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One thing that Montgomery Gator could say with absolute certainty was that they never, not in a million years, could have predicted the situation they now found themself in: sitting in their girlfriend's bedroom with said girlfriend and Eclipse, of all people. Eclipse 4.0, to be more precise, twice resurrected by Ruin after Lunar had lost his shit and turned him into a scorch mark on the padded daycare floor.
Monty refreshed their optics for the umpteenth time, just to be sure that what they were seeing was real, and not some sort of ocular malware they'd picked up the last time they'd gone online shopping for cheap weapons overseas. Sure enough, Eclipse was still there, still sitting primly on the edge of the mattress as Earth excitedly showed him various bits and bobs from the trunk that usually sat in the back of the closet.
"I can do a lot with this," she held up a thin coil of rope. "It's long enough to cover Monty's masc form, so there should be more than enough for you. Or, I could use this," she took a thicker, synthetic rope from the chest and pulled it taught with a snap. "It's stronger, better suited for animatronics. I could tie you to the ceiling with this one, or maybe even suspend you, since you're lighter, but I think that's probably a bit much right now. And this," a soft, red, silk ribbon, "Isn't very durable, but it is soft, which I thought you'd appreciate. So, would you like to try any?"
Eclipse sat in silence, and the way his blank faceplate tilted in her direction was the only sign he'd even heard the question at all. Monty looked away to focus on setting up, plopping a stack of towels down for later and then moving to close the curtains. By the time they'd finished piling the throw pillows that typically sat on the bed in a corner, Earth had managed to coax Eclipse down to the floor beside her and was letting him feel the difference for himself.
"Hm," he grunted thoughtfully as he ran the silk between his fingers.
"Would you like that one?" she asked.
Eclipse dropped the ribbon as if it'd burned him, faceplate curling into a scowl. "I don't care," he huffed, as if everything before him was a massive inconvenience, and he'd rather be anywhere else. But as Monty watched, his hand snuck down to where Earth's was resting on her thigh, and he tapped it twice.
Monty knew what that meant. Yes.
With a bit of reluctance, she conceded that Earth had been onto something when she'd told her that Eclipse's actions often spoke louder than his words.
"Okay, that's fine. I'll choose." Earth grabbed the ribbon and returned the other supplies to the chest. "I think this one would look pretty on you. Come sit with me."
Without a word, Eclipse stood and joined her on the bed. Once he was seated, Earth turned to Monty.
"All set up?"
Monty shot her a thumbs up. "Yep, we're good to go."
"Perfect." She waved them over to sit on her other side, slipping her hand into theirs once they were settled. Her other hand found Eclipse's, and the normally-avoidant bot curled his long fingers carefully around hers. Monty looked up from their joined hands to find Eclipse watching them, sharp eyes searching for something only he knew.
"Here's what I'm thinking, and forgive me if I'm being overly blunt, here," said Earth. "I'd like to tie your hands with the ribbon, and then put you between Monty and me. How's that?"
Eclipse's optics left Monty's to stare resolutely at the floor. He tapped his thumb twice against Earth's wrist.
"What about you, Monty?"
"Huh?" She'd been so busy watching Eclipse that the question caught her off guard. "Oh. Yeah, I'm down. Sounds good."
"Great!" Earth said cheerfully. She released their hands to crawl further onto the bed and settled on her knees near the middle. "Eclipse." She pointed in front of her, and he moved to kneel there without protest.
"Good." His glow feature flicked on for a moment at the praise, the first sign he'd given that this was affecting him at all.
Earth leaned in to cup his face, stroking her thumb along the craters that dusted the moon side of his mask like freckles. She paused with her mouth just inches from his, waiting, until he tapped a yes against her thigh. With his permission granted, she pulled him into a gentle kiss, and Monty watched as Eclipse came to life, pressing into the attention almost desperately. He shivered when Earth ran her hands down his arms to his wrists and began to undo his bells and ribbons. The neck and waist ruffles were next, then the jester pants, and just like that, Eclipse was bare before them both, burnt orange and midnight casings on display.
"Monty? Could you hold his arms for me?"
"Uh huh." Monty moved farther up the bed to grasp Eclipse's wrists, and, like a switch had been flipped, his body stiffened, hardening at the edges. He pulled against their hold as they maneuvered his arms behind his back, but the scrawny daycare attendant model was no match for Monty's Glamrock strength, and he knew it. If he'd really wanted to, he probably could have contorted himself to land a blow and slip free, but Monty had a feeling he was struggling just to gauge how well they could hold him. The fact that he kept his claws carefully sheathed and his fingers blunt confirmed it.
So, she tightened her grip until it was firm, but not crushing, and pulled him right back where Earth wanted him, then locked her arms in place. She couldn't see his expression from behind, but the way his rays flared out like a startled cat gave him away.
Earth, who'd watched their battle of wills just as calmly as she did everything else, hummed her approval and joined Monty behind Eclipse to wind the ribbon carefully along his arms. She secured his wrists together, then finished it off with a bow that Monty remembered her practicing a few days ago. At the time, they'd assumed it was for wrapping Christmas presents, but this was a much better use of the skill, in their opinion.
