hands were going in his massage, and as he strokes them down, he accidentally brushes them down right across her pants, and touches the top of her butt, making Rivet’s eyes widen a bit.

However, it only lasts for a split second as Ratchet curses under his breath for being stupid, immediately retracting his hands as he clears his throat with a nervous chuckle.

"W-Well, I'd say we're done here!” He hastily says, rubbing the back of his head with an awkward smile. “Looks like I’ve gotten everything up here and all those knots worked out, too, so we should probably wrap this up, then, huh?” He asks.

Rivet, however, chews on her lip, clutching onto the pillow beneath her head, nervously grinding her legs together as an idea pops into her mind, that small but exhilarating touch of his hands on her butt awakening her to something, and it was an idea that she was fairly positive that he’d be open to given by that stiffy in his pants.

“Erm, Rivet?” Ratchet asks, furrowing his brows at her sudden silence. “Did you hear me?”

Once again, she doesn’t immediately respond, letting these voices in her head debate with each other as one part of her screamed that this was a terrible idea, you’ll ruin everything with him, but the other more exciting part of her screamed that this was an amazing idea and that she needs to absolutely go through with it.

And, luckily, (or perhaps unluckily), she then takes a deep breath before lightly turning her head to the side.

“Erm… I think we can keep going, actually.” She states in what she hoped was a casual tone that didn’t betray at how nervous and excited she was.

Ratchet’s eyes widen as he gulps. “W-What do you mean?”

“Well… I’d say that my legs and stuff are a bit sore after today, too, and you already did such an amazing job on my back, after all.” She says with a shrug. “So, I was thinking that you could, you know… keep going with that massage?”

Now it’s Ratchet’s turn to remain frozen as her heart races, wondering if she really did overstep by asking that he keep going down her legs like that logical part of her mind was yelling at her in the first place, and as the seconds drag on, she’s ready to just hurriedly assure him that it’s fine and to forget that she said anything so that she could escape from the awkwardness.

But before she can turn her head to say the words, she is cut off by Ratchet finally speaking up. “Y-Yeah, we can do that.” He says. “I mean, if you’re asking for it, of course, I-I don’t mind.”

She relaxes her tense posture, feeling both relieved and exhilarated that this was happening, wearing a smile on her face as she gives a nod, still looking ahead. “Alright, great. You can keep going where you left off, then.”

“Will do.” Ratchet mutters, returning his gaze back to her lower half, scooting back a bit on the bed so that he could have better access to her legs, hovering his hands over her thighs. “Just… let me know if I’m doing anything wrong.” He says with a deep breath as he places his hands down onto the middle of her thighs.

But as exciting as the electric feeling of having his hands down there felt to Rivet, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, and turns her head back to her side to speak up.

“Well, erm, I could give a pointer right now, actually.” She states.

“Wait, really? Did I mess up that bad already?” He asks worriedly, immediately retracting his hands.

“No, nothing like that, I liked it, honest!” She assured him. “But, erm… I’d say you’re starting a bit low for a proper massage, don’t ya think?”

“What?” He asks in disbelief, glancing up to the back of her head, then to that wonderful hunk of muscle above her thighs. “Y-You mean… start at your… butt?” He asks, awkwardly clearing his throat. “A-Are you sure?”

“I mean… it’s just a muscle, right?” She suggests with a shrug. “I… really don’t mind it, Ratchet. It’s just a massage, right?”

Once again, she was hoping that he wouldn’t be able to detect the thrill in her voice at her literally inviting him to feel up her ass as much as he pleases, just imagining how great it must feel to have those truthfully amazing hands working at her soft flesh there.

“…Y-Yeah, I guess it’s just a normal part of a massage, huh?” He agrees, giving a nervous chuckle. “Just, totally normal.”

“Exactly.” She says with relief, silently cheering that he as actually doing this.

“Alright, then… here I go, I guess.” He says, bringing his hands down onto her butt.

And as soon as his palms land smack dab in the middle of each cheek, he involuntarily grips onto the soft yet firm flesh with his fingers, simultaneously making him even harder than he was before—something he didn’t think was possible—and making Rivet elicit a satisfied and pleasure moan.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s it…” She says lowly. “That feels nice, hotshot.”

“Good to know…” He breathes, beginning to indulge himself with kneading her ass, having to make a large conscious effort to not stop and pinch himself to see if he was dreaming right now, being able to actually do this to his heart’s content, his pants almost hurting now from how tightly his hard-on was struggling against the constraining fabric.

He allows himself to enjoy this wonderful hunk of muscle that he’s admittedly stared at many a time for a few more heavenly minutes, Rivet giving no protest, only giving quiet hums as she relishes in this absolutely amazing feeling of the entirety of her butt swallowed in his hands, almost acting as his plaything as he gripped and rubbed it.

But as much as Ratchet loved indulging in this unexpected yet very much welcome opportunity, he wills himself to (disappointedly) begin to allow his hands wander down, to the tops of her thighs, kneading into the toned muscle, wanting to at least try and pretend that this was just a normal massage and not shamelessly feeling up Rivet’s ass.

But as he was massaging her thighs, right up to where it met her glutes, he suddenly became acutely aware of a heat emanating from between her legs, even through her pants. He didn’t attempt to move his hands any closer to the interior of her thighs, however, simply just pretending like he didn’t notice it, but his mind began to race as he continued with his massage, Rivet continuing to give sounds of pleasured satisfaction as he worked out on the knots that actually laid within her legs.

Was she really getting turned on by this? By him? It almost sounded too good to be true, thinking that she was getting just as hot and bothered as he was right now in the middle of this massage, but with just how warm that area was, even despite him not having his fingers close that close to it in the first place… it truly seemed to be the case.

And the fact of the matter was that the fact that it was him that was making her feel like this, just as aroused as he was right now… it was a major turn-on to him, making him take a large swallow as his dick throbbed in his pants.

He has this idea latched onto his mind as he continues working down her legs, now moving from her thighs to her calves, rubbing and gripping onto the large and firm muscles, beginning to once again appreciate at how strong she was to keep a figure like this.

But as he’s focused on her calves, Rivet once again gets an idea—perhaps her boldest one yet—but unlike last time, she doesn’t waste time with an internal debate, feeling certain that he’d be very responsive to this one, given at how she didn’t fail to notice just how long he lingered on her ass earlier.

“You know…” She speaks up, making him pause as he glances up at her. “I think I know how to make this even more of a proper massage, since we skipped a little step.”

“E-Erm… and what step is that?” He asks.

