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Megatron,the most wise and powerful leader of the Decepticons, who is always stern and self-disciplined , felt that today was a different day.
He overslept.
No, saying "overslept" seemed to imply an excuse for himself based on the pretext of "heavy workload causes urgent need for recharging" which makes getting up late appear legitimate, necessary, and honest.
He simply stayed in bed, completely unpardonable.
Unless we take external factors into account: the first Cybertronion to have the honor of spending the night in the leader's recharging room, Starscream.
The Decepticons' Airborne Commander Starscream should be awarded some honorary title for this feat. Now, he is leaning casually against the door frame, staring at the huge lump on the leader's massive recharging bed ,AKA Megatron, who pretends to sleep under the cover of his quilt. This giant pretends to sleep very seriously, as if he didn't know his own size or thought Starscream wouldn't notice: the changing running frequency of large machines can easily reveal the fact that they are awake,let alone to the fact that seekers like Starscream has overly sensitive hearing.
Starscream shows the whites of his optical mirrors, closes the front bumper with a frown, turns around, and wants to leave the room. If Megatron wants to say something sweet and intimate in the morning after last night's sex, he should have say something online when Starscream was struggling to set himself free from this imprisoning embrace, instead of pretending to sleep.
Starscream pressed the switch of the door only to find that Megatron had no intention of letting him go, so he glared angrily at the huge lump.
Hmph!Stupid Iron-Barreled Head!
The Airborne Commander fumbled around in his own subspace, pulled out a thin, crystal-clear stick, poked it into his mouth with resentment, rubbed those tiny feeding organs (humans seem to call similar actions brushing their teeth), and gave a look that said: "I'd like to see how long you're going to stay in bed with 20 minutes left before the morning meeting."
Megatron admires the seeker's self purification process through the seams of the blanket. The loose armor of the small plane draps over his body is much more like something arouses sexual desire than a fig leaf: the soft inner armor swayed back and forth with the movement of brushing teeth. A pair of exquisite and beautiful red rectifying cones bulge in front of his chest, trembling like energy jelly, shamelessly displaying the teeth marks on them.These unique organs belongs to seekers looks very sharp, Megatron didn't even know they are supple before biting them. The slightly fluttering snow-white wings indicate the owner's dissatisfaction.They lightly sweeps the iron gray walls, making a voice strident to human but like heavenly music on Cybertron's standard audio receiver. The short skirt armor covers a limited piece of plump protoplasm, and many impatient pecking kisses have ended their journey in the fleshy part of the inner thigh. The plump buttocks and legs of Starscream contrast perfectly with his slender waist that looks easy to break, and the extra weight does not diminish his proud speed at all; The prominent scratches on the sky blue knee armor are the best evidence of yesterday's fuck positions and sex locations. Wearing plenty pieces of non essential armor but remove the obstruction over the genitals is a better test of shame for the bottom guy, as well as stimulate the sexual interest of those on top. This is why Starscream's calf armor and foot armor are neat. the outer edge of the thruster is sharp and cold, poking the floor with a clear and captivating sound.
Oh, Starscream's beauty is beyond any word, as usual,always.
He must have removed the back bumper again, Megatron thought. The seeker's bumper was particularly tight, so if his interface was swollen like that，it might take some effort to cover it. To relieve discomfort, Starscream carefully twisted his wasp waist, rubbed his hips against the wall. The lower edge of his skirt armor seems to have a tendency to move upwards,which makes sexual protoplasm appearing faintly.The more he tries to hide, the more he is exposed.
To be honest, how did Starscream achieve the clumsiness and cuteness of a child, yet also the sensuality of a bitch?
He is arrogant like a nobleman, yet despicable like a bandit; Why can't he be as convenient as a prostitute and as gentle as a wife?
His resistance is always strong and undisguised, with a public outcry like his frequent usurpation activities. Megatron's punishes his improper behavior on bed with output tube(cock), just like how he crushes his disobedience and disloyalty on the battlefield with his fists.
Oh, Starscream never hang his head, even if Megatron fucks fiercely, the provocative expression on his face remains as usual.
All right then, there must be something unusual that broke Megatron's 50-year record of consecutive early awakenings .
He left the little traitor on his own bed and embrace the little bastard to sleep.the flammable and explosive chico was just clinging to his spark chamber: Starscream is such a small bomb.
What exactly led Megatron to take such a risky action?
He began to reminisce about the intense bed scene last night, with a wet and soft interface that was very good, strong legs wrapped around him that were very good, and a flexible tongue that was very good.
There's totally no different to every single bed scene that happened before.
It is just…… Did they just come face to face yesterday?
As usual, Megatron always favors doggy style than missionary position, deeper,rougher,more refreshing and more savage for the reason. This is the posture of wild beast mating, which makes it convenient for him to forcefully chisel Starscream who has failed assassinating him during the day into the mattress, pinch his neck and force him to scream out his guilty plea. Although such a stubborn seeker's attitude of admitting his mistake will not be very good. Afterwards, they overloaded together and satisfied with their orgasms together, just like regular fuck buddy; Megatron would argue with his SIC about the scheme of operations for the army for a while, just like an ordinary superior and subordinate; Or they may argue aimlessly for a while, like a pair of metal mosquito at loggerheads.
But yesterday, he overloaded with Starscream's eyes mirrored in his eyes. Resembling a lava lake, the seeker's red optical mirror has the beauty beyond measure.Megatron clearly saw the black well in the crimson sea of fire suddenly shrink.
It's like something is filled, melted, stuffed, and given meaning.
Celebration banquet, high purity oil, bickering, he pressed him on the dining table, energy cream covered the wings, Soundwave dispersed the fleet, and the leader enjoyed his naughty dessert... Tableware scattered on the ground, with lewd liquid that should not belong to the eating occasion splashed on them.
Afterwards, he showed great compassion and satisfied the hot bottom's need for a soft bed. The king of the Decepticon and his queen who wanted to usurp power tore at each other's inner armor, struggled and stumbled through the dim corridor, steam escaped from the hot seams of their gaps in armor, left behind a lingering sweet and fishy obscene scent.
After the trembling fingers entered the wrong password in front of cabin door, fell down with Starscream's fascinating feet stepped on him, Megatron felt thrusters on the seeker's high heels rolled over his front bumper heavily. Flipped over and jumped up, easily captured Starscream, The lord threw him onto the charging bed sternly as punishment.
He could see very clearly that at the moment when the wings touched the bedding, Starscream was smiling.
He kissed him fiercely, as usual, hitting his teeth and biting through the tip of his tongue. Starscream, as usual, suddenly tightened the grip on his interface, trying to force Megatron to ejaculate. Rather than saying that Starscream's attempt was successful for the first time, it is more accurate to say that Megatron gave him this opportunity to do so: the leader just wanted to pour all the secondary energy liquid into the traitor's tank today, and then watch him plea for mercy for the tank over saturation warning with a pornographic beaming face.
He wondered if this sudden change in posture had anything to do with his remark during the day: "You have done a great job."
Everything seemed a bit unusual, so much so that when their protracted kiss finally parted, they both thought something was about to happen. Perhaps a short syllable(love or sth), some tawdry sweet words, or the light noise of two spark chambers opening.
But nothing happened at all.
It was just two of them sleeping in the same bed, with the severely bullied Starscream curling up into the arms of the culprit, and Megatron, whose back was covered with scratches, holding the perpetrator in his arms. They both secretly cursed the pair of sharp and white wings that had terrified the Autobots ——they alofted between the two Cybertronion like a transparent barrier.
There's no difference at all!