Eclipse went still when Monty released him, as if his restraints were made of iron rather than silk and escape was now impossible. He leaned into Earth's touch when she ruffled his rays.
"Stay," she said simply, before turning to face Monty. Her hands were soft and cool as they brushed over their shoulders and neck before finding purchase in their hair. When their lips met, Monty sighed into the kiss, pulling her closer, cradling her against their body. They could feel Earth smiling against their mouth, the light scrape of fingers against their synthetic scalp, the weight of her in their arms. Even when she wasn't standing, Earth was still a good deal taller than both of her bedmates, and when one of her hands drifted down to tilt Monty's chin up so she could deepen the kiss, there was something about the action that made them feel small, safe, in a way they didn't usually get to indulge in. It was hard to believe that Eclipse, prickly and arrogant as he was, could be seeking that same feeling, but if he truly was, they supposed this was the perfect space for it.
Earth's hands slipped from Monty's hair to her shirt and jacket, the only part of her costume that wasn't built into her casings, and Monty let her slide the leather from her shoulders, shrugging it off to ease the process. Then Earth's mouth was against her bare casings where her collarbone would be if she were human, and her hands were at her waist, smoothing slowly up her bare abdomen until they reached her cropped shirt, fingers dipping just under the hemline. Monty didn't need any more prompting than that to lean back and pull the garment over her head, baring her chest to her partner… and Eclipse.
Monty's gaze darted to the other bot, who was watching, though his expression didn't give much away. They felt a bit self-conscious, despite themself. Sure, they'd been involved with people other than Earth, but they usually kept their shirt on in their femme form. It wasn't shame—the feeling of finally being comfortable in their own casings was too much of a relief to worry about what anyone else might think. It was closer to vulnerability, they thought. It was a part of them that was deeply personal, and now they'd laid it open before Eclipse, of all people. This was more than just a casual romp for all parties involved, now.
"You're so pretty."
Monty turned back to Earth, who was gazing down at her like she was something precious. She could feel herself smiling, goofy and love-struck, but couldn't bring herself to care. "Right back at'cha, gorgeous," she quipped, and tugged Earth in for another kiss to taste the little giggle her comment spurred.
Earth hummed against her, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip, and Monty opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. Hands cupped her chest, kneading gently, fingers teasing right where she was most sensitive, and she groaned, heat lancing down her frame to her groin with every caress. She tugged the hem of Earth's sweater free of her skirt and dove in for a handful of her partner's more generous chest, but froze when her hands met more fabric.
"Is that—?"
Monty barely managed to keep from snagging the sweater with their claws in their haste of get it off of her, and yes, it was—
"Your sexy bra! God, babe, are you trying to kill me?"
It was, indeed, her sexy bra—the lacy, black, push-up one she only really wore on special occasions, since she didn't technically need one for anything other than aesthetics. The one that never failed to get them straining against their modesty panel in minutes, and tonight was no different. They couldn't take their optics off her.
Earth giggled again, and kindly refrained from making a 'my-eyes-are-up-here' joke, though she very well could have. "I'm not that cruel," she said instead. "But it's not just for you, tonight."
Monty's gaze flicked over to Eclipse, and they barely managed to choke back a laugh at the stunned look on his faceplate. They could sympathize. The first time they'd encountered the sexy bra, they'd nearly blown a fuse.
"Oh, I gotcha," she said, nodding sagely. "We've gotta be considerate of our guest. Hospitable, and all that."
With that, she grabbed her girlfriend by the waist and hauled her into her lap.
"Monty!" Earth squealed, writhing against her as she skittered her hands up and down her bare sides and nibbled her neck. She quickly went from laughing to moaning when Monty found the spot just under her jawline that made her melt and reached up to knead at her breasts through the lacy fabric. Her optics met Eclipse's over Earth's shoulder, peeking over the rims of her glasses, as she tugged her skirt down and off, then tossed it over her shoulder.
"You." Monty jabbed a clawed finger at Eclipse. "C'mere."
Eclipse bristled immediately, optics narrowing to angry slits. "Make me," he growled.
Monty blinked, momentarily confused by his resistance to what they'd thought had been a safe request, since he'd gone where Earth had put him with little fuss earlier. Then they caught a hint of something in his expression other than irritation, realized both of their bedmates had paused, almost as if they were waiting for something, remembered the feeling of Eclipse's smaller body straining uselessly against their hold.
Oh. Oh.
Monty got it. Or at least, they thought they did, and trusted that either Earth or Eclipse would let them know if they were somehow completely off base.
They undid the clasp of Earth's bra and pulled it off with a flourish that worked with gravity to produce an impressive display of jiggle physics. It also had the added benefit of drawing Eclipse's eyes away from them. In his distraction, he didn't see them reaching for the hook on his back until it was too late. Monty curled their fingers firmly around it, braced for the inevitable struggle, and tugged him forward.
Eclipse made a furious noise, straining against their hold, but Monty held him carefully in place until she could maneuver herself behind him and use her other hand to hold his bound wrists. She pressed further, until he was inches from Earth's bare chest, then kept him there, waiting.
A few seconds later, she felt two taps on the hand by his wrists. Yes.
"Suck," she commanded, and forced him forward until he had little choice but to do so.