“Well… you really want to get at all that muscle to do a good job, and we both took off our shirts to do that, so it’s only natural that I should… you know… take off my pants, too?” She proposes a little bashfully.

His mind has to practically reboot as she says those words, feeling extremely hot inside as she hesitantly turns her head to look over at him over her shoulder. “Is… is that a bit too much?”

He quickly and vigorously shakes his head, snapping out his racing thoughts “No!” He involuntarily exclaims, surprising her a bit, but exciting her even more as she gives a smile and a nod.

“Alright. Just give me a sec, then…” She says as she removes her hand from under her pillow to instead slide it down her front, lifting her pelvic area up a bit to reach her pants to undo them, immediately loosening up as she undoes the button, and making her heart pound as she drinks in the situation that she’s going to be almost completely naked in front of Ratchet.

She shuffles her pants down a bit, now exposing the top of the red panties she wore, Ratchet watching with bated breath as he simply straddles above her, counting his lucky stars that he’s been blessed to witness this glorious sight for himself.

But then, she stops as her pants only make it halfway down her butt, admittedly disappointing him more than a little bit, but then she looks back over to him over her shoulder with a small, awkward smile.

“Erm, usually this is a bit easier with my other arm, too, but since it’s not here… could you help me pull them off?” She asks bashfully.

She swallows as he nods his head. “Definitely.” He states firmly.

And as she gives an earnest smile in response, he then leans down, and places his hands at her sides, tucking his fingers in to the waistband of her pants, and begins to pull them down, Rivet lifting herself to assist him, and the feeling of his fingertips grazing along her bare body as he did so, sending an electric tingle through her in all the right places.

Ratchet pulls them down over her crotch, now in the middle of her thighs, and as she lifts her legs to allow him to pull them off, he haphazardly tosses them aside as he simply kneels there, unnoticing at how his breathing sounds louder now, only caring about this absolutely magnificent sight of a naked Rivet laying on her stomach right in front of him, donned in only a pair of panties that were in fact sporting a noticeable damp spot, confirming his suspicions of her own arousal.

But, not only that, he also couldn’t help but notice the design of her red panties as well, being spotted with cutesy cartoon depictions of Puffoids all over, which couldn’t help but make him give a small chuckle.

“What is it?” Rivet asks, not expecting that reaction, turning to look over her shoulder once more. “What are you—oh.” She says dumbly, noticing the underwear she was currently sporting. “I… erm… forgot I wore those ones today. I swear I don’t usually wear stuff like this, it’s just laundry day, and not everything I have are stupid like this and—”

“Woah, I didn’t say that they were stupid or anything, Riv, don’t worry.” Ratchet gently assures her with a smile, making her pause in the middle of her embarrassed rambling. “I was just a little surprised, is all, but now that I’m looking at them… I’d say I like them, too. They suit you.” He says fondly.

“I… really?” She asks coyly, hugging onto the pillow beneath her head a little more. “You don’t think it’s weird that the hotshot rebel who took down an empire likes to wear… cutesy stuff like that?”

“Not at all. I mean… I guess it only makes sense that cute wears cute, right?” He says with an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his head.

But as she feels herself become even more flushed at his comment, he instead sighs in embarrassment. “Man, that was super cheesy, sorry—”

“No, don’t be.” She assures him with a grin. “I… think you’re cute, too.”

“Oh, erm… I’m… glad to hear it, then.” He says earnestly, his anxiety melting away for that warm fuzziness that always came whenever he looked at her. “Thanks, Riv.”

“No problem, hotshot.” She says warmly. “But… are you going to just sit there all day, or get back to this massage?” She asks, wiggling her naked legs a little bit.

“Erm, right!” He says, snapping out of his fawning over her, focusing back onto her calves that were almost literally calling his name. “Will do.”

And with that, he returns his hands back to her lower legs, the both of them immensely enjoying this feeling of bare hands on bare legs, both wishing that they just went ahead and had the pants off the first go around. But as long as they were doing this now, Ratchet made sure to take his sweet time, now able to fully see below him just what he was doing to her as he was hypnotized by that damp spot in her cute Puffoid-speckled panties.

He works his way up her calves, kneading the soft flesh, then slowly sliding them up further, past the nook of her knee, and cupping the lower thighs, digging her fingers into her muscle, making her elicit yet another satisfied moan, but one that was louder than the previous ones, Ratchet noted, telling him he was doing wonders.

But as he works on her thighs, he very lightly begins to gently nudge them apart as his fingers begin to explore further on the inside, feeling bold and confident enough to go ahead with this, and luckily, Rivet was fully responsive, parting her legs a bit to allow him to grip at the taut flesh of the inside of her thighs, getting all the spots that he missed earlier, not being brave enough to wander this far.

While he was doing this, he was very acutely aware of the heat radiating from a certain other spot above his hands, now gently caressing her thighs, the intensity of the heat having been increased by the lack of an extra barrier provided by her pants, spurring him on even more.

Very slowly, he begins rubbing his hand closer and closer to that spot, being ready to immediately retreat at a moment’s notice the instant she shows any kind of protest, but no such protest comes as he’s a mere inch away from her panties, gently stroking the fur of her legs, savoring every second of it.

Now having reached this boundary of no return, Ratchet pauses for a moment, looking right at the wet spot in her panties, then taking a deep breath, heart pounding as he hesitantly removes a hand from her though, instead slowly moving an outstretched finger to her mound.

And just like that, the tip of his finger presses up against her, him able to feel the sheer heat and dampness of her sex, sending a chill down his spine at the fact that he was actually touching her as he had fantasized about too many times before.

But as exhilarating as having his finger on her was, he makes sure to shoot his head up back at her head, waiting for any sign of protest from her, reading to profusely apologize for stepping way too far if need be. But instead, he only hears her suck in a sharp breath of surprise, and instead of pulling away, she instead leans her body into his fingers, burying her face into his pillow with a low and seductive moan, riling him up even more.

He takes this as a surefire sign to keep going, and as he traces his fingers along the small slit he can feel through the panties, he is unable to get over at how surreal this entire situation was to him, actually stroking his finger along her pussy, feeling her heat and wetness for himself, and knowing that it was him who was causing her to make those lecherous sounds as she moaned into her pillow, pushing herself against his fingers, working their magic.

He then shifts his hand to get into a more comfortable position now that he knows they’re really doing this, placing his palm against her ass for leverage as he cups the rest of her mound with his fingers, using his middle one to stroke up and down along her panties, pressing in a bit as he does so, his breathing getting almost as heavy as hers was right now.

