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Cables underneath white thighs shifted as Skyfire settled on Starscream's spike. Hazy blue optics dimmed as he slightly moved on top.
It had been a slow cycle, lazing together on the berth. Wrapped around each other, Skyfire was looking up at him with so much adoration that Starscream had to kiss his dermas to ignore the rising flush. Gentle kisses turned needy, servos grasped at plating. Skyfire carefully moved on top, voice wispy as Starscream pinched sensitive seams near his wings.
They'd prepared Skyfire together, Starscream's digits side by side with his as they stretched the valve. Skyfire kept their optics locked as his hips gave slight jerks whenever Starscream would tease his blinking node with a digit.
Their helms laid close to each other as Skyfire rode digits in imitation of what he'd do to Starscream's spike.
Frames were lethargic as they shared pleasure, vents clicking on. Unhurried compared to their usual frantic coupling. But the shuttle didn't mind, his wings fluttering when he'd dip his hips just right.
“I'm ready Star.”A slight press of dermas against the seeker’s cheek. Rivulets of pink slick slid down snow colored thighs and landed on red panels below.
Starscream gazed at him as if he was everything. As if Skyfire could quell the burning in his spark. Skyfire’s fans worked faster as the sight flustered him.
Dermas pressed against curved shoulder plating, retracting digits from the loosened valve.
Sticky servos landed on boxy hips, squeezing to encourage them to rise.
Blue optics burned brighter, the shuttle shivering as Starscream's spike was released from its housing. Skyfire’s frame simmered as he imagined it filling him, quietly laying over his seeker as he rested with the spike inside him.
Skyfire sighed and rotated his hips when he felt the tip be guided through his folds. Starscream's vents grew heavier as he held his spike in a blue servo and brushed it back and forth. Pre-transfluid added to the mix painting the shuttle’s thighs.
Soft dermas kissed the grey helm as Skyfire rolled his hips, whimpering when the tip pressed against his entrance. Not quite pushing in, the head would graze the rim and subtly apply pressure. Withdrawing before it could pop in.
Skyfire kept dropping kisses, Starscream entranced at how the other moved against him despite not being filled. Enthralled by the fact that he'd be inside his sparkmate soon. How warm it'd be inside him, how difficult it'd be to leave him empty. How Skyfire would soon be letting out sweet sounds as Starscream did his best to please him. Another pass of slick folds against the sensitive tip had his spike tighten up, and before he could stop it, pink transfluid spurt out to coat the plush valve.
Skyfire groaned in satisfaction, heat burning deep in his tanks.
Starscream's helm pushed against his dermas painfully. The frame below arching as the shuttle kept up his slow undulations.
“Sky, my Sky.” came the faint plea from below.
Skyfire kissed red optics, amused as his seeker thrust against him to prolong the feeling.
The shuttle let his processor quiet, floating in the feeling of the spike rutting between his folds. He enjoyed the times they'd indulge in each other, frames lethargic as they joined. When they just frotted against each other, letting the tension rise before he had the spike stuff him. Thighs tightened, spike digging into his folds as it was held in a tight grip.
“Sky!”
“Ha are you ready to get in me sweetspark?” Skyfire whispered as he rained soft kisses near vents. The seeker muffled his groans, helm tilting up to demand a kiss.
“Oh my wonderful Star” crooned Skyfire. He leaned his helm down and met pursed dermas, nursing them in steady caresses. Sleek servos pet white wings, digits tracing the seams. The shuttle vented against the others’ dermas as claws dug in to grasp wires. Not wanting to be outdone, he rubbed a large servo down the seekers cockpit. Digits skimming metal and glass as he inched closer to his goal.
He swallowed Starscream's moan as a white servo grasped the spike and finally guided it inside his waiting valve. It welcomed the tip, thighs raising to slightly bob on the intrusion. Dermas pressed harder as he kept a hold of the spike, massaging the base while he rode the tip.
His tanks burned as the seeker vented and dug digits into his seams. Grey helm pushing against the berth as Skyfire kept the sluggish pace. He pushed his glossa against Starscream’s, internally grinning as Starscream lifted his helm to chase his dermas. Kept contracting his valve to devour the other’s cries.