For a moment, he remained tense and unresponsive, and Monty was faced with the possibility of having to smush his face repeatedly into Earth's boobs until he complied, which was decidedly unsexy. Thankfully, though, Eclipse relented and pressed his lips to Earth's breast in a barely-there kiss.
She sighed at the contact, carding a careful hand through his rays, and the gentle touch softened him considerably. His optics fluttered closed, mouth falling open to swipe his tongue over soft pseudo-skin. The little gasps and hitched noises she made spurred him on, and soon he was nipping and sucking at her chest in earnest, so lost in the task that he seemed to forget his feud with Monty entirely.
Earth made a particularly lovely sound when he used his sharp teeth to carefully worry at her pseudo-skin where her nipple would be if she were human, arching her back into the sensation, and Monty decided it was time to move things along. They tugged on Eclipse's back loop until Earth released her hold on his rays and he pulled away with a wet pop, then directed him downward. He went with surprisingly little resistance, refocusing his attention on Earth's stomach and hips as he sank further down. When he reached the top of her thigh, she spread her legs to make room for him, and he settled into the space between like he belonged there, ducking his head toward her modesty panel.
"Woah." Monty pulled him up like they were scruffing him, marveling at the longing they could see on his face for a moment before his gaze snapped to them and his expression hardened. "Hold up. You can't just dive right in all willy-nilly. Ladies like a bit of foreplay. Geez, you suck at this."
Eclipse was clearly fighting an internal battle over whether or not to be offended—let the insult slide, or drop the act to defend himself?—and it made him look constipated, in both the literal and emotional sense. Watching him struggle was pretty satisfying, though, and he was kind of cute when his scowl didn't have any real venom behind it. He didn't even get a chance to respond, in the end, because Monty steered him further down to press his face against Earth's thigh.
"Keep going," she commanded.
"Monty," Earth's voice was soft, eyes big and sweet. "He doesn't have to." She seemed ready to continue, but then Eclipse snapped his fingers twice, and she blinked down at him in surprise.
"Nah," said Monty. "He's gotta do this right, if he wants a taste of the main course." On a whim, she gave him a light smack on the flank—not nearly enough to hurt, but enough to get her point across. "Get to work."
Eclipse growled at that, deep and rattly in his chest, but he also started nipping and sucking along Earth's thighs as well. They caught a hint of a flush on the part of his faceplate that wasn't hidden by Earth's body, heard his fans kick up a notch, and filed the tidbit away for later.
Monty let him work for a while, keeping one hand on his skyhook while the other played with Earth's chest. The longer she left him there, the more worked up he got, until he finally sunk his teeth into Earth's thigh and sucked hard. The taller bot squeaked in surprise, body jolting, and Monty yanked Eclipse back before he could even think about doing it again.
"Hey!" they scolded. "Not so rough!"
Eclipse shot them a smug smirk, flashing a hint of fang, and Monty was seconds away from shaking him when Earth spoke up.
"I'm alright, Monty," she said, tilting her leg to reveal the little mark he'd left on her casings. "See? It's nothing my nanos can't handle."
"S'not very nice, though," the gator grunted, leveling a glare at the bot that was nearly dangling from her grip.
"He's frustrated," Earth replied. "Give him here."
Monty sighed, but released Eclipse, and the solar bot landed face-down on the mattress without his arms to catch himself. Earth tutted softly as she helped him back to a kneeling position, then hooked a finger under his chin and tilted his faceplate up toward her.
"I know you want to be good, Eclipse," she cooed, tone split perfectly between genuinely encouraging and casually patronizing. "Can you be good, for me?"
Eclipse said nothing, but compared to his spiteful resistance with Monty, his silence was telling. Earth ruffled his rays, and he relaxed into the sensation with a rumble that was less of a growl and more of a purr. When she pressed him down again, he caved to the touch like melted butter, molding his mouth against her modesty panel in a hot, wet glide.
"There you go," Earth sighed. "That's better, isn't it?"
Her eyes flicked over to Monty, and suddenly they weren't sure if she was talking to them or Eclipse. Seeing how quickly a gentle touch could soften the bot that had been a thorn in their side for more than two years was making them feel things. They had not anticipated that they would feel this much when they'd originally agreed to this arrangement, but they probably should have. That was how things went, when Earth was involved. What had begun as attraction and infatuation had eventually become a deeper connection that had motivated them to change in a way that no other relationship had before—to be better, for her.
Was Eclipse experiencing the same phenomenon? And if the trend of unexpected feelings continued, what did that mean for Monty and Eclipse, together?
The sound of Earth's modesty panel swishing open derailed that train of thought spectacularly, and Monty resolved to worry about it later. There were more important issues, right now, like the dual noises she caught from both of her bedmates.
Earth's was familiar, a breathy little sigh as she acclimated to the sensation, satisfied and expectant all at once. Eclipse's was less so—it was short, like he'd cut the power to his voicebox as soon as he'd realized he was making it, but the raspy, longing tone was still apparent. He pressed his face into her folds like he was starving for it, like he thought someone might steal her away from him, or him away from her, at any second. When Monty reached out to wrap her hand around his skyhook again, he somehow burrowed closer.
