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“Star~” a voice above called out. Starscream only turned away; sinking further into the warm, metallic berth below. “Staar~” the voice called again.
“Mmm,” Starscream groaned out. She knew it wasn’t time to get up; her hud would’ve alerted her by now. When the voice called out once more, she kicked her thruster out. It collided with its target, rewarding her with a nasally “ow.” Even so, that wasn’t enough to stop her assailant. This time they grabbed her shoulders, shaking her lightly.
“Screamer, wake up!” Skywarp’s voice tugged off the last piece of recharge. Still, she kept her optics close, hoping, maybe, that Skywarp would leave.
She didn’t. Instead, she lightly ground her hips atop Starscream’s legs. Starscream could feel the heat beneath the others panels. Each rub of Skywarp’s hips sent a shock of electricity through Starscream’s seams. It tingled her wires, sending signals which warmed her frame. If it hadn’t been a long cycle, she might have encouraged a little copulation. As it stood, she was tired, and worse, she had an even longer cycle ahead of her.
“Warp-,” Starscream gritted her denta. “Not now.” She tried to move her legs out from under her trinemate’s heavy weight. This had the servos on her shoulder holding her down tighter.
“You promised!” She whined, now much closer to Starscream’s audial. She breathed out warm air over Starscream’s helm vents, making her shiver.
Ah yes, she did, didn’t she? Warp had been bugging her all day. It finally came to a helm when Starscream was busy in her office. She was fixing the upcoming raid strategies. Sometimes she wonders how the Decepticons would survive without her. Anyway, Warp had come barging in; pestering her once more.
“Starscream, c’mon! We haven’t fragged in like- A Decacycle!” She had thrown her arm struts out to show just how long it’s been. So dramatic.
“Oh my, someone call the medic.” Starscream barely looked up from her reports. “A whole decacycle without fragging? Truly torturous.” Sarcasm oozed from her EMF.
“It Is!” Then, more pouty. “Can’t you take a cycle off? For me?”
“Yes, because you take precedent over everything else.” Starscream rolled her optics. “If you haven’t noticed, Warp, we’re in war. I don’t have time for your frivolous charge.” Starscream all but shooed her trinemate away, who once again, ignored her. She’s really going to need to discipline her trinemate. She can’t have others thinking they can step all over her.
A shadow fell over her frame. Glancing up, Skywarp had leaned over her desk, caging Starscream in with her armstruts. Skywarp’s optics were hooded with desire; a fire burning behind them. She peered down at Starscream with a sultry smirk, a bit of her pointy fangs peeking under her derma. Her wings were spread wide, the ailerons flicking back and forth. Starscream could smell the charge building in her trinemates frame; she could feel her EMF wrap itself around her own; every now and then a spark of electricity would jump from Skywarps digits, shocking her own. The clear need from her trinemate made her own protocols spike; wanting to sooth the other’s charge, to claim what was hers. She cycled air through her vents; a tangy metallic scent clinging to her olfactory senses like a vice. It was addictive.
A clawed digit hooked itself under her mandible, tilting her helm up. Her derma puckered out all pouty, making the glossy black gleam deliciously.
“Won’t you play with mommy?”
Starscream slapped Warp’s servo away. She turned her burning cheeks away from her trinemate, trying in vain to cover the heated embarrassment. Too bad her wings gave up her true feelings as they fluttered invitingly. A maniacal laugh came from her trinemate.
“Don’t lie to yourself sweetspark, you miss me just as much.” Starscream didn’t need to turn her helm away to know the other wore a taunting smirk. “We could invite TC. I know you love the taste of his valve.” When Starscream didn’t respond and continued fuming, Warp said, “or maybe you don’t want to go easily. Maybe you want me to take you right here on this desk. Probably pray to Primus that someone doesn’t walk in?” A servo grabbed Starscream’s jaw, forcing her to look at Skywarp. She gave her a scrutinizing gaze, then a wide smirk stretched across her derma. “No, that’s not you, you love the attention. You’d want me to show off your valve. Let em watch me eat you out. Hear how desperate you are. Moaning my name for more.” By now Skywarp had leaned herself fully over the desk. Her wings were canted back, but still open. Enough to show off the paneling of her wings that fluffed out; revealing the wires underneath that begged to be pulled and bitten.
“Warp-“ Starscream moaned lightly. “I have work to complete.”
“I’m patient doll.” Starscream wanted to swipe her claws across Skywarp’s face; just to wipe that infuriating, knowing smile off.
