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One
“You’re so soft,” Mirage murmurs, running a cold servo down Noah’s bare chest.
Noah shivers at the contact, skin prickling as goosebumps follow behind Mirage’s servo. His hands grasp at the couch beneath him, sucking in a breath through his teeth. Mirage hums and traces his digits over Noah’s thighs, carefully avoiding touching where Noah wants most.
“Look at you, all laid out for me,” Mirage purrs, optics drinking in Noah’s naked form.
The man was laid over the worn down couch in the garage, bare and shivering, a seemingly permanent flush on his face– it spreads down his chest just the slightest bit. His hands are gripping the material of the couch harshly, occasionally straining with the effort to not touch himself. That was for Mirage to do.
Mirage runs his digits up and down Noah’s thighs, dipping inwards before retracting back out, never quite getting to the aching and leaking dick between Noah’s legs.
“Mirage…” Noah whines, closing his eyes and huffing sharply.
“What is it, Noah? Use your words,” Mirage drawls, smirking down at the worked-up man below him.
“Please,” Noah whispers, shaking as Mirage trails his digits back up his thighs.
“Please what?” Mirage trills, moving his servo to gently press down on Noah’s abdomen, dragging lower, and lower.
Noah curses under his breath before his eyes flutter open, gazing up at Mirage, being sure to look right into the bot’s optics through his lashes.
“Please touch me, ‘Raj,” Noah begs.
Mirage grins, a quiet purring sounding from his chassis.
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Noah throws his head back as Mirage finally touches between his legs, digits pushing his dick flush against his stomach. Mirage runs his digits all the way to the tip of Noah’s dick, collecting the precum gathered there, before dragging it back down, spreading the sticky substance for further lubrication.
Noah shudders as Mirage wraps his servo around him, tugging up and down, an occasional padded digit swiping across his tip, sending an electric shock of pleasure up his spine every time.
Mirage coos as Noah moans, a babble of unintelligible spanglish streaming steadily from his lips.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Mirage praises, moving his servo faster, forcing a choked gasp from Noah. “That’s it, baby, c’mon let me hear you, you sound so beautiful,” Mirage continues, Noah coming further undone beneath him.
“Mirage–” Noah gasps out, hips bucking up to match Mirage’s pace. “Fuck– Mirage, please,” Noah whines, eyes squeezing shut.
A sudden gust of warm air blows Noah’s hair out of his face, Mirage huffing through his vents. A metallic hand splays across Noah’s chest, keeping him pinned to the couch. Mirage’s digits drag up his chest, servo gently resting at Noah’s neck.
“Can I…?” Mirage trails off, digits tapping at Noah’s neck.
Noah groans and nods.
“So fragging perfect for me,” Mirage murmurs before squeezing his digits around Noah’s neck– not enough to completely cut off his air, but to restrict it as well as the blood flow he could feel pumping beneath the thin metal of the tips of his digits.
Noah’s eyes roll back, strangled moans crawling from his lips as Mirage continues jacking him off. The lack of oxygen makes him dizzy, while also pleasantly increasing the feeling of Mirage’s touch tenfold.
Mirage leans close, nuzzling his helm against Noah’s cheek, giving him a quick kiss.
“Gonna overload for me, pretty boy?” Mirage murmurs, dermas grazing across Noah’s ear.
Noah’s entire form tenses as white hot liquid spills across his abdomen, thighs shaking as he comes down from his orgasm. Mirage’s hold releases from his neck.
Noah opens his eyes, turning his head to the side to face Mirage. The bot smiles sweetly at him before dragging a digit through the mess on Noah’s stomach. He brings the digit to his dermas and–
A sharp and repetitive beeping startles Noah awake. He blindly whacks his hand over his bedside table, silencing the alarm.
He’s sweaty and panting, sheets tangled and stuck to his skin. As Noah moves, he can feel the stickiness between his legs.
He lifts the covers and stares at himself in disbelief for a few moments.
He had just came in his sleep– to a wet dream about Mirage, of all people.
Noah groans and slumps back against his bed.
He needed a shower.
Two
It had been a few days since the incident, as Noah had resorted to calling it in his head. Seeing Mirage afterwards had been awkward– he couldn’t stop thinking about that damn dream. He’d find himself staring at Mirage’s servos, wondering if they would feel the same way his brain had supplied him with. Would he praise him the same way? Would his voice drop into a sensual murmur when–
Yeah. Noah concluded he clearly must be sexually frustrated.
It wasn’t surprising, considering he rarely took time to himself for such activities. Bringing someone home definitely wasn’t an option, and the thought of going to a stranger’s for a hookup didn’t really appeal to him either, as being a gay man made hookups dangerous. No, he’d rather play it safe.
Furthermore, Noah was near constantly wrapped up in work or family business, masturbating tended to just skip his mind.
Apparently, that was a luxury he could no longer afford, as ever since the incident, Noah found himself craving an orgasm more and more with each passing minute.