"Easy," she murmured, and pressed him further down just to prove she wasn't planning on pulling him away. He eased up once he recognized her intentions, and allowed her to hold him in place as he swiped his tongue along Earth's slit.
Earth gasped, hips hitching higher to chase the sensation, and he repeated the action, more slowly. She shivered when he reached her clit, inched her legs further apart, and petted encouragingly at his rays.
"Eclipse," she breathed, pleading, and the sound of his name on her lips was what finally seemed to break his resolve. With another one of those gravelly, desperate noises, Eclipse started eating her out in earnest, lips and tongue working over her core in a wet, messy glide.
"Oh!" Earth's head fell back against the sheets, cloudy hair fanning out behind her.
Monty heard and felt his fans spin faster beneath his casings, and the arousal tangling her own code into knots twisted tighter. "That's it," she said, voice pitching lower than she typically let it, in this form. "Good boy."
"So good," Earth agreed, urging him closer with the hand she had in his rays, grinding her hips up into his mouth. "Hmm, you're p—"
She cut herself off with a choked cry when he ducked down to spear her open on his tongue, quivering at the stretch, free hand clutching the sheets. Monty reached up with the hand that wasn't keeping Eclipse in place, and she grabbed it tightly, squeezing as Eclipse dipped further into her center, then trailed back up to lick firmly against her clit. She squirmed when he paused to trace light circles around the swollen nub, hips rolling, then suddenly went still with a shocked noise, eyes and mouth flying open.
Eclipse gave a curious chirp, and Monty glanced down to confirm their suspicions, and yep. He'd managed to slip his tongue into the barely-noticeable channel where the rest of the appendage sat and froze, uncertain, at the unexpected discovery and Earth's reaction. Monty's hand left his skyhook to stroke down his back, the reassuring gesture coming naturally to them even in such a novel situation.
"You're alright, just be careful. She's real sensitive there."
Slowly, Eclipse relaxed, pressing tentatively deeper into the slit that housed Earth's length. Her legs hitched and jerked on either side of him, little bitten off noises escaping her as she tossed her head, beyond words.
"I—I can't," she managed, clearly overwhelmed.
"You're alright, babe," Monty crooned, thumbing over her knuckles. "You can let go."
With a sob, Earth released the straining mechanism keeping her length retracted. If she'd had it open from the start, her clit would have extended gradually as she grew more aroused. As it was, the added pressure of Eclipse's tongue and the sudden release caused her to unsheath immediately, all at once. Eclipse made a surprised sound as his mouth was suddenly filled, Earth cried out at how quickly she was engulfed in the wet heat of him, and Monty bit her lip as she barely managed to keep her own modesty panel under control.
Once she'd recovered from the onslaught of sensation, Earth released her hold on Eclipse's head, looking guilty. Eclipse, however, didn't appear phased by the surprise mouthful he'd been treated to. His optics rolled back as he took her deeper, until the tip of the forest green appendage touched the back of his mouth and Earth's hips jolted.
"Oh!" she gasped, hand flying back down to card through his rays. "'Clipse—hah!—are you—?"
Eclipse sunk down even further, somehow, until the beginnings of oily tears began to well in his optics, and Earth seemed to get the message, then. She drew her hips back and rolled them forward, fucking into his mouth, and he made that desperate noise again, hitching his own hips forward to rub his blank modesty panel against the mattress.
Fuck, he was hot like that, choking on Earth's dick and loving it. He'd absolutely made up for his earlier toothy transgression, and good behavior deserved rewards, Monty mused.
She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to be working with, but the specifics didn't matter much to her, anyway. Curious, she coaxed his backside up with one hand and rubbed lightly over his panel with the other.
Eclipse's rays flared, and he pulled off of Earth, diving forward to escape the contact. She caught him before his bound arms became an issue, sitting up to hold him upright against her. Monty met her girlfriend's optics guiltily over his shoulder, drawing her hands back to her chest.
Earth didn't seem surprised, though, as she petted through his rays again. "Relax," she chided gently. "Monty's not going to hurt you. They wouldn't be here, otherwise."
Two pinprick white pupils watched them cautiously from where he'd hidden his face against Earth's side, and Monty raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. "Cross my heart," they swore. "Not unless you're into that."
The statement, delivered with a wink, had the intended effect, and Monty watched in satisfaction as Eclipse rolled his glowing optics in exasperation. "I hate you," he growled, voice rougher than it had been the last time he'd spoken. "Pathetic, ridiculous, idio—"
"How about a compromise!" Earth said cheerfully.
Eclipse's mouth snapped shut with a click, eyes narrowing suspiciously, but he voiced no objections. Monty shot Earth an easy-going thumbs up.
"Great!" In a rare display of her true strength, Earth spun Eclipse and plopped him down on his back with his head and shoulders in Monty's lap. He squawked indignantly as Monty maneuvered him into a position that accounted for his bound hands, but it wasn't the same almost fearful avoidance he'd shown when they'd touched his modesty panel, which soothed their frazzled nerves a bit. They took the opportunity to look down on him, flashing him a smug grin, and he sneered up at them in return.
Then Earth pushed his legs apart and settled between them, and his spiteful confidence evaporated as his faceplate flared with a vibrant, glowing blush. "Is this okay?" she asked, and smoothed her hands up his bare thighs to frame his pelvis.
