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"I thought you still had a few duties? Are you flaking out now?" Bumblebee chided, picking up one of the data tablets on the desk before him.
Starscream let out a muffled grunt behind him, and the servo clutching at Bumblebee's chassis tightened it's grip. "Stop moving around so much," the seeker whined, "how do you expect me to focus?"
Bumblebee smirked, shifting his hips and letting Starscream's spike push deeper into him. He set down the data pad, and glanced over his shoulder. Starscream's vents were red with heat, hot air puffing out over the smaller mech in constant waves. He was grinding his denta, lips pulled back in a near snarl.
"I thought you were going to be a good mech for me? You said you could handle it, Star," Bumblebee sighed, forcing a disappointed look onto his faceplate. "Aren't you going to try? For me?"
Like a band snapping, Starscream moved forward; his free hand grabbed one of the data pads and turned it on. "Of course I am! We don't need to stop," he grumbled.
Bumblebee couldn't imagine them stopping. If Starscream really couldn't finish his work, he'd just make the mech save it for another day rather than get off the seekers spike anytime soon.
Bumblebee's helm turned back towards the desk, cooing at the other, "good. I knew you could do it."
Starscream let out a bit off whine, hips jerking up and pressing harder against the mini-bots aft.
"J-just four more reports. Then I am done," Starscream updated him. The servo gripping the data pad was shaking slightly, grip tight but unsteady.
Bumblebee hummed, relaxing against his conjunx. "That should be easy for you."
"Yes, it will be."
"Then get to it."
"I am, I am. Stop rushing me…"
"Good mech."
Another sharp thrust before the seeker calmed himself once more. Bumblebee let the silence grow, taking some time to peek at his own tabs. He didn't have much work, but it kept him busy and distracted. If he wasn't distracting himself, he'd be distracting Starscream. But he wanted more control over them both, so rather than give into a hot, quick frag, he had them both waiting for it.
It was fun, pushing the jet to the edge over and over again. It was so easy to get Starscream riled up, and even easier to keep him going. The mech was weak to sweet talk and flattery. He always wanted to be good for Bee, always looking to prove himself. And what was a better way to show it than proving he could still focus on work even with the mini-bot on his spike?
Bumblebee held back a laugh. Before everything that brought them together, he never really imagined Starscream as the type to be so vulnerable. Sure, there were plenty of rumors about Starscream putting out for Megatron in order to keep his role as SIC, but even then that felt so much more… devious rather than submissive.
But it hadn't taken as long as expected for Starscream to open up and reveal what he needed from Bumblebee. What he desired and required to feel full and complete. And Bee was more than happy to provide. With his valve or his spike, he was sure to give Starscream everything he needed to feel like the center of the universe. And it was so, so fun to set up situations where Starscream got to prove himself. It made the fragging all the sweeter.
And it was definitely good for Bee's ego as well. To be someone's comfort and pleasure and hold so much meaning in such a powerful mech's life. It was almost like it's own drug, to be able to hold and command Starscream in this way. It made Bee feel powerful in a way that most of his interactions with others did not. Outside, he was a scout, a friend, someone small but known. With Starscream, he felt like something so much bigger.
Bumblebee pulled himself from his musing when Starscream set one tab down and grabbed another. One of his servos was still clutching Bee, digits prodding at the others chassis.
One down, three reports to go. Time for a treat.
Bumblebee grinned, then clamped down as tightly as he could on the others spike. Starscream, who'd finally gotten lulled into a sense of calm, responded instantly. His back strut practically arched off the seat, cockpit pushing into Bee with a clank. He let out a sharp yelp before rolling his hips into the feeling.
"Starscream," Bumblebee said in the most patient tone he could manage despite the pleasure he was feeling, "be a good mech and keep your hips still."
"But- but you-!?" Starscream argued. He dropped the data pad and both servos went to Bee's hips. His own hips were making halted thrusts, as if his processor and body couldn't decide what to do.
"What did I tell you?"
"To stop. But-"
"No buts. You have to work. Stop shifting your hips or I'll get up so you can focus." Bumblebee wouldn't move his aft if the world was ending. He had his seat, and he'd be sooner returned to the well of sparks than remove Starscream from his valve. But the threat worked.
"Fine! It was your fault anyways! Why did you-"
"Star, focus."
The seeker huffed, exasperated. But he released the other and slowly returned to work. His optics were wary, like he didn't trust the other not to pull any more stunts. Wise mech, for Bumblebee was full of stunts.
"Good mech."
A broken whimper reached his audials, but as instructed, Starscream kept still.