Which is why when Noah saw the note left by his Ma saying she had taken Kris out shopping for school clothes, he decided he could be a bit later getting to the garage than usual.
He sits on his bed, trailing his hands across his chest. He closes his eyes and sighs, rolling a nipple beneath his calloused fingers.
His right hand slides down his torso, slipping into his shorts. A soft huff escapes his lips as he palms himself through his boxers. His hips roll in time to his hand, quiet little moans effortlessly leaving him.
Precum starts to bead at his tip, his hand and hip movements smearing it in his boxers. He chucks his bottoms off once a sizable wet patch forms on the thin fabric.
Noah spits into his hand, the saliva mixing with the precum as his hand wraps around his dick. He drags his hand up and down slowly, shuddering at the sensation.
Noah leans fully against the wall for support as his hand gradually speeds up.
“Noah?”
The staticky voice brings a halt to Noah’s movements, his eyes shooting open.
Noah’s walkie-talkie lays on the bedside table, light on to signal that the other end was sending a transmission.
“Noah, are you coming to the garage today?” Mirage asks, sounding bored.
Noah glances at the clock. He usually was in the garage by now.
“Noooah?” Mirage drawls, dragging out each syllable
And Noah thinks he must be really, really sexually frustrated, because the sound of Mirage’s voice makes him twitch in his hands.
Fuck.
Noah bites his lip and moves his hand up, brushing over the slit at the head of his dick before dragging his hand back down.
“Do I need to come drag you out of bed?”
Noah moans at the thought of being dragged anywhere by Mirage, which should honestly worry him, but his mind is already occupied enough with supplying fantasies of Mirage manhandling him.
“Fine, I’ll let you recharge, but if you aren’t here by noon I will figure out how to size down enough to drag your ass out of bed.”
The walkie-talkie clicks, and Noah– clearly not in his right mind– grabs it and pushes down the button on the side.
“Keep talking,” He says before he even realizes what he’s doing.
The talkie crackles to life again.
“What?” Mirage asks, and Noah can envision the bot squinting his optics in confusion very clearly.
God, this is so wrong, but Mirage’s voice is doing something to him, if his throbbing dick was any indication.
Noah clears his throat, speaking through his brain fog.
“I uh–” Noah closes his eyes, thinking momentarily. “I woke up late. I’m getting ready right now, just… just talk,” Noah cringes, shame spilling down his back.
“Okay…” Mirage drags out, clearly still confused. “Why exactly do I need to keep talking? I mean, I get my voice is amazing but–”
Noah scrounges up an excuse surprisingly quick.
“Ma and Kris are out, not used to it being so quiet,” Noah supplies.
Mirage hums in reply, seemingly satisfied. Noah’s entire body relaxes as the bot starts rambling, talking about some patrol he had with Bee the other day.
Noah clicks his receiver off and drops the talkie on his bed, hand immediately returning to it’s previous ministrations, now with renewed vigor.
Mirage doesn’t even sound erotic in any way. He’s just talking , but something about the mechanical buzz that his vocalizer produces is so attractive .
Noah leans his head back, moaning freely as he jerks himself off.
“–God, Noah, it was so–”
And that sends him over the edge. Noah groans as he spills into his hands, Mirage’s voicing of his name echoing in his head.
Noah slumps, panting and staring up at his ceiling as he calms down.
Mirage is still rambling through the walkie-talkie.
Three
Noah was a pervert.
At least, he felt like one.
Guilt had quickly consumed him after his little jerking-off-to-mirage’s-voice session. He could hardly look at the mech, darting his eyes in a different direction any time the bot entered his field of vision.
Mirage had clearly picked up on this, and he clearly was not happy with Noah’s newfound awkwardness and avoidance. The bot seemed to make it a point to frequently invade Noah’s space, leaning in close to him, poking his side to get his attention, sometimes even hovering over him as he worked at the workbench in the garage.
It was driving Noah crazy.
Every touch had Noah thinking back to the stupid dream that started this, his mind never failing to expand its horizons and supply him with new fantasies the more it went on.
It finally reached the tipping point after a week of Mirage’s constant touches.
Noah had been hunched over the workbench, fully absorbed in the repair of Kris’ gameboy, which he had accidentally “dropped” (Noah suspected he actually had a rage-quit moment and threw it).
Regardless of how it was broken, Noah was intent on fixing it, back hunched and head leaning in close to the device, carefully checking over the wires.
“Sitting like that isn’t good for you back,” Mirage quips from behind him.
Noah can hear the soft clicking of metal as the bot nears him, now hovering directly behind him. Noah hums noncommittally and shrugs, still focused on the gameboy in front of him.
That is until Mirage wraps a servo around him, holding his chest as the other servo pushes his back, forcing him to sit up straight.
Noah stills, air rushing out of him at the contact. His hands freeze in their spot and while Noah is still looking at the gameboy, his focus is now entirely elsewhere.
Mirage’s servos are miraculously still on him, holding him in place.