He could keep teasing his seeker as he circled his hips on the head of the spike, but demanding servos and ragged vents convinced him to keep lowering. Hips slowing their descent to savor how wide the spike was stretching his walls.
“You always make me feel so full. Does it feel good for you too, Star?” Whatever the seeker was going to say became lost as Skyfire rose out of reach. The shuttle huffed as the spike left his snug embrace, crouching over the length to bring it back in.
“Sorry Star, I’ll stay close. I’ll make it feel good for you too.”
He soothed Starscream’s whines as he sank once more, slightly lifting up to brush spike ridges against his interior nodes. Skyfire squirmed as he drew his hips back to press the ridges against his walls, elated with how they pressed his nodes and increased his charge.
He gave a slight vent as he descended again, going further with each swivel of his hips. He still hadn't dropped down fully and already he felt like his processor was leaving him.
“I'm almost there Star.” were spoken between breathy moans as he repeated the motion, sinking deeper with every drop. He kissed Starscream, trembling as the frame below began slow thrusts upwards. His conjunx broke away, optics focused where their frames connected. The seeker held his hips in the air, letting Skyfire rest as Starscream took him from below.
Skyfire gasped as Starscream plunged deeper, going farther than he had on his own. The motion lulled him, hips hinging to get a better angle. Blissed out vents against the seekers helm had the other groan and pick up speed. The shuttle keened, feeling like the tension was boiling, his entrance quivering as it tried to keep up with the spikes movements. He almost wanted to let the other take him quickly, could see he had worked his sparkmate up if the tense cables were any indication.
But Skyfire wanted to take his time. Wanted to really feel his valve be worked open klik by klik.
“We can do that another time, Star.” He squeezed his calipers to keep the spike from going down, Starscream losing the little momentum he had worked up. Was repaid with flaming red optics and a face that scrunched as hips tried to be released from the valve's clutch.
Skyfire wiggled his hips to get comfortable, eventually letting his calipers relax as he began his descent. Servos tried to get him down quicker but he shook his helm, halting his hips until they stopped pulling.
“You’re going to offline me Skyfire.” Starscream’s complaint was met with a laugh.
His laughter turned light as he sank on the length, a deep sigh leaving his intake as his hips finally met Starscream's.
He stilled, helm tilting as Starscream sucked marks into his jaw. Clawed servos clutched his hips, fine lines marring the smooth metal. Starscream’s frame was rigid, hips giving slight jolts as Skyfire squeezed his calipers.
Skyfire hugged the seeker against him, helm hanging as he began to squeeze his thighs. He focused on moving his hips as little as possible, the faint stimulation had servos tighten their hold on him.
Starscream's moans were muffled as Skyfire kept him against his chassis, blue optics closing as he focused on relishing the sweet friction against his valve.
He was hyperaware aware of cables and gears moving as he took the spike, Skyfire venting as he kept the syrupy pace. He could feel his overload steadily approaching, heat coursing to his valve in tantalizing licks down his frame. He kept dropping kisses down to the top of Starscream's helm, his sparkmates' muffles becoming louder as Skyfire’s valve started to clench tighter whenever he lifted his hips.
Skyfire’s overload was on the edge of his awareness, waiting for him to tip over when he liked. He moaned loudly, changing the angle of his hips to push in the spike deeper. He groaned his appreciation, mewling as Starscream scratched deep lines on his hips.
Starscream’s helm clung to his chassis, opening his dermas to mark the plating. The shuttle arched, pushing his chassis to meet the shallow bites. Skyfire brought a clawed servo to grasp his aft, the servo gripping tight as it helped him circle his hips. The large frame shivered, grinds getting smoother with the servo guiding him.
Skyfire lifted his helm, optics fluttering open as his aft was palmed. Began to fully perceive the pleasure coursing through him. He studied the slight shift of his hips, how it rocked his frame against Starscream. How the berth cushioned the dip of his hips and rose when Starscream lifted up to meet him. The ridges against his nodes were increasing his charge as he tried to change the angle of his grinds.
He kept exventing, thighs tightening as he straightened up, sitting fully on Starscream's hips. He keened, venting as the spike entered deeper with the new angle. His processor grew foggy as he shifted, helm rolling back as his wings gave slight flutters to help him rise higher.