“Mmmf, yeah, right there…” She breathes, feeling like she was on fire right now, with Ratchet’s fingers only stoking it even more as she fanned the flames herself by making sure to inhale deeply into his pillow she was burying her face into, his scent filling her nose. “That feels amazing.”

“Good to hear.” Ratchet replies with a husky breath, using his other fingers to rub against her labia as his middle one continues to trace along her slit, almost feeling her get hotter and damper beneath his hand.

He continues with this motion for a few minutes, leaning down with a hand propped up on the bed right beside her thigh, her leg pressing into his arm as she spread her legs, attempting to give him even more room to work his fingers into her, the thin fabric of her panties doing little to stifle the pleasure she felt, already nearing the edge just from him rubbing her.

But then, Ratchet sees her grip onto the pillow even tighter, indicating this to him, and a small smirk grows on his face as he refocuses back to his hand, and pauses his fingering for a moment, removing them from the soaked cloth.

And upon feeling the pressure leave from down there, Rivet’s unable to hide her disappointment as she turns her head. “Hey, what are you—OH!”

She is cut off as she suddenly feels Ratchet push her panties inside, and deftly inserts a finger inside of her pussy, making her exclaim a surprised sound as he begins moving his middle finger in and out of her, using his index finger to rub her clit while he simply looks at her with a smile.

“This.” He says plainly, enjoying the loud moans she was now emitting, practically panting as he now worked to finish her off.

“O-Oh fuck, that feels good!” She states, unconsciously lifting her butt up a little to grind into his fingers while simultaneously giving him a better vantage. “Y-Yeah, keep rubbing right there, that—ah—feels really good when you do that!”

“Sure thing, Riv.” He says with a nod, focusing in on the spot just inside of her, his fingers feeling practically no resistance from all the build-up and teasing, and feeling incredibly hot as well.

He finds a good rhythm to hit that spot inside of her, spurred on by her muffled cries of pleasure into his pillow, and promptly begins to quickly pump his finger in and out of her, circling and rubbing her clit simultaneously as well, causing her to breathe even harder.

“Holy shit, Ratchet, if you keep going like that, I’ll—hah—I’m gonna… gonna… MMMF!” She cries out, biting into his pillow as he finally brings her over the edge, filling her body with an electric sense of euphoria, causing her to arch her back and curl her toes while Ratchet feels her interior wall clamp down around his finger, the sight of her orgasming from his hand alone almost being enough to send himself over the edge as well.

But after only a few seconds that felt like a heavenly eternity to Rivet, the euphoric high slowly washes away, her muscles finally relaxing as she simply collapses herself back down onto the bed, leaving Ratchet to slip his finger out of her and inspect it with wondrous disbelief that this actually happened while Rivet pants in front of him, recovering from her orgasm.

“That, uh… that really just happened, huh?” He mutters, staring at her naked, panty-clad body, her pussy still visible to him as her underwear fails to fully cover it even without his hand keeping it out of the way.

“Yeah… I guess it did.” She says blissfully, lazily turning her head on her pillow to look at him over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes and dopy smile. “And you were fucking amazing.”

“Well… I mean… I told you that I’ve been called a man who’s good with his hands, right?” He says with a small smile and a shrug, rubbing the back of his head.

She can’t help but give a small laugh at his statement, to which he joins in as well.

“I guess I can’t argue with that, at least.” She concedes amusedly. “I can’t say I’ve ever felt something as… intense as that before.”

“Neither have I, honestly. That was just… wow.” He says breathlessly with wonder, still straddling himself above her as he gazes onto her beautiful body, laid bare beneath him.

But then, he quickly shakes his head, awkwardly clearing his throat as he removes a leg from one side of her, prompting Rivet to confusedly furrow her brows and look back over to him over her shoulder.

“W-Well, erm, I’d say that this massage is over now that I’m finished doing your back and… everything else,” He says a little hastily with a nervous chuckle, “So we should probably get all dressed and stuff before you get all uncomfortable—”

“What do you mean?” She bluntly asks, stopping him in his tracks as she leans up on her arm. “I mean… I’d say it’s your turn for your… massage, too.” She says with a lustful smile, looking into his eyes, but not before unsubtly flashing a glance back to the large tent in his pants as he kneeled by her side.

He gulps, and feels his member throb a bit as she gives him that look, but he just rubs the back of his head as he nervously looks away.

“I… I don’t want to make you feel like you have to return the favor or anything, Riv.” He says earnestly with a shrug. “I get that you’ve never really done this kinda thing before, and I don’t want to, like, push you to do anything you don’t wanna do. I’m totally cool with just leaving this night just as it is so—”

“No.” She states firmly, prompting him to look back over to her. “I… I do want to do this, Ratchet. I mean, I know I’ve never really done this before, but… I also know that I want to do this with you.”

And as she says that, she gets up from her stomach, instead getting up on her knees just as he does, and turns towards him, staring into his emerald eyes. But as she does, Ratchet’s eyes widen, now welcomed with the sight of her naked front, including her small breasts, with small pink nipples poking out of the fur on the modest buds of her chest.

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, however, as he feels Rivet’s hand take his own, making him tear his gaze away from her breasts as he glances to the hand gripping tightly onto his, and then back up to her eyes, staring back into his with a loving gaze, accompanied with a warm smile while she scoots over even closer to him.

“You don’t have to worry, Ratchet, because I don’t feel worried around you; I feel safe. And all warm and fuzzy, too, and you’ve made me feel absolutely fucking amazing just now, and believe me when I say that the thing I want most right now is to make you feel just as amazing right now, too.” She whispers to him, gripping onto his hand even tighter. “So, please… won’t you let me do that?”

He gulps, his mind racing as he gets lost in those wonderful sapphire eyes of hers, almost not caring about the fact that the only thing keeping her from stark-nakedness right now was a pair of cute Puffoid-covered panties, but only about the person in front of him—the wonderful, beautiful, amazing person that was holding his hand, giving him a tender smile that made his heart flutter.

After a few silent seconds shared between the two, Rivet suddenly feels his hand squeeze hers in return as a smile of his own begins to grow on his face before he gives a small nod.

“Alright.” He whispers in return. “Let’s do this, then.”

“Good.” She replies blissfully with a smile. “Then how about we start by doing… this?”

Before Ratchet could ask what ‘this’ meant, she begins to slowly lean forward, and it only takes him a split second to understand what she was doing, and he immediately takes the queue to lean forward as well, closing his eyes while Rivet does the same, and a moment later, they each feel their lips touch, sending an electric tingle down both their spines at the sudden contact.