“See? Doesn’t that feel better?” Mirage muses, slowly retracting his servos from Noah’s body.
Noah is unable to contain the shudder that wracks his body, heat pooling in his lower abdomen. Though Mirage’s servos are now physically off of him, he can still feel their phantom touch, how they completely wrapped around his torso, how they easily moved Noah to their will, how much larger they were in comparison to him.
His body flushes, thoughts racing with just how easy it would be for Mirage to pin him down and keep him still– and yes Mirage was big but he wasn’t incredibly big. Noah knew Cybertrons had some equivalent of a dick, and he found himself wondering just how big Mirage would be– how big Mirage is. Could he take it? If so, there would no doubt be a bulge in his stomach when–
Fuck.
Noah drops the gameboy, the quiet clattering sounding through the garage. He clears his throat and stands, avoiding facing Mirage at all.
“Yeah– definitely better– you know I think I should head out, actually–” Noah stammers, abandoning the gameboy and grabbing his windbreaker, conveniently holding it in front of his crotch. “Not good for my back– uh– like you said– yeah, I’m–” Noah jerks his thumb towards the exit of the garage and swiftly exits.
Real smooth, Diaz.
He had no doubt Mirage was probably sat puzzled in the garage at his abrupt exit, but Noah can feel himself throbbing in his boxers and if he doesn’t fuck himself in the within the next few minutes he feels like he might die.
Noah makes it home in record time, quickly clambering into his bedroom. He opens up his bedside drawer, grabbing the (almost) forgotten bottle there, before scurrying into the bathroom.
He turns on the shower and air vent, and briefly hopes that it would be loud enough to cover any sounds that are bound to sound from him in the minutes to come. After checking the lock on the door, Noah quickly discards his clothes and hops into the shower, sighing as the hot stream of water pelts his chest.
He grabs the bottle he had retrieved from his bedroom– lube– and pours a generous amount onto his fingers. He leans forward, bracing himself against the wall of the shower as his hand reaches behind him, spreading the lube around his rim, fingers deftly moving across his ass, making sure he’s properly lubricated before he pushes a finger in.
His eyes flutter shut as he pumps the finger in and out, a second quickly following. He scissors his fingers, stretching himself to fit a third finger inside. He grunt and pants into the shower wall, biting his lip as he finally pushes the third finger in.
He pumps his fingers, curling them on every pump. His legs tremble as his fingertips brush against that spot. He zeroes in on the bundle of nerves, continuously brushing his fingers across it. Noah bites into his forearm in attempts to quiet himself, whimpers leaking through the corners of his lips.
As Noah curls his fingers again, he wonders what it would feel like to have Mirage’s digits in him instead of his own. His eyes roll back, and he groans lowly into his arm.
Mirage would easily reach his prostate, just one digit would probably already have him stretched to his current state, and maybe instead of Noah muffling his moans into his own arms, Mirage would cover his mouth with his free servo.
Noah’s fingers move more desperately now, his knees going weak as he nears an orgasm.
His mind helpfully supplies him with the memory of Mirage’s voice.
“See? Doesn’t that feel better?”
Noah’s knees buckle, the man collapsing against the wall as he orgasms. Noah removes his fingers with a whine, moving to rest against the wall, body occasionally shivering with aftershocks.
He rolls his wrist and massages the sore muscle there. The ache in his wrist has him briefly wondering if he should buy a toy to satiate his new rise in libido.
Four
Noah owns a dildo within a week. It’s silver with blue accents– Noah had flushed as soon as he saw it, and decidedly pushed back his complicated feelings over the matter of getting horny over his best friend, opting to listen to his dick and buy it.
He hadn’t used it yet, having gotten busy with an influx of repairs needing to be done, as well as taking care of Kris who had taken a small decline in health. He had managed to act relatively normal around Mirage as well, which had said bot clearly feeling happier.
And then Kris got better and Noah finished the repairs he was asked for by his neighbors. Without anything to keep his mind occupied, his libido returned full force.
Which is why Noah was currently sitting on his knees atop his bed, prepping himself to take the neglected toy.
Mirage had insisted on taking Noah on a drive earlier that day, now that Noah wasn’t so busy, and he had said yes. Noah had at one point made Mirage laugh, which made the driver's seat rumble. It sent a shudder up his spine, and Noah’s mind had been gone ever since.
Noah sighs as he pumps his fingers, bending forward to rest his head on his pillows. His eyes catch on the dildo resting to the side of him. He grabs it and lifts his upper body up a bit before leaning his head down, lips hovering over the tip of the toy.
He swipes his tongue out, letting some spit drool out of his mouth before he wraps his lips around the toy, bobbing his head down. He closes his eyes and hums, his dick twitching as the toy touches the back of his throat. Noah nearly moans at the sensation, and he can admit he most definitely has an oral fixation.
He continues bobbing his head on the toy while his fingers pump in and out of him soothingly. It occurs to him that he probably looked like a slut, moaning over giving a goddamn toy a blowjob, leaning forward to gulp it down his throat before leaning back to fuck into his fingers.