"I don't care," said Eclipse, though he didn't sound entirely certain of that fact.
Earth raised an eyebrow.
"I don't," Eclipse snarled, and Monty got the feeling that he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
"Whatever you say," said Earth, and then she rubbed two fingers firmly over his modesty panel. Eclipse tensed, and a clicking, whirring noise came from his chest as he struggled to keep his voicebox quiet. He glared fiercely up at Monty, as if she was somehow at fault, but his expression faltered when Earth began to trace circles on the sensitive plating, toying with the seam. She held his gaze, and Earth continued her ministrations, until his fans were roaring and his voicebox was buzzing with a continuous stream of barely-restrained noises. Monty chuckled when a hint of a groan slipped out, and he scrunched his optics closed.
"You're no fun," they complained, poking at one of his cheek swirls.
"Well, you're not exactly on even footing," Earth pointed out, and gestured on her own face to indicate their shades.
"Oh," said Monty, considering. It was probably asking a lot, to expect him to let them see him in such a state when he couldn't even see their optics through the mirrored lenses. "Guess you're right," they conceded, then reached up to pull their glasses off and toss them onto the nearby nightstand. They landed with a clatter, and Eclipse's brow furrowed at the noise.
He blinked one optic open, and then the other, when he realized what they'd done.
"Now we're even," Monty said simply.
Eclipse stared at them like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Monty knew the feeling.
Then Earth leaned down to mouth at his modesty panel, and his optics rolled back at the sensation, mouth falling open. Monty chuckled at his reaction, tracing lazy circles along his chest casings with the very tips of her claws.
"Can you open up for me, 'Clipse?" Earth asked sweetly, voicebox working independently of her mouth.
Eclipse vented a scalding burst of steam against Monty's lap and grit his teeth, clearly conflicted. As carefully as they could, Monty reached up to brush their fingers through his rays, fans stuttering when he leaned hesitantly into the touch.
"You're alright," they whispered, voice low enough that only he could hear it. "We've gotcha. You're safe."
His optics scanned them again, locked on their own uncovered gaze, and he must have found whatever he was looking for, because his modesty panel retracted with a faint hiss.
His upgrade was charcoal black, faded to a rusty orange at the tip, and Earth's hand followed the gradient as she drew it up to thumb over the tapered head. Eclipse shuddered, watching the motion with heavy-lidded optics, sinking his fangs into his lip in an effort to stay quiet. When she began to trace teasing circles over the tip, his head lolled back to settle against Monty, and they wrapped a steadying arm around him. Then she began to stroke the whole length of him slowly, and Monty watched from above as Eclipse's composure began to crack. A skilled twist of Earth's wrist on the upstroke punched a throaty noise from his voicebox, and he turned his burning faceplate into Monty's stomach as the dam broke and the little gasps and moans he'd been holding back began to slip out.
"Ah, none'a that, now," Monty hummed, pulling him away from his hiding spot with a gentle tug on his rays. Just as he opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly spiteful, Earth reached further down and did something with her fingers that stole the insult away before he could voice it.
What came out instead was a jumbled combination of noise and static feedback that was only recognizable as Earth's name because the animatronic in question was right in front of him, sinking her finger into his body in a single slick motion that had him writhing in Monty's lap. She smiled serenely up at him and waited for him to regain control of his voicebox, looking quite pleased with herself.
With a whir and click, Eclipse's vocalizer sputtered to life again, caught in the middle of a phrase. "Rrrrrrrrrrrth," he warbled.
Earth raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
Now that she was listening, he couldn't seem to say what it was he wanted, but the way he spread his legs wider for her was pretty damn telling. Earth curled her finger into the heat that surrounded it, then drew her hand back to add another, and he groaned his approval, pressing his hips down to take them deeper. His fans stuttered as she carefully stretched him, and Monty could hear how wet he was. The slick sound of her working him open had them throbbing behind their modesty panel. By the time she slid the third one in, he was growing impatient, squirming in Monty's hold.
"Just a bit more," she soothed. "I don't want to hurt you. I'm… quite a bit bigger than you."
Monty couldn't help but agree. She was several inches taller than their masc form, which meant she had nearly a foot on Eclipse, minimum. Her concern had him scowling, though.
"I don't—!"
"Can it, grumpy," Monty interrupted, and stuck two fingers in his open mouth to shut him up. "You don't wanna tear something and have to stop early, do ya?"
Eclipse made a furious noise and bit down on their fingers, but Monty had been anticipating the retaliation. They brought their other hand up to squeeze at the hinges of his jaw, the movement rough but the pressure carefully calculated to push, not to break. The noise that tumbled from him as his mouth was forced further open and they stuffed their fingers further inside was enough to make both of them blush.
"S'what I thought," she said smugly when his tongue began to work around and between them. Once her hand was slick with oral lubricant, she pulled it free and released his jaw, then reached down to take hold of his cock. Eclipse threw his head back with a cry, arching up off her lap at the dual sensations. For the next several minutes, Monty kept him distracted while Earth prepped him, alternating between quick, hard strokes and lightly teasing just the head.