While at first it is a quick peck, it only takes a few seconds before their mouths both slowly open, inviting their tongues to hesitantly probe inside to meet the other’s, beginning to dance and swirl around each other, the both of them savoring the taste of the other as they did so.

There kiss quickly begins to grow much deeper and passionate, heavily breathing through their noses so they don’t dare to break it for a breath, and Rivet’s hand lets go of his own as she instead wraps it around his back, prompting him to do the same, bringing his own arms around her, and hugging her tightly to his body as they kneel on the bed.

And as they hug each other, the relish the exhilarating feeling of having their bare chests pressed against each other, Ratchet feeling how soft her modest breasts were, and her small nipples poking at him, and Rivet feeling how firm and strong his pecs were, getting excited at the thought she will soon be free to do with them as she pleased, but content with simply remaining in his arms in the time being, tenderly kissing him as her tongue probed deeper into his mouth.

Their hands explored each other’s backs in their increasingly tender embrace, Rivet’s sole hand caressing the muscles she had massaged and rubbed just minutes before, unable to get enough of them, with Ratchet following a similar sentiment as both of his hand roamed across her backside from the peaks of muscle near her shoulder blades to the soft flesh just above her butt, enjoying every inch of her amazing body.

And he truly meant everything, as his left hand stroking the fur of her upper back then meander over, and begins lovingly caressing the scars of her missing arm, giving them as much caring attention as he did in her backrub earlier, causing her inhale a sharp breath through her nose in surprise at the sudden contact, before moaning deeper into his mouth, and holding onto him even tighter.

But after only a minute of making out, Rivet begrudgingly breaks the kiss, opening her eyes as she backs away, leaving a thin trail of saliva between her and Ratchet’s mouth, who also opens his eyes, still holding onto her, unable to suppress a small disappointed look as he looks back at her however.

“Lay down.” Rivet breathes.

Ratchet gives a silent nod as he obliges her request, letting her gently push him down onto the bed, his head laying down on the pillows at his headboard, and Rivet beginning to straddle him while he stretches his legs out instead of kneeling, the both of them having their lips still locked in order to steal a few more beautiful seconds of kissing before Rivet breaks it once again, looking into his eyes before allowing her own to wander down to his chest.

She removes her hand from his back and instead places it in the middle of his pec, and while straddling him from above, decides to lower herself down, knowing exactly where she was going as she then sits right on top of the boner in his pants, each of them able to feel the heat of the other’s sex as she does so, and Rivet could feel him throb from below her pussy, making him suck in a sharp breath in turn, prompting her to smile as she returns a lascivious look.

“So… I’d say it’s about time I finish your massage, then.” She says slyly, beginning to rub his chest as her half-lidded eyes stare at the toned flesh.

“S-Sure thing…” Ratchet replies, his mind elsewhere as he feels Rivet lightly grinding on him through his pants.

And as he begins to quietly moan in pleasure, Rivet feels that familiar heat reigniting inside of her, the sounds he was making and the amazing feel of his hot and hard dick beneath her stoking the flames as she then moved her hand down from his pecs to his firm abs, appreciating the toned lumps of his modest yet lean six-pack, lightly kneading them to feel them as much as she could with her fingers.

While she was once again drinking in this wonderful sight of his fit body, Ratchet’s hands plant themselves on her thighs, resting on either side of his body, caressing her and gripping at the hunk of muscle that laid beneath her fur.

“You know… I never really knew just how hot you were until that heatwave, when I was able to see all of this for myself.” Rivet comments salaciously, taking a moment to rub her hand in a wide circle, going from his abs, to his stomach, to his pecs, then circling back down to where she began. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to spoil myself with doing this right now.” She hums with a small smile.

Ratchet smiles as well through the blissful sensation of all the physical contact she was giving him. “So, I guess it wasn’t the heat that was making you act all weird that day, then?”

“Well… it was a heat, I guess you could say.” She says with a small roll of her eyes, shrugging before she gives him a playful smirk. “But it wasn’t the kind that made us boil alive in the garage out there.”

“If it was anything as intense as what I’m feeling from you right now, I’m surprised you were able to even function correctly at all.” He replies, gripping onto her thighs as she grinded along his shaft, sending an electrifying tingle through his spine as he gives a low moan, closing his eyes. “Because I’m struggling to even think right now.”

She giggles. “Nice to know I’m doing a good job then.”

“You’re doing amazing, Riv.” He answers, opening his eyes once again to look into her own, giving her a smile that made her heart race in adoration while she gave one in return, still rubbing his abs.

But then, his gaze lowers down to her breasts, him able to see them subtly raise and lower as she breathed, their motion even more pronounced from all of the excitement causing her breathing to be more akin to light panting.

However, Rivet doesn’t fail to notice his wandering eyes, and upon looking down at herself, her smile falters a bit, and her grinding pauses.

“Oh, I’m… sorry if I’m not as big as you’d like.” She says coyly. “This’d probably be better if I actually had boobs, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” Ratchet asks confusedly. “You do have boobs, Rivet. And they are perfect.”

She looks back up from herself to return a surprised expression. “Wait, really? You… don’t think they’re too small or anything?”

“Of course not. And it wouldn’t matter if they were even smaller or as big as your head, because either way, they’re still a part of you; and everything about you is absolutely perfect.” He says firmly with a grin.

Once again, she feels herself heat up once again, but this time, it wasn’t inside of her soaked panties, but instead, to her cheeks and ears at the sheer confidence in his tone with how he said those words, making her heart flutter even more than it already has.

“And… you’re not just saying that?”

“Hell no.” He says with a light shake of his head, still smiling. “In fact, let me prove it to you.”

And before she could ask how, she emits a small sound of surprise as she feels his hands surround her breasts, cupping the soft flesh and gently kneading them, giving small squeezes with his fingers, and she could feel his dick bounce and throb in his pants beneath her as he did so, his gaze locked onto her nipples, of which his thumbs began to play with pressing in on them and circling around them, prompting her to give a low moan.

“Hey, I—ah—thought I was supposed to be the one giving the massage here?” She protests with little resolve behind it, her mind now only paying half its attention to her own massage on his stomach as the other half is only concerned with how good his hands felt on her tits.

“You want me to stop, then?” He asks with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck no.” She immediately answers, resuming her grinding, now with a renewed fervor. “Keep going.”

“Gladly.” He states, now focusing on playing with her nipples, lightly pinching them between his thumb and index finger, palms still pressed up against her boobs, loving how soft and warm they were, and loving the noises she was making as he was doing so even more.