He thinks of his cheap curtains, thin and barely covering his window. He thinks of the times Mirage has shown up unannounced, peeking into his room.
What would Mirage think if he were to show up now? What would he think seeing Noah splayed out on his bed like a whore, sucking off a toy that was clearly bought because of it’s familiar color scheme?
Noah shudders at the thought, lips coming off the dildo with a quiet pop. He spreads lube across the toy and sits up on his knees. He places the dildo behind him, and slowly sits back down onto it, hands guiding the toy inside of him.
He throws his head back with a deep and guttural moan as he sits all the way down, chest rising and falling with deep breaths. After a few moments, Noah raises his hips up and rolls them back down, biting back a whine at the movement. It had been so long since he felt something like this, since he had really fucked himself good.
Noah keeps one hand on the bed to steady himself, while his other trails up his chest and rolls a nipple between its fingers. Noah moans, now bouncing at a steady pace on the dildo, head thrown back in ecstasy, his curls clinging to his forehead as beads of sweat form on his skin.
His mind supplies him with images of Mirage’s bright blue optics peering through his window, and his hips jerk. He wanted Mirage to see him like this. He wanted Mirage to see how much of a cockslut he was, how desperate he was for Mirage to fuck him that he bought a fucking toy that reminded him of the mech.
Noah chokes out a moan as the toy hits his prostate, his eyes rolling back momentarily. He grinds down onto the toy and shudders, whimpering as the dildo stimulates the bundle of nerves.
An amalgamation of grunts, whimpers, and moans spill from Noah’s lips as he bounces on the toy, desperately chasing after an orgasm, his abdomen quickly coiling with growing tension as he nears the edge.
The hand on his chest moves down to wrap around his cock, jerking it haphazardly, too wrapped up in pleasure to be fully coordinated.
“Fuck…” he mutters into the dark of his room, the sound of wet skin reverberating off the walls.
“Fuck, fuck fuck–” Noah’s breath hitches as the coil in his abdomen gets tighter and hotter and– “Mirage–!” Noah moans as he orgasms, cum spurting across his hands and chest.
That was… definitely new.
Noah whines as he slides the toy out of him, rolling to fall back onto his bed. He snags tissues from his bedside table and cleans himself, before staring up at his ceiling, breath slowing as fatigue washes over him, his muscles a nice type of relaxed and sore.
He falls asleep before he can start mulling over the moral ambiguities of his actions.
Five
Mirage rolls into the garage and Noah immediately knows something is wrong. He turns in his seat, watching as the bot transforms into his root mode.
There’s a sizable dent on his chassis, and his paint is scratched in multiple place.
Noah stands and approaches the mech, brows pinched in worry.
“What happened?” Noah asks, gesturing for Mirage to sit down so he could get a closer look at him.
Mirage complies, sighing.
“I may have gotten a bit too cocky when racing Bee and possibly took a turn too sharply,” Mirage states, and Noah just shakes his head.
“Not in the city, I’m assuming?” Noah asks as he starts to search the garage for the proper necessities.
“‘Course not,” Mirage replies, shaking his helm.
Noah nods and hums.
“Is Bee alright?” Noah asks, grabbing a bucket from one of the shelves.
“Yeah, he’s fine. Made me come straight here after I crashed, too,” Mirage mumbles.
“Smart guy,” Noah says with a smirk.
Mirage rolls his eyes.
“Whatever.”
Noah makes towards the door of the garage and points a finger at Mirage.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” Noah orders, ignoring the huff he gets in response.
Noah slips out and walks over to Reek’s place (it was closer than his), giving a quick explanation of the situation before popping into the kitchen and boiling a pot of water. He pours the heated water into the bucket and quickly returns to the garage.
“Lay back, I’m gonna push that dent out.”
Mirage wordlessly leans back onto the concrete, angling himself so that Noah could easily reach the dent.
Noah pours the water over the dent, and Mirage winces.
“Sorry,” Noah murmurs.
“It’s fine,” Mirage waves him off.
“Can you open up your panel here?” Noah taps the metal and Mirage nods, his chassis opening with a mechanical click.
Noah slips his hand beneath the metal, splaying it across the intruding bump of metal. He pushes it, the metal moving back towards its proper place, and Mirage whimpers.
Noah freezes, eyes snapping up to Mirage’s face.
“Does this hurt?” Noah asks– and god does his voice sound this husky every time he has to repair Mirage?
“Well it doesn’t feel good, ” Mirage grunts out.
“Right– Yeah, makes sense,” Noah stammers before pushing against the metal again.
Noah dutifully keeps his eyes trained on the dent as he pushes it, swallowing thickly as Mirage whimpers in discomfort.
The metal finally pops back into place with a ‘thunk’ and the sound that comes out of Mirage can only be described as a moan.
Noah retracts his hand from Mirage’s chassis and clears his throat, trying to ignore the heat spreading through his body.
