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Soundwave stared at Onslaught, his frame aching for more of the pleasure. He didn’t think tonight would turn to be like this, heck, he didn’t think that tonight would turn to be like this.
Well, okay, a part of his mind must have imagined it in some way, but, honestly, he didn’t think tonight would… okay he was being stupid. He was not imagining it, Onslaught on the table was a touchable, lickable, fraggable proof.
Onslaught then snickered at him, and Primus did he want to punch and wipe that snicker off his face. “Go on, then. Don’t let me stop you.”
The tapedeck’s field expanded, to which Onslaught shuddered a bit. He shifted a little, then a still-sane part of his mind came up. What if they broke the desk while they were… in the session? “Desk: sturdy enough?”
The truck chuckled again. What was it with Onslaught and chuckles? “You have no idea how many frags have happened on top of it. Get on with it!” Onslaught tugged his spike to his own valve. Damn, that was hot.
Soundwave gasped when the tip of his spike met with the warm entrance.
Lube? Who needed lube when the valve one was about to frag was as wet as this?
Onslaught pushed him off a little and then inserted two of his fingers into his own valve. Damn, that was hot too. The display before him was so utterly lewd and the tapedeck couldn’t tear his gaze from it. The truck grimaced a little, then he moaned, then he pulled his fingers out and tugged Soundwave’s spike again, coating it in his own lubricant.
He pulled his legs to allow for better access. Soundwave took hold of his knees, then positioned himself before the valve, and pushed in.
Frag, it was tight and warm.
Soundwave closed his optics and vented heavily. He put his hands on the other’s chest, heard the other’s groans, and moaned.
“Move, fraggit!”
Oh, right, he had to move. He didn’t want to because he wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself back.
But, ah, okay. Whatever.
He pulled out just a bit, then pushed inside again. They didn’t even need extra lubricant. Soundwave exvented heavily and planted his hands on both sides of the truck’s chest, thrusting in and out a few more times. Onslaught’s entire frame trembled, and he groaned.
Soundwave closed his optics, enjoying the warmth and tightness of that hole.
Onslaught gripped his arms, and he opened his optics to meet a hazy visor. “Are you fragging or torturing? Frag, Soundwave, faster!”
The tapedeck stared at him for a moment, then got on to fragging the other.
Blast Off wasn’t normally overcurious. He respected people’s personal space and stuff. He didn’t like people being overly curious and invading his own personal space, so he did the same to them. To him it wasn’t worth the time, anyway.
But when he was enjoying his recovery time—thank Primus Vortex was in the medbay for his own stupidity—and he heard some muffled groans and moans behind the office, he was close to getting curious.
Curiosity is the entrance to overcuriosity. So he stayed in the main room, reading a datapad he recently acquired from Swindle. He debated whether to go back to his room, but here he had more room for his legs.
But as the groans and moans become louder, he became more and more curious. Were Ons and Soundwave fragging? He lay back on the sofa and looked at the ceilings; as if it weren’t so obvious already. What else could they be doing behind closed doors and with those voices?
Which brought a train of thought he’d been missing, had Onslaught really been having some affair with Soundwave? He wouldn’t be surprised if he had, but it was Soundwave, third in command of the Decepticons. Having an affair with him was like having an affair with the State Secretary of Altihex, pleasurable, but dangerous and potentially deadly. And considering they weren’t on good terms with the President, it couldn’t be a good thing.
Blast Off looked at the datapad he’d been reading. Altihexi history was really affecting his mind again, wasn’t it?
And it could really be a bad thing. Onslaught had been losing his focus these days, well, sometimes, but for someone like him it was rather alarming. Even in the middle of a battle with dozens of fights, he never lost his focus. He was amongst the best who could hold his attention steady for a very long time.
A loud, deep moan brought him back to reality. He looked at the hall that led to the office, then stared at it.
He shook his head and stood up. Maybe it’d be best for them and him if he left. He put the pad back to the shelf and walked to the door.
He hoped Astrotrain was available.
“Onslaught: a talker.”
Said mech grinned. “I couldn’t help it when you were teasing me.” He rolled his hips lazily. “I’m that good, aren’t I?”
“Yes.” Soundwave gasped. “Onslaught is good.” Then he closed the small distance between them and kissed him.
This time, they let their glossae slowly danced around each other. They were doing some fast-paced game earlier, and Soundwave still wanted to relish it. Taking hold of the other’s spike, he tugged at it and jacked it off. Onslaught moaned into the kiss and Soundwave shuddered; even when being fragged the truck’s spike was still hard.
He let go of the kiss and pushed again slowly, earning a deep moan from the other. He liked it slow, sometimes torturous, he liked to savour the moment and enjoy the tightness around him.
Speaking of tightness,
“You’re close, Soundwave?”
Soundwave lazily gazed at him, “Yeah.”
The truck propped himself on the elbows. “How about I frag you till you come?”
“Y-yeah.” Soundwave pulled back, and a wet pop could be heard.
“Ow, frag.”
“Onslaught: clumsy.”
“I thought you say I’m anything but?”
“Did not.”
Onslaught stood up, and Soundwave’s mouth nearly watered at the sight. The truck was standing proudly, grinning at him, his erect spike full on display and his thighs leaking. The tapedeck’s valve couldn’t help but clench.
