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“I’ve been thinking about this lately,” Skywarp began, draping himself over the back of Thundercracker’s recliner and nosing his way into the poor mech’s business.
Oh no, that wasn’t good—when Skywarp thought about things a little too much, there tended to be trouble following just behind.
Thundercracker placed down his datapad and lifted a hand to blindly pat at Skywarp’s cheek, “And what have you been thinking about?”
Humming, Skywarp leaned into the touch. “Mm, just thinking that maybe you should let me frag your aft.”
Thundercracker paused.
That wasn’t something he’d considered before. He preferred Skywarp to take the lead and spike him, although that wasn’t to say he hadn’t found himself in the embrace of Skywarp’s valve multiple times as well. Mostly, TC was mushy and romantic and really just liked the closeness of ‘facing, happy to let Warp do as he pleased.
That being said, aft play wasn’t something that most mechs engaged in, Thundercracker assumed. It wasn’t. . . taboo, just something that wasn’t exactly necessary or a daily occurrence; when the standard interface array included both a spike and valve, what else did you need?
Seemingly nervous about Thundercracker’s silence, Skywarp shrank back and wrapped his arms around himself. “No pressure, though. I jus’ like every part of you and wanted to explore something new together.” He wiggled his wings anxiously.
Thundercracker turned around in his chair and leaned over the back to face Skywarp. Maybe it wasn’t fair to leave his aft out of the equation. He’d liked everything else they’d done together so far, and he could’ve been missing out on something processor-blowing if he wasn’t willing to try, right?
He reached out a servo to grab Skywarp’s hand and tugged him close, pressing a kiss to the scratched yellow acrylic of his cockpit.
“First, let’s do some research together.”
Skywarp’s grin was blinding, and Thundercracker knew that he’d made the right choice.
Wrapped in Skywarp’s arms and laying on his side, Thundercracker felt thoroughly prepared for what was to come.
Over the past week or so, they’d gotten together to do a little investigation online, reading articles and citing medical databases, and even watching some. . . videos. For research purposes. Thundercracker had sat on their bed, leaning back into Skywarp’s embrace, the jet’s chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist. Skywarp had mouthed at his neck cables, biting at his jawline until TC vented hotly, trying to desperately stay focused. Halfway through the video, Thundercracker had ended up with a couple of Skywarp’s fingers slowly rocking into his valve, and he just had to give in.
Right, thoroughly prepared.
Warp let out a contented sigh, pulling Thundercracker away from his thoughts. They’d been cuddling, exchanging soft kisses before things began to get heated, Skywarp’s wings jerking with each caress of TC’s glossa up his neck.
“Mm, Tee,” started Skywarp, leaning into his touch. Thundercracker’s servos tightened on his lover’s waist. “Think that maybe we can, ah. . .” His voice thickened.
Thundercracker understood what he meant.
“Sure”, he breathed. “Just kiss me a little more first.”
Skywarp happily obliged, cupping his jaw and plundering his mouth; Thundercracker’s plating trembled with arousal. Fuck. Warp turned him on far too much for his own good. He could feel lubricant dripping from his own valve, anterior node throbbing as he began to rut against Skywarp’s thigh. With each slow grind of his hips, his node dragged wetly against the inside of his interface panels, sending jolts of charge sparking through his chassis.
Grabbing TC’s waist and turning to be on top of him, Skywarp pressed him into the berth and began to roll his hips into Thundercracker’s, their still-covered arrays grinding together. Thundercracker parted his thighs further and lifted his legs to wrap around Warp’s waist, giving him more access to press against his panels and urging him on.
“Fuuuuhhhck, this is so—you’re so hot,” groaned Skywarp, optics dimming slightly; the jet leaned down to allow Thundercracker’s arms to loop around his neck.
Agreeing with a soft noise, Thundercracker used his limbs to pull Skywarp closer, meeting every languid thrust of his hips. Primus, the idea of Warp overloading inside his own panels? Hot. Everything about him was hot, really.
They rocked together slowly, Skywarp pressing his nose to the crook of TC’s neck and panting, petting at his wings and sending shivering bolts of electricity up Thundercracker’s spinal struts. Warp was cute like this—a complete and utter mess, his mess.
Then, Thundercracker pushed against him to adjust their position, climbing to sit in his lap and getting comfortable.