“Better?” He asks, voice low despite his best efforts.
Mirage nods, “Yeah, thanks, Noah,” He sighs, optics closing in relief.
Noah sucks in a breath. He could feel his cock twitch inside his boxers. He glances to the back of the garage, where a door to a small bathroom resides. He bites his lip and walks towards it.
“Where ya goin’?” Mirage pipes up, only seeing Noah’s receding form.
“Bathroom,” Noah strains, fists curling around his jeans.
Mirage hums in response as Noah enters the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He locks the door with a quiet click and quickly unbuttons his jeans. He sits on the toilet lid, spreading his legs and taking his already hard dick out his jeans.
He covers his mouth with one hand as he starts to stroke himself, thinking back to the noises Mirage had made. He can hear said mech move around outside the bathroom and it just makes Noah throb in his hands.
He shuts his eyes and bites down on his hand, quickening his pace with the other. He swipes his thumb over the head of his cock and his hips jolt up. He continues these motions until he cums into his hand, eyes rolling back and thighs tensing up.
He quickly cleans himself up and washes his hands.
Mirage luckily doesn’t bring up the flush that had appeared on his skin.
Plus One
Noah was nearly asleep when the walkie-talkie beside his bed crackles to life.
“Noah, can you come here?” Mirage’s voice sounds through the speaker.
Noah grabs the talkie and lifts it to his mouth, eyes still closed with sleep.
“What’s goin’ on?” He mumbles tiredly, voice groggy.
“It’s an emergency,” Mirage replies, and that has Noah sitting up. He glances at the clock. It’s just past midnight.
“Alright, I’m comin’.”
Noah slips on his sneakers and jacket and quietly slips out the apartment and into the night, quickly making his way to the garage. He shivers at the cold air, and walking into the garage doesn’t stave off the chill at all.
Mirage is standing in his root mode, leant back against the wall.
“What’s wrong?” Noah asks, giving Mirage a glance over. Nothing about the bot looked damaged, and he didn’t seem to be in any pain either.
“You,” Mirage replies, crossing his arms.
Noah drops his head and looks up at the bot with an unamused expression.
“Me?” Noah deadpans, raising his brows in disbelief.
Mirage kneels to be closer to face-level with Noah, expression entirely serious.
“Yes, you. You’ve been…weird for like the past month, dude,” Mirage pouts.
Noah averts his eyes, staring at some corner of the garage instead of the optics in front of him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Noah mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.
Noah did in fact know what Mirage was talking about. He had that wet dream a month ago, and he’d never really been able to act fully the same around Mirage since then, he just didn’t think it had been so obvious.
“Noah,” Mirage moves himself to be back in Noah’s field of vision, forcing eye-contact. “I’m serious. What’s going on with you? Did I do something or…” Mirage trails off, frown etched on faceplates.
Noah shakes his head, taking a step closer to the bot.
“No, no you didn’t. You didn’t do anything– well not really anyways, you uh– it’s not your fault, kind of?” Noah rambles, wincing at his word-vomit.
Mirage doesn’t look relieved at all.
“So I did do something,” Mirage frowns.
“No, you didn’t,” Noah reassures, keeping eye-contact with the bot.
“I had to have done something! Something has to explain why you’ve been so–”
“I had a dream we fucked!” Noah blurts.
Mirage’s dermas shut so abruptly, they make a soft clinking noise.
Noah closes his eyes, blush rapidly rising to his cheeks. He backs up a few steps, running a hand over his face.
“You what…?” Mirage asks after a thick moment of silence.
Noah groans, running a hand through his hair.
“I can’t believe we are talking about this right now…” Noah mutters before he starts to pace, fiddling with his hands. “I had a…dream where we…” Noah gestures between the two of them, face burning with embarrassment. “--and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it and just– every time you would touch me or– hell when you spoke I just couldn’t get it out of my mind–” Noah cuts himself off before he can embarrass himself further, burying his face in his hands and ceasing his pacing.
The quiet afterwards is suffocating and Noah briefly hopes the ground will open up and swallow him whole.
That is until a servo lands on his hip, digit caressing him gently.
“Do I turn you on, Noah?” Mirage murmurs lowly.
Noah sucks in a breath, dropping his hands and opening his eyes, gazing at Mirage’s optics with surprise. Mirage is looking at him with a smug grin, and oh fuck.
Noah nods shakily, shuddering as Mirage’s digit continues to caress him.
“Say it, Noah,” Mirage leans in close, grinning at the human beneath him. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“Dios…fuck, ‘Raj…” Noah mutters. “Yes, yes you turn me on,” Noah says, frame shaking as Mirage keeps touching his side.
He feels so fucking embarrassed, humiliated even, but it’s honestly kind of hot.
Mirage hums and drags a digit closer inwards on Noah’s body, the cool metal running over his clothed abdomen.
“Do you want me to fuck you right now?” Mirage further prods, grin growing when Noah shudders.
“Please,” Noah says breathily, the word practically leaving his lips as a whisper.