The spike inside was full to bursting, lined nodes brushing against his pleasantly. He bit his dermas, focusing on the push and pull against him. Reveling as Starscream's hips raised to follow him, spike filling him so well. Skyfire's pace grew heavier, his frame following the momentum of his grinds. Cries grew louder as servos helped him, pulling him deeper to get the spike tip kissing his forge entrance.
How he wished it went beyond. Wanted to sink himself as far as he could on the length and have it go into his forge. He could only appreciate as the tip gave fluttering kisses, beads of transfluid making his channel slicker.
Skyfire’s servos reached behind him to grab Starscream's thighs, hips going farther back and his conjunx’s servos pulling him forward. Met red optics, dermas below him speaking glyphs he couldn't make out but the desire spilling forth was palpable, pleasure quickly coiling around his cables. His external node glowing brighter as it rubbed against red plating.
A strangled cry tore from his lips as overload squeezed his spark, frame overheating. Slick trickled out from him, falling in gentle rivers as he kept the lazy momentum. Firm ridges against calipers keeping his overload unending.
“Oh Star!” He gave another weak cry as his calipers tightened, keeping the spike inside him. He shivered, hips circling as he was pulled into delicious waves of post overload.
He looked down upon hearing an impassioned wail, optics misty and struggling to focus on his conjunx.
Starscream's optics were wet as he clawed at Skyfire’s thighs, looking at him between disbelief and devotion. Face flushed as he vented and bucked his hips, spike still full.
Skyfire groaned as he planted servos near Starscream's helm. He ground down harshly, jaw dropping as pleasure bloomed once more. Starscream whimpered as Skyfire's grinds became filthier, slim servo coveting Skyfire's aft. The other stroked his thigh in appreciation. The firm hold guided the shuttle against him, Starscream arching as the forge entrance started to unfurl under the ministrations.
“Right there Star. You're almost there, you're so close sweetspark." Skyfire held his seekers helm with a servo, red and blue meeting as his hips quickened. His rim became sore as he came down harder, Starscream's face twisting as their combined effort was bringing the shuttle down as far as he could.
Voices unrestrained, the sound blanketed the two. Moans and gasps being seared into their processors as their charge climbed higher.
A sharp thrust and Skyfire finally found relief as the spike pushed through and breached his forge.
Starscream gave a choked vent, spasming as his overload burst at once.
Skyfire moaned as he was filled, frame riding the jerks against him. He tilted his helm up, spinal struts curving to accommodate his widening thighs. The curve strengthened his humping, helped him sink against the berth as far as he could go. He sighed in content as calipers kept milking the spike, pulling as much transfluid as Starscream could give him.
Heat pooled his lines, processor lost in the swaying of his frame. He could hear Starscream's ragged vents as hips kept rising to fill him. A strained cry coming from the seeker as the shuttle shivered and slick dripped heavily around the spike again.
Skyfire felt stars burst behind his optics as the final overload washed over him, thighs shaking against Starscream. Hips grounding down, he bit his dermas as he repeated the action, wanting to enjoy the sensation for as long as he could. Wondered how long he could keep his seeker underneath him as he rocked and filled his valve.
He felt himself getting worked up again at the thought. Whimpering as he started to quicken his hips despite the ache running through his cables. Chasing another overload, he moaned unabashedly. Spasming calipers encouraged the spike to contribute again to their mutual bliss.
Clawed servos desperately stopped him, holding him still while the sensitive spike kept filling him. Starscream struggled to catch his vent beneath him. Face haggard as he struggled to hold the shuttle in place.
Skyfire quivered, settling against the seeker as he drifted back down to the berth. Hips jerking in sensitivity.
A helm nuzzled against his chassis, placing kisses as transfluid kept emptying into him.
“Primus Sky” came Starscream's muffled voice. “The way you moved and took. Took everything I could give you and…” a ragged moan as Skyfire felt another pump of transfluid fill him.
“So, so lovely and all mine.” Starscream’s kisses turned into nips against his plating. Skyfire gasping as plating nudged his throbbing node.
“Oh Sky.” Starscream clutched him, moaning as his spike feebly shot milky pink into Skyfire.