But after a few minutes of Rivet grinding herself along his boner through his pants and her panties, each little thrust and movement sending a wave of pleasure through the both of them, she eventually slides herself down once more down the length of his shaft, but instead of then promptly sliding back up, she instead keeps going, slipping off of the tent of his pants as she scoots back a bit, and unfortunately for Ratchet, bringing her breasts out of his reach.

“What are you… oh.” He mutters with wide eyes as her hand trails down from his abs before the base of her palm rests on top of the hem of his pants.

“Yeah.” She whispers, locking her gaze on the bulge in his pants, the material darkened a little from a combination of her own moisture and his own, seeing it bounce and throb as it tried to escape the restricting confines of it cloth prison.

With a deep breath, her heart pounding, she takes her hand and undoes the button on his pants, popping them open, and also revealing his zipper that she pinches between her two fingers, dragging it down, her hand brushing along his boner as she does so, allowing her to feel for herself just how warm it was, even through his pants, and Ratchet huffs a heavy breath at the contact.

As the zipper reaches the end of its travel, his hard-on now stand up a little straighter through his plain black boxers, the tip already damp with his own excitement, making Rivet chew her bottom lip while she grabbed his pants at the side of his waistband, pulling down lightly before she meets some resistance.

“Erm, could you…?” She whispers.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” He responds quietly with a husky breath, lifting his butt off of the bed slightly whilst grabbing the other side with his own hand. “Here, I’ll help you.” HE tells her with a small smile.

“Thanks.” She replies with one of her own as she pulls down his pants down over his crotch, him pushing down as well to help make up for her lack of an assisting arm, and once past his pelvis, she has no trouble pulling them off of his legs without his help, getting off of him for a moment to fully peel them off of him, and throws them off to her side as she looks back to his dick, still covered by his thin black boxers.

With another deep breath, shaking with nervous excitement, she reaches her hand out, and hooks her fingers under the waistband beneath his navel, the feeling of her bare fingers on him in such a place sending a small shiver down his spine, and gently pulls them down, not needing to ask for help as Ratchet willingly lifts his butt off the bed once again for her ease.

And in one slow motion, his red member pops up, making her breath hitch in her throat upon seeing it standing at attention as his boxers are freed from himself, and as she pulls them down his legs to fully remove them, she doesn’t dare look away, drinking in the sight of his now entirely-naked self, from the tip dribbling with some of his precum, down the length of his modest shaft, the small orbs at the base that lied his knot, then the furry sack of his balls lying beneath it all, resting on top of the bed as he laid there, legs slightly spread to give her this magnificent view.

“Woah…” She breathes, eyes widening as she lets the simple fact set in that she was actually seeing Ratchet’s cock sitting right there in front of her, the object of many of her late-night fantasies, already making her pussy itch with hot desire.

“W-Well… here I am, I guess.” Ratchet states with a small, nervous smile. “I, uh… hope it isn’t too small for you or anything.” He adds bashfully.

“No.” She mutters in response, swallowing as she saw it gently bob up and down with his heartbeat. “It’s even better than I imagined.” She says as she scoots back over to him, bringing her leg over his own, sitting on his legs as she straddles before him.

But then, she coyly looks back up at him, tearing her gaze away from his dick with an apprehensive look. “Can… Can I touch it?” She quietly asks, subtly pointing at it with her hand.

He gives a small nod, his dick involuntarily throbbing at those words. “I-I’d like that, yeah.”

“Alright.” She says, slowly bring her hand over to it, but then pausing just short of actually touching it to give him one more glance. “Just… let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, alright?”

“No problem. I’m sure you’ll do great anyway, Riv, don’t worry.” He softly assures her with a smile. “You were already doing a great job without taking my pants off, after all.” He says amusedly.

Rivet can’t help but giggle, admittedly feeling a lot more assured as she realizes he makes a great point there, and after taking a second to calm down, she looks back to his dick, hand still outstretched, and finally reaches out the rest of the way, taking the shaft within her fingers.

But as she does so, his dick suddenly jumps while he sucks in a sharp breath, gripping onto the bedsheets on either side of him, and she immediately lets go as she looks at him with worry.

“Shit, did I mess up already?” She asks with hasty fear. “Did I grab too hard or something?”

“No!” Ratchet quickly assures her, holding up a placating hand. “I just… didn’t expect it to feel that good is all.” He states with a smile. “Like I said, you’re doing amazing.”

“Really?” Rivet asks, simultaneously being relieved, thrilled, and also a little surprised at the statement. “Just from that?”

“Well, what can I say? I mean… I’d be lying if I said I never really fantasized about something like this happening for a while now.” He says looking away a little bashfully, rubbing the back of his head with a small but nervous chuckle.

Rivet grins, finding his own coyness to be more than a little cute, but also very reassuring, making her feel much better that he was in the same boat as her.

Feeling spurred on by this small dose of confidence, she once again looks back to his dick, and gently takes it back into her hand, but this time, not letting go, now expecting his reaction to her mere touch, and is able to feel at how his dick pulls at her hand, throbbing along with his racing heartbeat.  

“Huh…” She mutters, lightly gripping it, and very slowly rubbing her hand up and down its length. “It feels… weird. Like, it’s hard, but soft, too. And it’s so warm, too.” She comments with wonder.

“Y-Yeah…” Ratchet comments distantly, breathing heavily, focusing on not just finishing right here and now as her soft yet inexperienced hand does absolute wonders for him, feeling all tingly on his sensitive organ.

She strokes her hand up to the tip, and curiously, brings her thumb up to the tip, and rubs across the top of it,       brushing it against some of the fluid leaking out of it as well, noting just how slick it was.

“Ah, careful, it’s really sensitive there.” Ratchet speaks up, gripping even tighter onto the bedsheets.

“Oh, erm, shit, sorry.” Rivet responds, quickly removing her thumb from the tip.

“N-No, it’s alright, it still feels good.” He replies, giving a small smile through his half-lidded eyes, enjoying the pleasure. “But just… too good. I don’t wanna finish already is all.”

She chuckles. “Me neither. I’ve still got a lot more to do.” She says, stroking her hand up and down his shaft a few more times, enjoying the feeling of the warm and firm rod between her fingers, right before bringing her hand down around his knot. “Like looking at this thing, for example.”

He emits a small moan as she lightly squeezes it, finding it to be just as firm as the rest of his dick, and just as warm, too. “Go ahead.” He breathes, looking at her rubbing her hand all around it, wearing an expression of astonished curiosity and slight wonder.