“Fine.” Maybe it was the way Skywarp’s thumb rubbed circles on under her derma, or maybe it was a lack of judgement. Those digits increased their pressure eagerly. “Later tonight.”
“Deal.” Skywarp said with a purr. She pulled Starscream’s face close, capturing her derma in a heated kiss.
Starscream had to all but push her trinemate off. Not to mention, Skywarp kept lingering in her office. It wasn’t until she threatened her with maintenance duty did she finally leave. Now, it’s not that Starscream wasn’t going to keep her promise, or even that she didn’t want too. In fact, she saw it as a great opportunity to decompress. What Starscream was not accounting for was how busy the rest of her cycle would be. After she finished finalizing the battle strategy, a stack of reports was unloaded onto her. Really, what did she look like? A secretary?!
A low moan left her intake when the other thrusted against her array panels. Kisses were trailing all the way up her intake
“Don’t,” another kiss was pressed to her,” ignore me.” This kiss was followed by a nip to her cables. “Just one overload.” Skywarp’s servos traced over her sides, “I’ll make you feel so good bitty.” Her servos found themselves slotting on Starscream’s thighs where they rubbed the metal soothingly.
Starscream tilted her helm up, allowing Skywarp to leave more gentle kisses. Those servos on her thighs made their way to the inside of her thigh. Soft sighs left Starscream’s derma, and even though her plating heated up with interest, her processor still tried to shut down her systems. She tried to keep herself online for as long as possible, but the gentle rhythm Skywarp set was only pushing her further into recharge’s sweet embrace.
“Warp-“ her voice a gasp like whisper. The kissing on her neck only turned more frivolous. “Warp-!”
“Yeah sweetspark, I make you feel real good don’t I?” Warp’s servos were pulling Star’s thighs apart, letting her own hips slot neatly into place. “You’re so perfect; so pretty.” Her derma were making smacking noises with every kiss she left. Another moan left Starscream’s intake, only spurring Skywarp on. “Such a sweet voice.” It took everything Starscream had to push her mates face off of her, who resorted to kissing Star’s servos instead.
“Warp, I’m tired. I can barely keep myself online.” Warp started making as many excuses as she could. Bargaining with time. Starscream did feel a tiny bit sad. More so because she knew she’d never hear the end of this. Plus she’d only have to find time later on to frag her mate, which might be another decacycle for all she knew. But, wait…there might be something they could try. It’s not like they haven’t thought about it before. “I’m not saying you can’t frag me.” That had Warp shutting up. “I’m tired, but you aren’t”
“Star? You’re not saying what I think you are.” Star gave Warp a tiny nod. Not only did the other’s seams puff out, but steam escaped her vents. Her optics grew large and wide, turning brighter than this planets star. “Like for real, real? Are you sure?”
“If I’m offering then obviously I’m okay with it.” Starscream had already started snuggling deeper into the berth. ”Just clean me up after.”
“Holy slag” a wet kiss landed on Starscream’s derma. “You’re the best! I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
“Mhm.” Starscream’s wing flicked out.
“You just sit back and let the master work her magic.” a light snore caught her attention. “Star? Hello? Staaar~” she poked Starscream’s cheek, prompting another breathy snore. Skywarp gave a tiny chuckle.
There was so much she could do, all the possibilities. No, she can’t go crazy with it. It’s the first time doing this. If she does too much Star may never allow this again. She started slow, massaging circles into Starscream’s sides. It didn’t matter that Starscream wasn’t conscious to see the foreplay happening; it was the principle. Star’s helm flopped to the side with a sigh. Skywarp took that as an initiative to trail her servos lower. They moved over her stomach, squeezing gently at the pliant metal there. This time a wing flicked, giving Skywarp the go ahead to trace even lower. Her servos paused just above the pelvic plating. She wanted to reach for it, to do as she pleased; but, she wanted this to be special too. So, she moved her servos over Starscream’s hips instead. She did the same as before, rubbing circles into the red plating until Starscream’s mouth hung open with a whine.
“Shh, it’s okay. Your mate’s got you.” Skywarp left pecks to Starscream’s intake. Her servos already made their way to her thighs. She squeezed just enough to cause tiny dents to form, but not enough to hurt later on. Her derma never gave up their territory on Starscream’s intake. She pressed wet kisses to every bit of her. Every exposed cable was bitten and pulled taunt, just enough to produce a breathy whine. By the morning, Starscream’s intake would be dented and marred. Just as Skywarp squeezed close to Starscream’s array and gave a particularly hard bite to her intake, the panel snapped open. A breathy chuckle left Skywarp’s derma.