Skywarp looked like an absolute wreck, energon blushing his face, fangs peeking out as he vented, a faraway look in his optics.
“You’re pretty,” mumbled TC, leaning down to plant a slow kiss on his lips.
“Haaaah, no, you’re pretty,” Skywarp countered, drawing his digits down the bold stripes on Thundercracker’s wings and ghosting them up the surface to toy with his ailerons.
“We can both be pretty,” TC compromised, humming at the gentle touch. Skywarp was too melty and content to respond, engine purring as he pulled Thundercracker close, in-venting deeply.
Warp was extraordinarily clingy, and Thundercracker loved it. He loved everything about the jet, really, but he especially liked the way the mech was constantly in physical contact with him, absentmindedly petting at his wings in public or tracing patterns into his thigh under the table. He liked to leave his mark on Thundercracker, too. TC would find himself with rows of neat indents on the leading edge of his wings or even his jawline, evidence of dentae closing down possessively and leaving dark bruises of energon forming on his neck cables. It was when they were apart for lengths of time that Thundercracker really appreciated the physical reminder of Warp’s affections, absentmindedly tracing his digits over sore bite marks and thinking fondly of his lover.
Decidedly done with snuggling, Skywarp leaned over to reach into his subspace and place the bottle of lubricant next to them.
Right. During their research, they’d found out that valve lubricant was suitable for aft play, but Skywarp had insisted on going out to buy some specially-made lubricant, wanting to avoid any chance of damage to TC’s array. He’d presented the bottle to Thundercracker with a crooked grin, pleased with the lengths he’d gone to ensure his mate was comfortable and safe. TC was flattered, and Skywarp was left with bruises up his neck as proof of his appreciation.
Thundercracker smiled fondly down at his lover, and Skywarp responded with a dopey smile, smushing his cheek against TC’s cockpit. Primus, he’d do anything for the mech, his source of light and hope; someone who kept him sane (or made him go insane, sometimes), someone who was a constant reminder that there was joy found in every corner of his life. His spark bloomed inside of his chassis at the close proximity of his lover, warm and soft.
“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Thundercracker asked, tracing the underside of Warp’s wing.
Skywarp kissed his cockpit and laughed, EM field smooshing a bubbly sort of joy into his. “No reason. I like you in my lap.”
“Interesting,” mused Thundercracker, a smile still touching the edges of his mouth. “Ready whenever you are.”
Huffing lightheartedly, Warp stretched up to bump his nose against Thundercracker’s jaw, “Ha! Don’t say it like that, sounds like we’re ‘bout to start on some life-changing journey, or something. I mean, maybe we are, actually—“
The panel concealing Thundercracker’s port slid away, and Skywarp promptly shut up.
“Hey,” Thundercracker said, feeling a bit awkward and exposed.
“Hi,” replied Skywarp, cooling fans rattling. Thundercracker pulled him in for another go at his mouth, sliding their glossae together in a slow kiss. Vents stuttering, Skywarp’s servo slid up TC’s thigh, turning his palm upward to cup at his valve panel and detaching from his mouth to mumble, “Lemme at least warm you up first.”
Oh, he was nervous—far more nervous than Thundercracker. Which didn’t make a lot of sense, his port wasn’t the one being experimented on.
Not that Thundercracker was going to say no to his valve being touched, in any case; his panel slid back and Skywarp’s digits met the puffy outer lips of Thundercracker’s valve, slowly spreading around the sheen of lubricant that had gathered.
“Primus, you’re so fragging wet,” gasped Skywarp.
Thundercracker groaned, “Only for you, ah—you make me this way.”
Skywarp’s fingers slid to either side of TC’s anterior node, rolling it in circles that made a buzzing warmth travel through Thundercracker’s chassis; slow beads of lubricant dripped down his thighs. The digits dipped between his wet folds, circling his entrance and returning to spread lubricant around his node, pinching it lightly and making Thundercracker gasp.
Attention focused on playing with TC’s node, Skywarp pulled him close with his free arm and leaned his head on Thundercracker’s shoulder. “Love your valve so much, just wanna eat you out so damn bad. Hhaah, I could do that all day, y’know, helm buried between your thighs during an important call. Make it practically impossible for you to be quiet, but you’d be good, I know—I know it. Nnn, and you’d be so good for me ‘n overload right on my tongue ‘n not make a peep.”