“…This thing’s really supposed to… actually go inside of me, huh?” She comments quietly, inspecting its respectable girth. “I mean, I admit I’ve… seen porn and stuff about this, but seeing it in person is… something.” She exhales.

“You’re… not scared, are you?” Ratchet asks softly.

“What? No, don’t worry, I’m not scared, I know that I really want to do this, believe me.” Rivet tells him, looking up from his dick to look into his eyes with a nod.

But then, she breaks their gaze with each other as she then glances off to the side with a timid look. “But… I’d say that I was… I don’t know, a little nervous, I guess? I’ve never done this before, and these things just look… a bit intense, is all.” She says with a small shrug. “I know that’s probably kind of a stupid thing to say, huh?”

“I wouldn’t call it stupid.” Ratchet replies, prompting her to glance back up at him from the floor. “I get why you’d be nervous about this, Riv, don’t worry, I completely understand.” He says soothingly, giving her a warm smile as he reaches down to place his hand over hers, albeit still resting on his dick. “But I’ll be right here to help you every bit of the way, okay? We only do what you’re willing to do, and at your pace, too. Alright?”

She looks back to his hand over her own in surprise, gripping onto it with a firm yet caring strength, and then looks back up to his smiling face, expectantly yet patiently waiting for an answer.

But with words like that, said with such tender sincerity that made her happy to think that she was right here with him of all people, it takes her only a few seconds for her to return a smile of her own with a nod, letting go of his dick so that she could turn her hand over to hold his in her own, reciprocating the tight grip.

“Alright.” She says contentedly. “I trust you.”

He smiles even wider as he gives her hand one more squeeze before she lets go. “Okay. Just remember; do only what you’re comfortable with doing.”

“Sure thing.” She says, flashing him one more sweet smile before looking back down to his dick, standing at attention before her.

She once again reaches a hand out, but this time, instead of the shaft, she instead goes to cup his balls with her finger, lifting them slightly to feel their light weight, rolling them along her fingers a bit, marveling at this odd bit of his anatomy while he moans a bit in response.

“Ah, be super careful with that part, too.” He advises her. “That one actually hurts if you’re not doing right.”

“Oh, erm, am I not doing it right, then?” She asks, keeping them carefully resting in her fingers.

“N-No, but just, you know… don’t squeeze them any harder than that, is all.” He explains with a small chuckle.

“Well, it must be a good thing I took my arm off, then.” She adds with an amused smile as she continues playing with his sack. “Not sure how careful I’d be if used that hand instead.”

“Well… just try and make sure to keep them unscrambled in the meantime, alright?” He asks. “I’m kinda attached to them, after all.”

She chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice to them.” She says, once again resuming her motion of lightly rubbing them between her fingers, and this time, throwing in a few very light squeezes to test the yielding flesh, Ratchet giving approving moans in response, his cock bouncing with every other movement, making Rivet feel a bit of wonder at just how interesting the male body was with how much was going on.

But not only that, it also made her very keenly aware of the heat inside her own body, culminating at an all-time high within her panties, filling her with strong desire as she chewed her lip, observing the shaft as she continued playing with his sack, just thinking about how that thing is actually supposed to enter her.

And while it did make her a bit nervous, not quite knowing what to expect or what to feel from it… just that very thought of having Ratchet inside of her excited her beyond belief.

Ratchet feels her hand retract from his balls, prompting him to open his eyes back up from enjoying the sensation, and he picks his head up from off the pillow to look down, also feeling her shift on the bed a bit, but his eyes widen as he’s met with the sight of Rivet finishing with removing her panties, seeing her slide it off of her ankle before tossing it on the floor beside the bed.

She then looks back at his dick for a moment, before bringing up her gaze to meet Ratchet’s as she kneels before him, pussy bare as her entire body was laid bare, her small breasts rising as she inhales a deep breath.

“I… think I’m ready.” She says quietly, her voice husky with nervousness and anticipation.

He swallows. “You mean with…?”

“Yeah.” She says with a small nod, taking another breath before beginning to scoot over closer up to him, grasping onto his dick with her sole hand. “So, I guess I just—”

“Wait, hang on, not yet.” Ratchet speaks up, prompting her to stop and freeze what she was doing, looking back up to him with confusion.

“What? Why?” She asks, unable to suppress the disappointment in her tone.

Ratchet doesn’t answer, instead scooting his upper body over to the side a bit before reaching over to his nightstand next to the bed, opening the drawer, and fishing in there for a few seconds before pulling his hand out to reveal a shiny square foil of a condom, him looking back at her with a small smile.

“I don’t think we’re quite ready to be parents, right?” He asks amusedly as he returns to his original position while opening the package.

“Oh. Yeah… I guess that’s a good idea, huh?” She asks with an awkward smile, right before she then furrows her brows for a second. “Wait… with the way you just had those on hand like that… Did you actually just plan this all out, then? Asking for that backrub and taking me in here?” She asks with a smirk as he finishes rolling the condom onto his dick.

“Wait, what?” He asks with panicked surprise. “N-No, honestly! I-I just asked for one because I thought it’d be nice after our long day today, and like I said, I only brought us here because this is, like, the only good place to lay down in this house!” He says, raising his hands in defense.

She chuckles at his sudden flustered attitude, enjoying being able to tease him a bit. “And the fact that they just so happened to be within arm’s reach in your drawer there?”

“Well, I mean… that’s just common sense, to be prepared for anything.” He says with a shrug, before coyly looking off to the side, rubbing the back of his head. “And, I don’t know… I didn’t think that the idea of you and me ending up… here was completely out of the blue.” He says, gesturing an arm between them. “So… I guessed I should’ve prepared in case that ever somehow happened. And, well… it did.” He finishes with a small shrug.

“Wait, you… really thought about doing this? With me?” Rivet asks in surprise, her heart fluttering at the thought that he too fantasized about this moment just as much as she has, going so far as to prepare for it, too.

“I mean… yeah.” He mutters in confirmation. “…Pretty often, too, if I’m being honest.” He adds with an awkward smile before giving an uncertain look. “Is… is that kinda weird to hear?”

Rivet shakes her head as a small smile grows on her face. “Nope. Not at all.” She answers. “I’ve thought about doing this a whole bunch, too.”

And as Ratchet relaxes at hearing that little confession, smiling a bit more genuinely, Rivet looks back down to his now condom-clad dick, her heart pounding in excitement. “But… I guess it’s about time we actually make it a reality then, huh?”

“I guess so.” Ratchet softly mutters in response, equally as excited as her.