When Earth was finally satisfied, she pulled her fingers from him and leaned up to press them to his lips. The way he opened his mouth and began to clean his own lubricant from her hand without protest made Monty a little bit jealous.
"I want his mouth," they declared as Earth effortlessly flipped the smaller model onto his belly and hitched his hips higher until he got his knees under him and curved his metal spine in a graceful arch.
"How does that sound?" Earth asked gently, slipping her less sticky hand into one of his behind his back. "Do you want Monty in your mouth while I fuck you?"
Monty knew the drill by now. "I don't care," Eclipse spat into the mattress, and Monty had no doubt he'd be glaring at them if his arms were free to give him the leverage needed. Like this, the angle provided them with the perfect viewpoint to watch him tap out yes, yes, yes.
"Guess it's up to me, then," they said with a shrug, and popped their modesty panel open with little preamble, groaning in relief. "You go first, babe."
Earth smiled at that. "Okay," she agreed, scooting closer until her thighs were up against Eclipse's ass. She took hold of her length and rubbed herself through the copious wetness that coated his folds until she was just as drenched as he was. Then, she grabbed his skyhook with one hand, lined herself up with the other, and pulled him down, spearing him on her dick in one slow thrust.
Monty watched with rapt attention as Eclipse's mouth fell open in a silent scream and his optics slammed shut, bucking her hips into her own fist at the sight. Once he was fully seated in Earth's lap, she stopped for a moment to let him adjust, checking him over carefully for any signs of pain. She was definitely good on that front, though, because all Monty could see in his expression was bliss.
And then his voicebox clicked on, and she could hear it as well.
Eclipse made a sound that was a cross between a mechanical groan and a wheeze, stuttered a few garbled syllables, and then finally found enough sense to gasp out, "Hhggh, fuhhck, Earth!"
Earth raised her head from where she'd been resting her chin on his shoulder, her own eyes hazy. "I know, honey," she said shakily. "A—are you okay?"
"Fucking move," he snarled, rather than answering the question.
Behind him, Earth's content expression hardened into something more stern. "You think that's going to get you what you want? Really?"
Eclipse's optics darted back and forth, like the answer to the question was hiding somewhere else in the room.
"You were doing so well," said Earth, and Monty would recognize that tone anywhere. That was her I'm-not-mad-just-disappointed voice. "But if you can't ask nicely, we don't have to play."
Eclipse squirmed against her, but she held firm with one hand on his back loop and the other on his wrists, and the look of fury that stole across his faceplate when he realized he was well and truly trapped (and in a prison of his own making, no less) was fucking hilarious.
"Whenever you're ready," she said with a shrug. "I could sit here all day. Or maybe I'll fuck Monty instead, since they know how to be polite."
Monty perked up at that, tail thumping against the bed without her conscious input. She could feel the neglected half of her genital upgrade clench and throb at the thought, but at the same time, she and Earth had spend so long working on Eclipse, chipping away at his harsh exterior. To be denied the satisfaction of watching him come apart after all that time would be a travesty. And probably not very fun for him either.
So, Monty inched closer, until she was just in front of where Eclipse hung from Earth's grip, to do her part and play bad cop. "I wouldn't say no to getting dicked down if he can't behave," she agreed. "But I was looking forward to using his mouth." She didn't miss the way his optics darted down when she shifted her knees further apart to pump her hand up and down her shaft, and flashed him a toothy smirk. "C'mon, 'Clipse. Let's hear it."
Eclipse remained silent, jaw set and expression defiant. Monty reached out with her other hand to poke a finger right on the disgruntled wrinkle between his stylized eyebrows in the most annoying way possible. "Ecliiiiipse. Do you want this dick or not?"
Eclipse rolled his eyes. "Please," he grit out, so quietly it was a miracle that Earth even caught it from behind him, tone scathing.
"Huh?" said Monty. "You gotta speak up, man."
He turned his head to the side in clear defiance, refusing to even look at them, and Monty had finally had enough. "Alright," they said, and grabbed him by the ray before he even saw them moving. He let out a startled yelp when they tugged his head back around to face them, and then something suspiciously close to a whimper when they gave him a harsh shake.
"Please," he snapped, noticeably louder than the first time, and Monty saw Earth perk up in the corner of their optical feed. But they weren't done yet.
"Not good enough," they decided. "I think you've got it in you to be a little nicer. Beg for it."
Eclipse recoiled as far as he could with her hand still gripping his ray. "What?"
"You heard me." Monty yanked him back into place and leaned in close, dropping their pitch past their femme tonesets until their voice was a bassy rumble in his audio receptors. Their other hand left their cock to take hold of his faceplate, and they swiped their thumb, still slick with their own lubricant, over his bottom lip.
With a gritty, feedback-laced warble, Eclipse broke. "Fuck, please!" he gasped, optics slamming shut. "Please! There! Are you fucking happ—ahh!"