Noah yelps as Mirage picks him up and sits him on top of the workbench table, servos spreading his legs. Mirage leans his helm next to Noah’s head, turning and kissing Noah’s neck, glossa darting out to lick the warm skin there.
Noah shivers, leaning to grant more access to the mech. Mirage tugs on Noah’s jacket, and Noah rolls his shoulders to help discard the item. Mirage’s digits slip beneath his shirt, cold metal brushing over his nipples, another shiver wracking through Noah’s body from the touch.
Mirage keeps raising his digits, taking the shirt off of Noah’s form. He gives a satisfactory hum before returning to Noah’s neck, glossa licking and sucking at the sensitive skin there, getting further spurred on by every sigh and quiet moan that leaves Noah’s lips. Mirage moves his servos to hold Noah’s hips, digits kneading the plush skin through the sweatpants that covered them.
Despite the chill in the garage, Noah finds himself heating up, leaning into Mirage’s touch. Mirage trails his dermas down Noah’s neck to his chest, glossa flicking over a hard nipple. Noah jolts, a high pitched whine escaping his throat at the stimulation. Mirage smirks against his skin, glossa returning to the nipple, licking and sucking the bud, turning Noah into a panting mess beneath him.
Mirage hums and goes to back away, before Noah reaches out, grabbing onto one of his arms.
“What are you doing?” Noah asks, voice thick and heady.
“Gonna size down so I–”
“No–” Noah blurts out. “Don’t,” He says, gazing up at Mirage through his lashes.
It goes straight to Mirage’s spike.
“Oh?” Mirage chuckles, servos returning to Noah’s hips. “You like how big I am?” Mirage teases, speaking into Noah’s neck.
Noah shudders out a yes, and Mirage smiles. He had to be more crouched down this way, but he didn’t mind if it made Noah happy. His servos move to cup Noah’s face and he leans in, connecting his dermas to Noah’s lips. Noah closes his eyes and melts into the kiss, hands moving to lay over Mirage’s servos. Mirage flicks his glossa across Noah’s lips, and Noah obediently complies, parting his lips and letting Mirage’s glossa intrude his mouth. He moans around the wet muscle, arching his back in attempts to press against Mirage’s body.
Mirage notices and pulls away from Noah with a smirk.
“Impatient?” He taunts, servos moving back down Noah’s hips.
Noah huffs and goes to make a retort but the words quickly die in his throat as Mirage’s servos guide Noah’s hip into a roll, grinding his body against his own metallic one.
Noah groans, hand grasping onto a servo, squeezing the digits as his breath shudders, Mirage moving his body pliably.
“Please, ‘Raj, I need…” Noah pants, trying to buck his hip up and move faster, but Mirage holds him steady, forcing him to stick to the pace he had set.
Mirage burrows his helm back into Noah’s neck, dermas brushing over the flushed skin as he speaks.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” Mirage purrs, landing a wet kiss into Noah’s neck.
Noah tilts his head back, bringing a hand to the back of Mirage’s helm, holding him against his neck. His eyes close, breath escaping him in warm puffs.
“Touch me please,” Noah whines, arching further against Mirage, “I’ve been waiting for so fucking long.”
“You’ve hardly been here twenty minutes,” Mirage muses, grinning against Noah’s neck.
“I think you know I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me for much longer than twenty minutes,” Noah grumbles, rolling his eyes.
Mirage grips Noah’s hips harder, groaning into Noah’s neck.
“You’re such a fraggin’ slut,” Mirage murmurs as his digits slip beneath Noah’s sweatpants, pulling the fabric down.
Noah leans back on his elbows and lifts his hips, kicking the pants off of him and into the floor. Mirage takes a moment to admire him, optics slowly scanning over Noah’s splayed form. He drags a servo down his chest, taking pleasure in watching the way Noah squirms beneath his touch. His servo reaches Noah’s boxers, and he presses a digit along the outline of Noah’s dick.
Noah bites his lip, sucking in a breath and swallowing his whimpers and moans as Mirage massages him through the thin fabric. Mirage slows his movements, Noah whining at the change in pace.
“‘Raj–”
“Let me hear you,” Mirage says headily, his free servo moving to caress one of Noah’s knees. “I won’t go further until you make some noise,” He adds, moving his digit across Noah’s boxers in a rougher manner.
Noah grips the edge of the workbench, whimpers now freely spilling from his lips as he watches Mirage palm him with lidded eyes. Watching Mirage’s servo move against him instead of closing his eyes brings a whole new level of headiness to Noah, his mind fogging over, cohesive thoughts becoming harder to form. His hips jolt up into Mirage’s servo, moaning at the friction.
Mirage leans down and kisses Noah’s cheek as his digits move to remove Noah’s boxers. Noah sighs softly, lifting his hips up again to help with the removal of the offending item. With the boxers discarded, Mirage trails wet kisses down Noah’s body, occasionally stopping to suck on and purple a piece of skin.