“You were so good Star.” Skyfire curved against him, exerted valve unable to keep Staracream’s softening spike inside him. He sighed in disappointment as it slipped out of him, already missing the feeling of being full.
“So, so good to me.” he shifted down, bringing their faces together. Starscream bit his dermas, pulling down Skyfire to fully lay on top of him.
Servos curled around wings, Skyfire’s open dermas letting his conjunx curl their glossa together. Skyfire moaned against him, helm dropping as he vented against a cheek. Servos came to his helm, tilting it back towards Starscream. Their dermas curved around each other with a fervid intensity, Skyfire whimpering as he held on to the seeker's wrists. Before the tension could rise once more, kisses started to slow, softening until Starscream lightly pressed pecks against him.
The shuttle put his helm against the pillows, slightly venting as Starscream placed a shaky arm around him.
Skyfire looked at his conjunx, finding the other gazing at him unreserved. He didn’t need their bond to feel how much he was loved, could tell from a glimpse at Starscream’s face. He flushed from how sweetly he was being looked at.
“That's what gets you shy? Not the way you treated my spike like it owed you countless overloads but being stared at?” Starscream whispered in amusement.
“No,” Skyfire whispered back “well, perhaps. It's just when I was on top of you, you looked at me differently. It felt fitting in the moment as you were spike deep in me. But the look you were giving me just now was so tender. It feels…it just feels so much more.”
Starscream's cheeks darkened.
“See, it doesn't feel as good to be called out now, does it?” Skyfire teased, smirk eventually softening.
“You make me feel beautiful, Star.” Skyfire stroked servos down Starscream’s arms. Red optics following his movement. “You make me feel really good, you give me so much attention, and yet you look at me as if you should be the one thanking me. Not the other way around.”
“Because I should. You let me see you like this. Where you're so caught up in pleasure, you expect me to meet your demands without fail.” Sharp servos dropped to his hips, grabbing his aft and caressing the back of his thighs.
“You look so radiant moving against me. Only I get to be the one to see it. Of course I'd be thankful.”
Starscream's voice lowered as he continued “You let me see how good I'm making you feel. You let me feel how your frame reacts to mine. You let me hear how elated you sound as you take my spike.”
Skyfire felt his cooling lines begin to heat. Blue optics brightened as his spark pressed against his chamber.
Digits trailed between his thighs, rubbing the transfluid in circles.
“I should clean us up.”
But the digit kept rubbing against him, putting slight pressure as Skyfire clamped his thighs and grinded against the palm.
“Frag skyfire, I should clean us up…but I have a feeling we’re not done here.”
Skyfire dipped his helm, dermas pulling Starscream in a deep kiss. He gave a sharp intake, shaking his helm as he murmured against the dermas.
“No, I want to keep going. Do you?”
Starscream gave a quick peck. Placing servos back on Skyfire's arms.
“We need energon. We can continue after I bring some back?”
“Mhm.” Skyfire settled against the berth, stretching his frame. He was too tired to put on a show, though that didn't stop Starscream from appreciating the movement.
Scarlet optics roved down the large frame. Skyfire hadn't done anything to warrant the look and yet heat filled Starscream's frame as he took in his sparkmate’s satisfied state.
Skyfire smiled at him, optics rolling as he turned his helm away, hiding the flush on his cheeks.
“Go on Star. I'll be here waiting.”
Starscream sighed, bending down to kiss Skyfire's dermas. Skyfire tilted his helm, kisses going down his jaw.
“Go Star.” He sounded out of vents as a kiss landed near his dermas.
“Star…” a low groan as Starscream took his dermas, glossa flicking against the roof of his intake.
He pulled his helm away, keeping his dermas out of reach. He laughed as Starscream kept missing, landing kisses on his cheeks or optics instead.
“Go on now.” Skyfire's servos gave a feeble push. “I'm starting to get hungry and I really want to continue.”
He settled against the pillows, smiling up at Starscream.
“Fine. I'll be back. Don't miss me too much sweetspark.” A smirk accompanied the remark.
“I'll try not to.” Skyfire shook his helm fondly, frame relaxing against the berth.
Oh how lucky he was he could spend a day with his conjunx in their berth. How lucky indeed. Skyfire nuzzled against the pillows, spark glowing brighter at the thought.