Earth's first thrust sent him lurching forward into Monty's arms, but they weren't complaining. "Yes!" she cooed, elated. "Good job!" The hand that wasn't using his skyhook to pull him against her rolling hips petted down his back as she began to shower him with softly-spoken praises. "Oh, 'Clipse, hmm, you feel so good…"
"Oh. My. God!" Eclipse gasped, the words tumbling out each time she hilted inside him. "Unhh! Go fast—"
Monty pulled his head down and slid her length into his mouth before he could ruin the streak of good behavior with more demands, groaning at the warmth. "Damn, that's good," she panted, taking a moment to savor the feeling before she turned her attention to Earth.
"How ya doin', darlin'?"
"Mmm'good," she sighed, switching to a deep, slow grind. The noise Eclipse made around Monty's cock might have been frustrated, but it was hard to tell. Monty gazed fondly at their girlfriend as she focused on her herself, for once, and sat back to enjoy the ride. Each roll of Earth's hips pushed Eclipse forward and back on their shaft, and they were content to let her set the pace for now.
"C'mere," she said, shifting forward to gently cup Earth's face and pull her closer. The larger animatronic went happily, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss that made Monty feel like she was overheating for reasons other than arousal. Her battery throbbed, sending tingling sparks of electricity zinging down every wire. Even her fingertips felt fluttery, and she reached out to grasp and hold, claws carding gently through Earth's cloudy hair.
The sound of three snaps jolted her out of her fuzzy state as harshly as if she'd been struck, and she pulled abruptly away. Three snaps meant slow down, check in.
In unison, they separated from Eclipse. Monty backed off, while Earth reached down to support the darker bot and help him back into a kneeling position. "Eclipse?" she asked.
"You okay?" Monty said, almost at the same time, hovering over the two of them, unsure if they were needed, or wanted.
"Fine," Eclipse rasped. "M'fine."
"What do you need?" Earth said worriedly. "Do you want to st—"
"No," he said firmly. "Just. Arms. My arms. Can you—?"
"Oh, of course." The bow came undone with a single purposeful tug, and she made quick work of the rest, dropping it to the floor when she finished.
Eclipse sighed as he dropped his arms to his sides, optics going half-lidded when Earth rubbed carefully over them. "Better," he said, in the softest tone Monty had ever heard from him.
"We didn't hurt you, did we?"
He shook his head. "Just strained. From the angle."
"Shit," said Monty, as she considered how he had been positioned between them when they'd moved closer together. "Sorry."
Eclipse hummed, which was probably the closest they were going to get to an 'apology accepted.' He stretched his arms in front of him, testing the joints, then settled back into his previous position, this time with the added support. The unspoken message was clear.
"Are you sure you're okay to keep going?" Earth asked, eyes wide with concern.
Eclipse scoffed at that, like he was offended she'd even ask, and raised his ass higher. "Fuck me," he demanded, somehow managing to look pissed as he said it, and Monty had to try very hard to conceal the surprisingly fond smile that tugged at their lips at that.
"You heard the man," she quipped, scooting back to where she'd been. She reached for Eclipse's head, but he was already sinking down on her, and she huffed out a breathy chuckle. Behind him, Earth took hold of his slim waist, since he had his arms free to hold his front up, and pulled him back against her. The noise he made as he was filled vibrated around Monty's length, and she tipped her head back, hips jumping.
For a while, there was nothing but Earth's soft sighs, the occasional muffled cry from Eclipse, and the dual sounds of metal on metal. Then, Monty felt something brush over their neglected entrance, and her voicebox gave a needy chirp before she could silence it. When they looked down, they found Eclipse balancing on one of his hands while the other explored their folds, seeking out the origin of the steady stream of lubricant she'd been leaking. He rubbed around the rim until the slide of his finger was slick enough, then pushed inside. His finger was longer than Earth's, almost disproportionately so, and Monty nearly choked on their own tongue when he curled it deep, tripping sensors that normally didn't light up unless it was Earth's cock inside them.
"Holy shit," they moaned, changing their position to give them a more purposeful downswing. "Gimmee another one."
Eclipse hummed around them, and how he was able to keep his focus well enough to finger them while Earth was still drilling into him was a mystery, but he was managing it. His tongue flicked over the tip of their upgrade, dipping into the slit there almost curiously, at the same time he eased another finger in with the first, and Monty bucked into the feeling with a ruined noise. "M'close," they grunted, speeding up to fuck into his mouth almost frantically. "Gonna… mm! In your mouth."
Yes, Eclipse tapped against their thigh with his free hand, sinking down as far as he could to lick messily over the base. As Monty's desperation grew, Earth quickened her pace to match, and Eclipse's noises increased in frequency, which only stoked the flames of their arousal higher in a sinful feedback loop. Finally, they came with a growl, pressing him firmly down to take their release in his mouth, hips juddering with each wave as they rode it out on his tongue. They could feel him swallow around them as he worked them through the aftershocks, and the realization that he'd swallowed it brought with it one last aching pulse of heat before they pulled away, too sensitive to continue.
Eclipse made a choking sound as they slipped free, and then a sputtering cough. The miserable, disgusted glare he sent them as they held his head up by the rays would have been pretty convincing if they didn't know that it was anatomically impossible for him to choke and he hadn't just sucked them dry. The nanite-powered system that allowed him to eat was completely separate from his fans. What a drama queen.