Rivet then scoots up a bit as she’s straddling him, moving up from hovering up above his ligs to hovering up above his crotch, Ratchet having an excellent view as she does so, and he takes the liberty of reaching over and resting his hands on her thighs instead of the bedsheets beside him, all the while Rivet reaches down with her hand and holds onto his dick, positioning herself right above it.

“So, uh… I guess I just… go ahead and stick it in there, huh?” She says, looking down while taking a deep breath. “Oh boy…”

“It’s alright, just remember to take it easy, and take as much time as you need.” Ratchet tells her gently, squeezing onto her thighs with a soothing grip and a warm smile.

She gives a small nod in response, flashing him a grateful smile as well, and then looks back down at the dick in her hand, hovering just below her entrance. She takes another few seconds to mentally prepare herself, Ratchet patiently laying there, and with one more deep breath, slowly begins to lower herself down. “Here goes…” She whispers.

She feels his tip graze against her pussy, and the sensation makes Ratchet’s breath hitch, able to feel how amazingly slick and hot it was even through the slightly-numbing material of the condom, and Rivet gives a low moan as well, slightly adjusting his angle to better enter her, and continues to sit down on top of his dick.

But as he enters inside of her, she sucks in a sharp breath at the pain of her insides being stretched in a way they haven’t before as she lets go of him, propping herself onto his stomach as she leans forward.

“A-Ah, fuck, it stings!” She says with a wince, breathing heavily.

“Woah, it’s okay, go slow, let yourself adjust.” Ratchet asks, removing his hand from her thigh to instead place it over her own planted onto his stomach, holding onto it with a comforting grip. “The pain isn’t too bad, is it?”

“It, ah, just really stings, is all.” Rivet replies, closing her eyes, focusing onto the sensation of his hand over hers to try and distract herself from the burning in her insides. “Fuck, I thought this was supposed to feel good?”

“Don’t worry, it does—it feels really good.” He tells her with a small smile. “But, yeah, it’ll probably hurt a bit on your first time, you just need to bear through it and let it pass. It’s alright.”

“A-Alright…” Rivet mutters, breathing deeply, gripping tightly onto his stomach, admittedly feeling pretty uncomfortable to Ratchet, but he says nothing, not wanting to worry or discourage her, only holding onto her hand even tighter in reassurance that he was here for her.

But as she sits on him with his entire length bar the knot resting inside of her, she soon feels the pain start to slowly fade away, with the only burning she feels starting to become the sheer warmth of his dick instead of her inner walls stretching around it, and she then opens her eyes, easing up on her grip on his stomach while she then looks into his own.

“Alright, I… think it’s getting better now.” She tells him with a small smile. “It feels weird, honestly, but, like… a good kind of weird. If that makes sense.”

He gives a soft chuckle. “I guess it does, huh?”

“I think I can, like… feel your heartbeat, even.” She whispers, glancing down as she feels his cock throb inside of her. “…I like it.”

“I can feel yours, too.” He replies with a warm smile. “And it feels amazing.”

She grins at his statement before looking down to herself once more, and lets go of his stomach as she leans back up to her original position, back making sure to turn her hand over to hold his in return, intertwining her fingers in his own, then squeezing it as she uses his arm for support.

Now with the pain gone and having been fully replaced by sheer pleasure and the really nice sensation of feeling full, she slowly lifts herself up, and promptly moans deeply at the amazingly electric feeling of his cock rubbing against her inner walls, letting about half of it exit her pussy before she sits back down on it again—but this time, a little faster than her initial thrust. Once again, she feels it stretch her as it re-enters her vagina, but this time, instead of burning her up with uncomfortable pain, it instead elicits a euphoric jolt of pleasure that ripples through her body.

“Holy shit, that feels awesome.” She states in a husky breath while squeezing onto Ratchet’s hand even tighter, enjoying the blissful expression he wore upon his features.

“Y-Yeah, it really does.” He replies in a similarly breathy tone, mouth hanging slightly open as she then begins to slowly but steadily ride him, watching his dick go in and out of her pussy, squeezing onto her thigh with his other hand not holding hers. “F-Fuck, you feel amazing, Riv…” He moans, leaning his head back into his pillow.

“Ah, y-you too, Ratchet,” She says, finding a nice rhythm on top of him, closing her eyes in pure ecstasy. “This feels even better than I ever imagined it would…”

She continues to ride him, sliding her pussy up and down over his shaft, grinding down into him on her down thrusts, enjoying the sounds he made when she did so, and loving the way she could feel both of his hands squeeze at the same time as well, feeling immensely turned-on at seeing how he utterly melted inside of her just as she melted into him, wearing a blissful smile on her face as she began to lightly pant from the little workout.

“Y-You’re sure this is your first time?” Ratchet asks with a small but breathy laugh, lifting his head a back to look at her through half-lidded eyes. “You’re—mmf—doing amazing at this!”

“I guess it must be—ah—beginner’s luck or something,” She replies amusedly before giving a low moan. “Oh, fuck, I wish we could’ve done this sooner, this feels great…”

“I guess we’d better—oh—make up for that lost time, then, huh?” He says as he brings his hand up her thigh, rubbing up against her abs before resting it over her breast, its journey sending goosebumps through her.

“Definitely.” She states with a smile, giving his hand one more squeeze before she decides to pick up the pace, grinding her hips against him while he continues to massage and play with her boob, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

And as she continues to ride him, she starts to feel Ratchet thrust up as will as she grinds down into him, able to allow himself to probe a little bit deeper inside of her, while although not by much, it was definitely enough to make her feel even better, knowing that she was able to swallow much more of his dick with her pussy.

They soon find a steady rhythm, becoming in sync with each other as Ratchet thrusts out when she lifts herself, then having the both of them push into each other simultaneously with some force, working together to maximize this mind-numbingly euphoric pleasure in for each other, each of them now making no effort to suppress their sounds of ecstasy in this process, breathing heavily as their hearts pounded in adoration.

“H-Holy shit, you’re—mmf—good at this, hotshot!” She states, relishing the feel of his knot rubbing up against her clit with every thrust.

“Well, I have had some practice before, you know.” He says amusedly, mustering a smile through the pleasure. “But—ah—you’re doing even better, Riv, keep going!”

“As if I was even thinking of stopping.” She assures him with a smile of her own before closing her eyes, focusing on the thrilling sensations in their passionate sex. 

But as she’s riding him, Rivet leans down forward slightly to readjust her position to go faster, but as she does, she feels his cock inside of her angle accordingly, pressing up more against her front side of her inner walls, and as he thrusts up, she finds that it rubs up against a certain spot inside of her that she instantly decided felt really good.