Noah shudders as Mirage’s helm lowers between his legs, dermas kissing the inside of his thighs. Mirage places a kiss at the base of Noah’s cock before dragging his glossa up alongside the bottom of it, swirling around the head before licking back down the side.
Noah clings to the back of Mirage’s helm, head falling back with a moan as Mirage takes him into his mouth, sinking all the way down. Mirage’s mouth is warm, glossa wet and smooth, dentas softly scraping against his dick as he bobs his helm. Noah groans, hip thrusting up to further invade Mirage’s mouth. The bot hums and places his servos on Noah’s hips, holding him down against the workbench.
Noah whines, fingers grasping aimlessly at the mech between his legs, back arching off the table as Mirage flicks his glossa across his slit.
“Fuck– Mirage–” Noah curses, muscles tensing as his abdomen coils, coming right to the edge and–
Mirage pulls off of him with a quiet pop.
Noah slumps, whining at the loss of stimulation.
“What–? Why’d you stop?” Noah whines, lifting his head, dilated eyes staring at the mech.
Mirage grins, digits massaging Noah’s thighs.
“Can’t have you finishing too quickly,” Mirage hums, lifting Noah’s knees up. “I still need make you my little spikeslut,” Mirage purrs before running his glossa over Noah’s now spread ass.
Noah drops his head back with a whimper as Mirage starts to tongue his rim.
“Oh shit–” Noah gasps, Mirage’s glossa slipping inside him.
He grinds his hip down onto Mirage’s face, lips parted in a constant stream of moans. Mirage’s servos keep Noah’s legs spread, occasionally squeezing the plush muscle of his thighs. Mirage’s glossa glides across Noah’s prostate, the man gasping and arching his back at the sensation.
Mirage flicks his glossa over the sweet spot once more before moving his helm back, glossa returning to his mouth.
Noah’s body goes slack with a sob, tears welling in his eyes, hands squeezing into fists. He had been so close.
Mirage coos, shushing him and kissing his hip.
“You’re doing so good, baby, just a bit longer, okay?” Mirage soothes, nipping at Noah’s hips.
“Please, ‘Raj– I can’t,” Noah sobs, and Mirage kisses his hips again, digits rubbing soothingly.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Noah,” Mirage murmurs into his skin, nuzzling his helm against Noah’s thigh.
“You won’t,” Noah assures, hand running down Mirage’s helm to cup his faceplates.
Mirage hums and turns his helm into Noah’s hand, kissing his palm. He lifts a servo to Noah’s face, digit laying on his lip.
“Just in case?” Mirage murmurs, and Noah sighs, closing his eyes and opening his mouth, taking Mirage’s digit into his mouth.
Mirage bites his derma as Noah swirls his tongue around the metallic digit, moaning around the welcome intrusion. A line of spit still connects the two of them when Mirage retracts his digit. Mirage shudders as the line of spit breaks, falling onto Noah’s chin, said man darting his tongue out to wipe it away, but all the action serves is to make a bigger mess of Noah’s face.
Mirage presses the digit against Noah’s bottom, circling around the rim before slowly pushing it in. His glossa had already stretched out Noah quite a bit, and with how easily his body had taken Mirage’s digit, Mirage wouldn’t be surprised if Noah had fucked himself somehow recently.
He raises an optical ridge at Noah, and the man flushes.
“Cállate,” Noah mutters, voice cracking as Mirage moves his digit.
Mirage chuckles, deciding to not say anything about it, instead focusing on the movement of his digit. He doesn’t take too long, not wanting to push Noah too much further. His modesty panel pops open with a low hissing noise, spike firm and leaking transfluid.
Noah catches sight of it and moans, biting his lips as Mirage removes his digit. Noah doesn’t complain about the loss.
Mirage leans over Noah, servos moving to his hips.
“Sure you don’t want me to size down?” Mirage asks, rubbing Noah’s hips soothingly.
Noah nods.
“I’m sure. I want you like this,” Noah says, eyes darting between Mirage’s optics to his spike.
It definitely looks better than the dildo he had bought those weeks ago.
Mirage’s chassis rumbles, and he lifts Noah’s hips. Despite being on his knees, Mirage was still towering over Noah, so the lift was necessary.
Noah throws a hand behind him, gripping onto the back of the workbench as his torso is lifted off the table, just leaving his upper back, head and arms on the hard surface. One of Noah’s legs rests against Mirage’s hips, while the mech holds the other one up. Mirage moves forward, tip of his spike pressing against Noah’s ass. Noah’s dick twitches.
“You’re such a whore,” Mirage mumbles, biting his derma as he takes in the sight of Noah.
“Just for you,” Noah replies headily with a smirk.
Mirage’s engine revs and his fans turn on, cooling his heated body. He rolls his hip, spike sliding inside Noah, his leaking transfluid acting as lube. They moan in tandem, eyes and optics closing with pleasure. Mirage moves slowly, going still once fully inside Noah, letting the man adjust to his size.