The truck then pulled him and kissed him slowly, while his hand slowly jerked the tapedeck’s spike in a way that was both nice and not pushing him to the edge. Soundwave guessed he must’ve had a lot of experience and exercise. He groaned into the kiss, his hands exploring the truck’s wide back. He found the joint that connected his turrets to his back and tweaked it and earned a deep grunt in return. Onslaught’s then jerked both their spikes in one hand, gripping and pumping as Soundwave involuntarily followed Onslaught in thrusting his hips. Their field mashed into each other, their excitement easily known.
Soundwave whimpered in need.
Onslaught then let them go, his visor a very bright orange. “Come on, don’t want to waste the arousal away.” He gently turned him around and slapped his aft. “Get on the sofa, on your front.”
Face flushed even more, he shuddered lightly after that slap. He positioned himself on the sofa on the corner of the room, hands down and aft up in the air in invitation. He heard Onslaught groaned and two rough hands held his waist. He grunted when the hands moved up and down on his back, then found their way into his front, teasing the wiring between his chest and his abdomen. Some fluids dropped to the floor, and the tapedeck realised it was his lubricant oozing down from his valve.
Well, there went the lube.
He felt something poked his valve, then Ons leant down and whispered next to his ear, “You look scandalous in this pose, you know that?”
Soundwave moaned at the sinful whisper, wriggling his hips to get that poking spike into his valve.
Onslaught hummed in delight, “Well, I guess I’ll have to finish the scandal.”
The truck then pushed in slowly and Primus wasn’t that stick pushing the right buttons oh so wonderfully.
Soundwave groaned rather loudly. It was big… too big. Yet the pain was welcome. As Ons pushed in slowly, he panted to help his poor fans to cool his frame, it was too much. The friction was driving him closer and closer.
The shaft fully inside, he felt the truck leaning down again. “Does it hurt?”
“Onslaught: move. Right. Now.”
The truck laughed, “Needy much? Consider it as a payback.” he pulled it out slowly, earning a prolonged moan from the tapedeck below, then he thrust it inside forcefully. “You like being rough?”
Soundwave just nodded. When Onslaught took hold of his shoulder and started thrusting into him, he couldn’t help but tremble. He wasn’t being overly rough, he guessed this was just the warm-up. Ons then took hold of his other shoulder, and the tapedeck fragging cried.
Onslaught thrust into him like he was punishing him, each thrust was accompanied by a grunt or a moan. However, his hands held him tight, then they moved slowly to caress his back. Soundwave arched his back correspondingly. The hands then continued travelling down until they reached his aft, and one slapped it.
The truck laughed a little at his cry as he did it, then he lunged forward and hugged him from behind, hands all over his chest and thrust into him even faster. One of his hands found his spike and jacked it. Soundwave unconsciously moved his hips to match the attack from the front and behind.
Onslaught’s ventilation was getting ragged, his thrust more erratic. He bit the tapedeck’s neck, nearly drawing blood from the wiring inside. Soundwave was nearly limp on his hold, his head was pressed against the headrest of the sofa. He then felt the truck lapping the wiring and sucking them. “Soundwave, I’m getting close. You want to finish now?”
Soundwave whimpered into the cushion, but he managed to shake his head.
“I’m honestly not sure.” Thrust slowing down, Onslaught nuzzled his neck and shoulder. Soundwave lolled his helm back, allowing for more access.
“Soundwave: wants to come. Wants Onslaught to come inside.” He shuddered as his voice wavered.
The truck hummed in approval, then put his fingers on the tapedeck’s mouth, which Soundwave instantly sucked. He angled his hips a little, then continued the pace.
The tapedeck bit the hands on his mouth, but Onslaught didn’t care. His other hand was jerking the other’s spike, and his mouth was busy on his neck.
“I’m not going to last long.” He managed to say amidst the thrusts.
Soundwave whimpered, biting down the fingers and pushing into Onslaught’s hand on his spike. He then moaned loudly as he came, frame trembling, transfluid coating the hand and the sofa below. Onslaught didn’t stop his thrusting and jerking. He kept on thrusting into him as the tapedeck rode his orgasm and he was chasing his.
He then released his holds on his mouth and spike and hugged him tightly, his thrust became even more erratic. “Ow, frag!”
Soundwave was limp on his arms, but he moaned as Onslaught gave a few more sharp thrusts and a feral groan as he finally overloaded. He felt the other’s transfluid within him, warm and content. Onslaught was still jerking as he came, then he slowed down and gave him some lazy thrusts before finally went limp.
“Mhm, that was very good.” Onslaught remarked as he pulled out. A gush of transfluid followed his spike to the floor below. Soundwave grunted as he lost the warmth and left empty.
The truck released his hug, but he caressed the tapedeck’s back for a few moments as their ventilation catch up with the heat. Soundwave’s face was still pressed against the headrest, before he straightened his back and stood up, or tried to.
Next to him, Onslaught collapsed to the sofa. His visor dimmed for a few moments before he felt a hand pulling him. Soundwave let himself be pulled and sat down on the truck’s thighs, kissing passionately as the truck rubbed their spikes in a teasing manner.
He pulled back, and presented with a tiredly grinning hunk of a mech who was still rubbing their spikes. “That was more than I expected.”
Soundwave nodded. “More than expected.”
Onslaught chuckled and let go of their spikes. Soundwave let the truck trace patterns on his back, his head resting on the truck’s strong shoulder, followed by his body leaning into the touch. The truck felt so robust, so strong as he held him like this.
Before he knew it, he was asleep.