“O-Oh, fuck, right there!” She states, leaning forward a bit more to find the perfect angle to really hit that spot, now almost leaning entirely against his hand for support without her other arm to assist. “Keep going right there!” She says as her breathing becomes even more hot and heavy, mouth hanging open as Ratchet gives a firm nod.

“Sure thing!” He says with no protest, holding her up by her hand and her chest as she ups her speed once again, now pumping herself up and down, bouncing on his dick in a frenzied fervor that admittedly surprised him a bit, but he didn’t complain as he too began to thrust quicker to remain in sync with her, finding that the pleasure was even greater at this faster, more intense tempo they carried.

They were now both focused on the pure ecstasy they felt from their love-making, feeling closer to each other than ever before, Rivet closing her eyes and working to hit this new and wonderful spot inside of herself as much as she could, and Ratchet working to hit that spot for her, spurred on by her growing moans and assurances to do it just like that and to go faster, with him moaning and grunting in agreement in response.

However, after only a few minutes, Rivet soon begins to feel the familiar feeling of a climax begin to bubble up inside of her from deep within herself, growing more and more with every thrust of his cock inside of herself, and she opens her eyes to look onto Ratchet’s face, adorned with an expression of pure elation, head thrown back in his pillow, eyes closed as his mouth hangs open, panting heavily with occasional grunts each time he bucks his hip into her, just the sight alone already bringing her near the edge.

“Hah, hah, Ratchet, I’m, hah, almost there…” She tells him, grinding into him harder.

“Hah, oh fuck, m-me too, Riv,“ He tells her, opening his eyes just enough to look back at her, mustering a small smile through the intense sensations he was feeling. “Just, keep doing what you’re doing, hah, I’m about to—”

“Ratchet…!” She interjects, letting go of his hand to instead plant it onto his shoulder, causing him to lift his head up from the pillow in slight surprise as she leans forward even more, thrusting herself onto him even faster as a look of pure ecstasy washes over her face, staring back down at him with half-lidded eyes. “I-I, hah, have something to tell you!”

“What is it?” He asks distantly, barely able to think straight on the brink of his climax, intensified by her new furious pace.

“I… I…” She bounces into his dick for a few more seconds, letting it build up before giving one last, powerful pound onto his dick, breaking the floodgates as an orgasm begins to wash over her in a giant, euphoric wave. “I LOVE YOU!” She cries out.

She then shoves her face into his, shoving her tongue in his mouth as his eyes widen in surprise, those three little words making his heart pound even harder than any kind of sex could, and in only a second of registering her declaration, feeling her tongue in his mouth, her inner walls clamping on his dick, it sends him over the edge, involuntarily making him buck into her as a climax swallows his body, fully inserting his knot inside of her as he unloads into the condom, Rivet moaning deeply into his mouth at the sudden yet incredibly gratifying sensation while he wraps his arms around her, fully returning the kiss as they each ride the highs of the peaks of their orgasms.

Rivet can feel his cock twitch inside of her as it unleashes load after load, making her distantly thankful he remembered protection, but focusing solely on the fact that it just jerked up against her inner wall, feeling easily a hundred times better in the middle of her orgasm, making her kiss him even deeper and remove her hand from his shoulder to fully lay on top of him, allowing her access to wrap her arm around the back of his neck while his won were firmly planted on her back, holding her closer to him.

Although it lasted seconds, their orgasm felt more akin to years to the both of them, completely ignoring everything else that existed in the universe except for the Lombax they kissed and held in their arms, never ever wanting this euphoric moment to ever end, feeling like the happiest people in the entire multiverse.

But unfortunately, the moment did have to end, as the near-overwhelming intense pleasure of their climax soon quickly fades, leaving them pleasantly exhausted, Rivet fully collapsed on top of Ratchet’s stomach, his knot still inside of her, and their furious kissing transitioning into something more loving and passionate, their deep moans exchanged for heavy breaths, recovering from the strenuous yet absolutely worth it exercise they’ve both endured.

And with one long, final kiss, Rivet removes her tongue from his mouth, leaving a small trail of saliva as she lifts her head from his, finally opening her eyes as he does the same, wearing a tired yet blissful look on his face, the both of them basking in the comfortable silence of the afterglow, broken only by their quiet breaths as they softly smile at each other, lost in the other’s gaze.

But after a few more seconds, Rivet decides to break the silence as she timidly glances away. “I, uh… probably should have said that a lot sooner, huh?” She asks quietly.

Ratchet gives a soft chuckle, Rivet feeling his chest vibrate with the warm sound with her own as she laid on top of him. “Maybe.” He says softly, before giving her a little squeeze in his arms wrapped around her. “But you know what they say; better late than never, right?”

She huffs a small laugh through her nose as she lays her head back down beside his, removing her arm from around his neck to instead hook it under his own to give her a better grip to embrace him as she nuzzles herself into his neck, giving him goosebumps as she does so.

“I guess you’re right about that.” She mutters contentedly, enjoying the strong smell of him as she has her nose buried between his neck and his pillow. “But I’ll say it again for good measure; I love you, Ratchet.”

“I love you, too, Rivet.” He mutters as well, beginning to soothingly rub her back in his embrace. “Man… it feels great to say that now.”

“It does.” Rivet agrees before shifting herself a little bit more on top of him, trying to somehow find if she can snuggle up even closer to him even more. “But honestly… feeling you inside of me like this right now feels even better. You’re all warm, it feels nice.” She says with a small giggle.

He gives another chuckle. “Great, because we’re going to be stuck like this for about ten minutes before that knot dies down.” He says amusedly. “So, erm…don’t try to, you know, move too much. It’ll suck for the both of us, trust me.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t wanna go anywhere.” She says, backing her head away from his neck just enough to look into his emerald eyes while wearing a grin. “I just want to stay here with the guy I love forever.”

He grins widely as well. “And I would love to stay here with the girl I love, too.”

He then goes and plants a small peck on her forehead, making her giggle a bit before she lifts her head up a bit more, accidentally brushing their noses against each other, but they both chuckle as they instead embrace it, rubbing each other’s noses with joyful smiles before she leans in and plants a kiss on his lips, Ratchet returning it warmly as they both squeeze each other in their arms even tighter, Ratchet making sure to grip onto her naked, scarred side, rubbing it with just as much tender affection as the rest of her back, sending an electric thrill right through her as pure bliss overcomes the both of them.

And even though neither of them said it, they both knew that they were definitely going have to enjoy even more of these ‘backrubs’ in their new future together.