Thundercracker groaned, loudly. Needless to say, he really liked it when Warp got his mouth running.
“Hhhah, Warp, I—don’t know if I could stay quiet,” he whined, gripping the edges of Skywarp’s wings.
Skywarp’s fingers curled into Thundercracker’s valve with a wet noise, and TC swore he saw stars, vents hitching. Skywarp’s tongue laved up his collar fairing as the jet withdrew slowly, relishing the slick sound; Thundercracker’s valve was absolutely drooling. “I know you can. Fuck, you’re so—,” Warp breathed. He pressed back into Thundercracker, rocking his digits in and out at a devastating pace.
Thundercracker’s calipers clenched with each leisurely thrust; it felt so right, those fingers curling and pressing at his inner nodes. He was strutless, shaking in his lover’s lap.
“Warp,” he started, a hand lightly pressed to the back of Skywarp’s helm. “You should put your fingers. . .”
Warp kissed at his neck and leaned back, withdrawing his servo to grab the bottle of lubricant, shifting Thundercracker in his lap.
Seeking the familiar comfort of his mate’s mouth, Thundercracker once more leaned forward to catch Skywarp’s lips, jolting as a digit rubbed lubricant over his aft port. “Ah—“
“Sorry,” Skywarp froze, optics wide and lips brushing against TC’s.
“You’re okay,” he reassured, wrapping his arms around Skywarp. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”
“‘Kay.” Skywarp continued the circling movement over his entrance, mouthing at his jawline. Thundercracker relaxed into the seeker’s embrace, sighing when the digit began to sink into him, aided by the lubricant.
“Ahh, fuck. You feel so good,” praised Warp. “Told you I liked every part of you.”
Wings shuddering, Thundercracker was worked open at the same pace his valve had been; slowly and thoroughly, a jolt rushing through him with each knuckle that slid in.
It felt good, actually. Not that he was worried it would feel bad, but rather that it would feel like nothing at all—which wasn’t the case.
More lubricant dripped over Skywarp’s fingers, a second one rubbing at his rim and pressing in with the first. They rocked back and forth wetly, deeper with every movement, a comfortable stretch to the port that had been taut just minutes prior.
“Tee—just look at you. Taking two fingers; you’re doing so good,” groaned Skywarp, digits rolling into him with a slick sound.
Thundercracker made an incoherent noise, trembling as Skywarp lapped up his neck, timing his thrusts with gentle bites and wet kisses.
With a quiet click, Warp’s panel slid away to reveal his spike, pressurizing quickly and rocking against TC’s node. Skywarp rolled his hips up and Thundercracker tilted his forwards, plush folds parting around the length of Skywarp’s spike, fingers still fucking his port all the while.
“Ah, ah—Warp—“
“You're so fucking sweet, so good,” growled Skywarp, hips jerking as his fangs sunk into Thundercracker’s neck, hard.
“Please please please, put your spike in me,” TC breathed, feeling stunned.
Skywarp thrust against him leisurely, his slippery node rubbing against the underside of the Warp’s spike. He let go of TC’s neck, “Haaah, three fingers, first, ‘kay?”
Nodding, Thundercracker sighed as that third finger stretched him wide. He wanted that spike in him, badly. Said spike was drenched in his valve lubricants, throbbing against him and splitting his folds wide.
His rim flexed around Skywarp’s digits as they drew out, easing back into the soft clench of his port. He was relaxed, he was ready, he—
“Hey,” Skywarp said, bringing TC back from his thoughts. “Can I move you onto your front?”
Ah, that position was something Thundercracker was familiar with. During their “research,” they’d found videos featuring a seeker with familiar red plating and a large shuttle (their faces being just out of frame, keeping them anonymous), the shuttle using his gentle strength to bend the seeker over on the bed, pressing his cockpit on the berthcover and presenting his flushed array to the camera.
The shuttle had played with the seeker’s spike, encircling it in a massive servo and allowing the seeker to thrust into it; the other servo had travelled to the seeker’s valve, filling it nicely with just one digit. The shuttle worked him up for a little while before drizzling a copious amount of lubricant over his aft, removing the finger from his valve and slipping it into his port. The seeker keened, his plating a trembling mess, and—
Right, Thundercracker needed to turn over. Lifting off of Skywarp’s servo (and missing the fullness immediately), he slid out of Warp’s lap and laid on the berth, rolling over to put his chest down and aft up, just like he’d seen. He hoped he looked as pretty as the seeker in the video, array presented for his lover to fill.