The crystal-clear whine that spilled from him when Earth paused her movements further proved their point. She crooned, high and melodic, in response, then took him by the skyhook again and pushed his front half down against the sheets. His optics blew wide when she braced herself against him, planted her knees more firmly in the mattress, and snapped her hips forward with purpose.
"Earth!" he cried, scrambling to get his arms under him and press himself back to meet her. Behind him, Earth raised her head to shoot Monty a wink that would have had her swooning if she wasn't still recovering from her own orgasm, then set about pounding Eclipse into the mattress like it was her job. His optics rolled, hands fisting the sheets for purchase, claws slipping out to catch the fabric in his overwhelm. Monty took a moment to be thankful Earth had made the bed up with the cheaper sheets that morning.
For a moment, they admired their girlfriend as she railed their ex-enemy—the way her brow furrowed as she concentrated, the smooth curves of her construction, the strength hidden beneath her softness, all of it was so goddamn gorgeous. Just being with her made them feel warm, safe, and cared for. Eclipse looked good as well, but in a different way. His willowy limbs and lithe body, combined with sharp edges that covered a surprisingly vulnerable core, made Monty want to push him until he snapped, then gather up the pieces and hold them close.
A particularly ragged noise from the solar bot pulled Monty from their thoughts and drew them closer. He was biting the sheets now, and spared them a hazy glance as they approached, all hints of the spiteful act long gone. Monty maneuvered until they were able to settle perpendicular to the two, then glanced up at Earth.
"Hold 'im up?"
She nodded, lifting him by the skyhook until she could wrap her other arm around his torso and curl her body over him, chin tucked to his shoulder. Monty stifled a chuckle as the sheet came with him at first before he went limp and it fell from his grip, then laid down on her back in the space they'd made for her. The new position allowed her to lean up and mouth at his neglected cock, which tore a sob from his voicebox. Earth let out a cry of her own as the extra stimulation made him clench down around her.
"Close," she gasped, ducking her head to press kisses to his skinny neck and shoulders.
As they opened their mouth to suck the tip inside, Monty felt the prick of claws in their hair, and Eclipse's voice went high and reedy and broken. He was saying something, and when Monty cranked the volume on their audio feeds, they could just make out the steady stream of, "Please, please, please…" With a satisfied rumble, they let Earth's next thrust push him deeper, flicking their tongue over the orange-flushed head.
"Oh, 'Clipse!" Earth's rhythm faltered, and she pulled him all the way back to sink as deep as she could, cloudy hair surrounding them as she sunk her blunt teeth into his shoulder and came. Eclipse screamed at that, and then Monty could taste his release on their tongue, and his legs were trembling on either side of their head. She gave him a few more careful licks and watched him shiver before she pulled off and sat up.
Earth released Eclipse's shoulder, which now sported a dent similar to the one on her leg, then pulled out with a sigh and let go of his skyhook. As soon as her hands left him, he slumped forward and landed face-down on the ruined sheet.
"Eclipse?" Her expression fell when he gave no response. "Eclipse?!"
Monty darted forward and rolled him over, and the two of them vented out a joint sigh of relief when they saw the code scrolling across his blank optics. He was just rebooting.
"Holy shit, babe," said Monty. "You railed him so hard he bluescreened."
Earth rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "I think we share the blame for this one, dear."
"Yeah, probably," Monty admitted as they watched her lay Eclipse down on the pillows further up the bed and reach for one of the clean towels on the nightstand. "D'you want me to get a wet cloth and some water?"
"Yes, please," she replied. "Hurry back, though."
By the time Monty returned with a wet cloth, several water bottles, and a few extra snacks, Eclipse was just blinking open bleary optics, looking confused.
"Oh, here's Monty," Earth said, as if he'd been wondering where they were.
Eclipse squinted in their direction. "Mm," he said, like he couldn't care less.
Earth didn't seem bothered by his lack-luster response, though. She accepted the cloth from Monty with a smile. "Can I clean you up?" she asked.
Eclipse's glowing blush flicked on and off again, but he nodded. "Yeah," he rasped, inching his legs further apart to allow her to gently clean the last of the lubricant from between them. He snapped his modesty panel closed as soon as she finished, gaze flicking uncertainly to Monty. There was something calculating behind his optics, like he wasn't quite sure where they stood.
Monty didn't have a single fucking clue either, but she had an inkling of where they could be, eventually, and that was enough for now. "You feeling okay?" she asked as she rejoined them on the bed and offered him a water bottle.
Eclipse took it, and his gaze dropped purposely down to focus on opening it. "Fine," he mumbled, with surprisingly little prickliness to his tone.
"That's good," said Earth. "It's pretty late. Do you want to spend the night?"
Eclipse's optics flicked from Earth to Monty, then back down to where he'd begun to pick at the label on the bottle with his claws.
"Totally cool with me, by the way," Monty added. "The bed's more than big enough for three. Obviously."
Earth reached out to take Eclipse's hand, stilling his nervous fidgeting. "We can cuddle, and maybe watch a movie before bed? How's that sound?"
Eclipse scoffed at the mere suggestion, rolling his eyes, and Monty knew exactly what was coming. "I don't care," he grumbled, but that wasn't important. What truly mattered was his hand, joined with Earth's, where Monty could see him tap his thumb against her knuckles to say yes, yes, yes.