The yellow mech let him have some peace, instead focusing on a book he'd downloaded. It was some weird romance novel Beachcomber had sent him. Apparently the other mech had read it with Thundercracker and swore by it's "genuine love" or something. So far it just seemed like a lot of weird alien sex. He could see why the other two bots liked it so much.
By the time Starscream had reached his final report to read through and edit, Bumblebee had grown bored. Which meant it was time to kick it up a gear.
He dropped his servo to his spike, beginning to stroke himself languidly. Nothing too quick, but enough to get his engine rumbling again. Soon enough, transfluid began dripping from his valve and spike, pooling onto his conjunx's own thighs.
"What is- Bumblebee! What are you doing?" Starscream hissed, optics shining brightly and watching Bumblebee's servo glide.
"Hm? Just playing with myself. Why?"
"I- I have not finished yet," Starscream explained, lifting the servo holding the data tab.
"So? I shouldn't have to wait just because you are being slow," Bumblebee sighed, his hips twitching into his grasp and making Starscream's spike pulse inside him. Still, the larger mech did not thrust. What a good mech.
"That's not fair," the seeker whined, "I'm almost done, just wait."
"Not happening. Hurry up and finish before I finish," Bee said with a laugh.
With a bit of grumbling, Starscream finally tore his optics away and back to the task. It was a hard fight however. Frequently, his optics would drift back over to where Bumblebee was stroking himself, and he'd freeze up again, whimpering in need.
He was committed, though, and with a final edit, slammed the data pad down onto the desk, wrapping both arms around the mini-bot.
"I'm done, let me join you," he said, tone so pathetic it almost hurt.
Bee reached a servo up, gripping the seekers faceplate gently.
"You did so good. My good mech," he cooed, forcing himself to stop pulling at his spike. "I'm so proud of you, Starscream. You've earned your reward."
With a harsh vent, hot air blowing over Bee's helm, the seeker mumbled, "can I move now?"
"Yep, I'm all yours, big guy."
And Starscream took to it like a starving mech to fresh energon. Bumblebee was pushed forward, chassis hitting the desk and legs bent to expose himself to the other. Starscream still held him tight, almost like a hug if not for the deep groans and sharp thrusts. His spike was hitting so much deeper now, pushing into the mesh of Bee's valve in a way that made the smaller mech cry out in pleasure.
He was barely pulling out, hips rutting more than anything. He was completely lost in the need to overload and bring Bumblebee down with him. His servos ran over the curves of the smaller mech, and his teeth found their place in the neck cables of the other. He was practically chewing on his partner while he humped into him.
If he wasn't so lost in his own ecstasy, he would be embarrassed. But Bumblebee would lecture him if he dared to feel shame over his current state, so he pushed the thoughts from his processor entirely and gave into the motions.
"G-good job, you're filling me so well, Star. I feel so good, all thanks to you. Good, good mech. So big," Bee rambled, glossa heavy and vents running overtime. He could feel his release building, and, Primus, it felt amazing.
"I can't wait," Starscream ground out, "please."
Bee nodded, helm jerking back to rest against Starscream. "Go ahead, release. Fill me up, Star."
A loud moan filled the room as Starscream shoved his spike in once more, transfluid gushing out into Bee's tanks. It was hot, and there was so much of it that it began leaking out around Starscream's spike.
Bumblebee's valve clamped around the feeling, his back arching and he fell into his own release. His spike was dripping onto the desk and making a mess, and transfluid gushed from his valve onto Starscream's lap. They'd have to clean up, but it would be so worth it.
When he finally came down from his high, Starscream pulled out slowly, letting his spike retract and panels close. Bumblebee followed suit, rolling his shoulders and standing up straight.
"That was good," he chimed.
"Yes, though I'm sure I missed more than a few issues with those reports," Starscream grumbled, starting to clean the desk.
"Oh, so you're saying you got your reward without actually doing the work?" Bee asked cheekily.
"No," Starscream hissed, though it lacked any anger and felt more embarrassed than anything, "I more than earned my reward. You have too much fun torturing me."
Bumblebee hummed in agreement, starting to help the larger mech with wiping up their transfluid. "That's true. But you know the rules. I'll have to punish you later, I suppose," he said, hiding his grin behind a data pad.
The seeker squawked in outrage, shaking his helm. "I was good! You said so!"
A servo reached out and touched the seekers cheek gently, rubbing a small circle against the faceplate. "You're right. You are my good mech. No punishment, you deserve a break. Let's hurry up and get home."
Starscream leaned into the touch and nodded, optics sliding closed.
"Yes, lets."