“Ohh,” breathed Skywarp, practically reading his mind. “Oh, you’re so pretty, Tee.” He shuffled on his knees behind TC and slicked up his spike with lubricant, coating his digits and returning them to his port, thumbing softly at the rim.
Thundercracker rested his cheek on his arm and looked back at Skywarp.
“Whaaat?” Warp teased, leaning over to nip at his audial. “You’ll have my spike filling you up soon.”
Grumbling, TC spread his legs out further, Skywarp's digits sinking to the hilt. Fuck, it felt so good.
Then, the digits pulled out of him, leaving him empty. A weight settled over his aft—Skywarp’s spike, no doubt.
Skywarp rumbled in his audial, “You want it?”
“You are going to be the death of me,” Thundercracker bemoaned. “Ugh, yes, please—“
The head pressed to the entrance of his port, sinking in devastatingly slowly. TC gasped, wings hitching, he swore he could feel it in his fucking throat, the weight of it a comfortable stretch to his port.
Fuck, it felt so right, having Skywarp pressed to his back and shallowly rocking in and out of him, soft ridges slipping past the rim with each slow thrust. He keened, tilting his hips in an invitation to continue. It was so overwhelming, his helm dizzy and thoughts fleeting. He wanted it slow and deep and to never stop.
“Look at you, taking my spike— you’re doing, nnn, so good,” Skywarp praised, panting. His spike was throbbing in TC’s port, fucking deeper into him. Thundercracker’s wings shook and Warp bit into them, leaving stinging indents along the edges.
Skywarp’s spike housing bumped against his aft; he was completely and utterly full. Fuck.
“Oh, Tee, fuck, you feel so—ah—“
Skywarp began thrusting, withdrawing his spike until just the head was notched inside the entrance, pressing back in until he was fully seated. He then rutted in shallowly, hips rolling against Thundercracker’s, before returning to those long strokes that had TC feeling every part of the wet, textured shaft as it entered him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he sobbed with every thrust, wings jerking in time. His valve was empty, and that needed to change, the calipers automatically rippling around nothing as his frame responded to being ‘faced. “Warp, my—my valve, please—“
Skywarp rumbled, reaching under his legs and crooking two fingers into his valve, lubricant dripping past his node and to the bed. His channel stuttered at the intrusion, before resuming the rippling motions, clenching at Warp’s fingers.
TC was incoherent, filled to the brim with his lover and rocking his hips back to meet his wet thrusts, cooling fans on full blast. He was just so full.
“Gonna overload for me?” Warp panted, nipping at the back of his neck and using his free servo to rub at TC’s flushed node, charge rising and crackling as he drew closer and closer to the peak. “C’mon, let go for me, good boy, taking my spike—“
With a sob, Thundercracker overloaded, hips jolting as he was overwhelmed with sensation, the fingers on his node relentless, heavy spike stretching his port.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Tee—“ Skywarp groaned, fangs latching onto his neck and removing his digits from his valve, spike sliding out of his port and oh, why was he pulling out—
Skywarp’s spike slid ridge after ridge into his valve, the head pressing into his ceiling node and stretching him wide, hips grinding against his as hot transfluid flooded into his forge, jolting as it filled him to the brim.
Thundercracker wheezed happily, legs sliding apart and waist lowering towards the bed, Skywarp’s hips chasing his, determined to keep his spike inside the soft hug of his valve as Warp’s reserves emptied. He thrusted a few more times and buried it inside, hips flexing intermittently.
Skywarp removed his fangs from Thundercracker’s neck, panting.
“Ahh, Tee,” he breathed, pulling out and climbing off. Thundercracker rolled over and held out his arms, a floppy and strutless Skywarp collapsing into his embrace, engine purring.
Warp nuzzled him and leaned up to deliver a slow kiss, a servo cupping his jaw.
“You’re sweet,” TC smiled, dizzy and glowing and slowly returning to coherency.
Skywarp sighed fondly. “Not as sweet as you.” His servo left Thundercracker’s face to trace designs into his wing. “Thanks for indulging me. Mm, but if you don’t want to try it again, I won’t push you.”
Thundercracker’s optics widened. “Oh, trust me. We are absolutely doing this again.”