Noah opens his eyes and looks down at his body, moaning when he catches sight of the bulge in his stomach.
“ Ay, me voy a morir… ” Noah mutters, groaning and dropping his back onto the table.
Mirage chuckles and leans forward to kiss the top of Noah’s head. Noah hums, muscles relaxing. He wiggles his hips a bit.
“You can move,” He murmurs, biting his lips as Mirage slowly pulls out.
Mirage sets a slow pace, pulling long and drawn out moans and groans from the man below him. Mirage lets out some groans of his own, optics occasionally shutting with just the feeling of how good Noah felt around him.
Mirage thrusts forwards particularly harshly and Noah chokes out a moan, eyes scrunching shut and mouth dropping open.
“ Joder, Dios mío, Mirage, please,” Noah practically whines.
Mirage groans and speeds up his thrusts, pumping in and out of Noah at a relentless pace. The bot shifts his hips, angling himself in a slightly different direction, and Noah moans loudly, eyes rolling back and hands tightening their grip on the workbench.
“There–! Fuck, Mirage–” Noah stammers, voice cracking with whimpers as Mirage zeroes in on the angle, hitting Noah’s prostate with every thrust.
“You sound so pretty for me,” Mirage purrs, though his voice sounds a bit strained, clicking mechanically. “Taking my spike so well like you were made for it,” Mirage groans and attaches his dermas to Noah’s neck, biting down gently with his dentas.
Noah whimpers, hot tears spilling down the side of his face as his abdomen coils, heat flaring over his entire body.
“Mirage–” Noah groans, muscles tightening.
“You can do it, go ahead and overload, pretty boy,” Mirage murmurs against Noah’s neck.
Noah stutters out a moan, head thrown back, hands clinging to whatever surface he could reach, eyes rolled back and body trembling as his orgasm rushes through him. Mirage murmurs sweet nothings into his ear, fucking him through the aftershocks, Noah’s body twitching and voice whimpering.
Mirage’s hips stutter, his vocalizer clicking around a moan.
“Noah, I’m– Can I–” Mirage groans, hips stuttering again.
Noah hooks the heel of his foot behind Mirage’s back, and nods.
“Cum inside me,” Noah murmurs, whimpering slightly at the overstimulation of getting fucked still after an orgasm.
Mirage groans and rolls his hip, overloading after a few short thrusts, transfluid spilling into Noah. Noah twitches and whimpers at the sensation, a shiver running down his spine.
Mirage slowly pulls out, pulling another whimper from Noah, and gently sets Noah back down against the workbench completely. He leans forward and peppers kisses all over Noah’s face, Noah laughing lightly at the action.
“You did so good,” Mirage praises, leaning back to gaze at Noah adoringly, smile stretched across his faceplates.
Noah grins, eyes sparkling with endearment as he looks at the bot above him.
“You didn’t do so bad either,” Noah teases breathlessly.
Mirage scoffs, standing straight up.
“I’m pretty sure I just gave you the best overload of your life,” Mirage shoots back.
Noah laughs, closing his eyes as he does, and when he opens them again Mirage is back at his side, tissues and damp washcloth in hand. Mirage cleans Noah up, asking the man about any aches and pains he has, leaving kisses on his sore muscles.
After Noah is cleaned, Mirage carefully picks him up and lays him on the worn couch in the corner of the garage. Noah sighs and relaxes into the soft cushions, achy body appreciating the plush material.
Mirage seems to hover around him anxiously, scanning over him and gently rubbing his sides.
“Do you need anything? I can go find a blanket for you–”
“Mirage,” Noah interrupts, placing a hand on the bot’s arm, looking up at him with a soft smile. “I feel great, really. You don’t need to worry so much.”
“Are you sure?” Mirage asks, running a digit over a bruise on Noah’s hip.
“I’m sure, ‘Raj,” Noah pauses for a moment, “A blanket would be nice, though,” He admits, this chill of the garage starting to become apparent again.
Mirage nods and retrieves a few blankets from a shelf in the garage– It wasn’t uncommon for Noah to sometimes spend a night in the garage, so they had kept blankets for whenever they would be needed.
Noah snuggles into the blankets as Mirage lays them across his naked body. He closes his eyes and sighs.
Mirage lays on the ground next to the couch, turning on his side so he could face Noah. Noah turns his head, smiling as he opens his tired eyes to look at the mech. He reaches an arm out, hand landing on the side of Mirage's helm. He caresses the smooth metal there, smile growing as Mirage closes his optics and leans into his touch.
“I love you,” Noah murmurs, eyes wavering between Mirage’s optics as the bot opens them again.
Mirage smiles and scoots closer, practically face to face with Noah now.
“I love you too,” He replies softly before pulling Noah into a sweet and slow kiss.
The two of them are still smiling when they pull away, and Noah is suddenly reminded of some very crucial information.
“Hey, ‘Raj…”
“Hm?”
“This is pretty similar to how that dream I had started.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna reenact it?”
Noah doesn’t sleep until much later that night.