“And you call me the pervert.” She gave one last peck to the other’s cables, then leaned up. The other’s frame had already began heating up, her end of the bond filled with pleasure. The feedback from it was amazing. It made Warp feel heavenly drunk and it no doubt had an effect on Thundercracker as well. She should comm him, see if he wants to join too. She knows Star wouldn’t mind. Her frame definitely wouldn’t. But she was feeling pretty selfish. She thinks she’ll keep this between her and Star for as long as possible. Probably wouldn’t be long if the bond had anything to do about it. Oh well, maybe it’ll tease Thundercracker. Make his plating heat up wherever he was right now. He’s probably trying to keep his fans from clicking on. Speaking of which, Skywarp’s had turned to their lowest setting, but Starscream’s were increasing in power. Especially as Skywarp’s servos pet along her pretty labia’s; pulling them apart to feel the slippery lubricant of her petals. A bead of translucent pink transfluid dripped down those soft petals. Skywarp licked her derma hungrily.
She moved her frame down the berth, pulling those thighs over her shoulder, as she sat comfortably close to the other’s intimates. She scooted just a tad closer so her olfactory bumped into those wet petals. She could breathe in the electric scent of the other. She declined another ping to let her array open. She wanted this to last as long as possible. Another pebble sized drop of transfluid dripped from those white labia’s and Skywarp demurely lapped it up. It was acidly sweet. Addictive even. She gave another lick to the other’s valve, tasting more of that acidic flavor. The frame beneath her twitched. Skywarp watched the other intently, giving a couple more licks to the folds. Each time resulted in another twitch. It made Skywarp smirk. Even in recharge, she’s still the same. Another long lick was given to that valve, collecting a glob of transfluid on her glossa. She swallowed it greedily, diving back in for me. Her face was practically stuffed full of that warm valve. Her olfactory kept bumping into the glowing red node. Electricity shocked her olfactory. She wanted more. The labia folds were becoming slippery from both oral and valve lubricant. She had to part them with her digits so she could bury her glossa deep inside that hole. Like this, she could get a better whiff of that alluring smell; it only made her more addicted. Her chin scraped the red plating beneath Starscream’s valve so her glossa could reach those ribbed calipers. Loud, slurping sounds accompanied the blaring fans in the room.
Those soft sighs from before turned to heady moans. The frame beneath her own was alight with fire. Her wings were shaking, giving small flicks every now and then. Skywarp’s own wings responded in tandem. She decided to give some mercy, moving her derma to that puckered node. She sucked lightly at first, but hunger and greed overtook her systems. A particular harsh suck made the resting bot squeal; her hip plating thrust into the intake. Her glossa joined the battle, flicking it back and forth, then flattening it under her glossa. Starscream’s leg struts were kicking out now, leaving scratches in Skywarps shoulder plating. Starscream’s servos were clenching and unclenching around the berth sheet. Her face plate would scrunch up in pleasure while her intake hung wide open.
She was close. Skywarp could tell. And not just from the build up of lubricant. She increased her efforts. Skywarp kept her derma wrapped around that node; but she let her glossa reach down to lick a strip up Starscream’s hole and back up. She did that a couple more times before giving a bite to the other’s node. It wasn’t enough. The charge was only building higher and higher. Those moans turned back to needy whines. The legs on her shoulders were giving tiny tremors. Not to mention her face was scrunching up in displeasure. It must feel uncomfortable, having all that charge constantly build up.
She used this moment to give herself a breather as she repositioned herself; forcing the other into a mating press. One servo cupped a turbine while the other massaged her hole.
“C’mon Star.”
“Warp-,” she sighed out dreamily.
“Yeah baby,” if Starscream was awake, she’d scoff in disgust at the fleshie phrase. “I’m right here. Just let it out.” A shaky whine and a whole frame shudder was her answer.
She played with the fan blades in Starscream’s turbines as she leaned back down to finish this. Her derma kissed the other’s node first. Then gave small flick-like licks. She liked hearing the gasps coming from Starscream’s intake. The other did not as her hips twitched upwards with a frustrated whine.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Skywarp chuckled quietly. Her derma reattached themselves back onto her node. This time as she sucked, her glossa circled the node. Her right servo continued its ministrations on the other’s turbines, occasionally pinching the inlet cone. Her left servo added a second digit inside the flexible hole. She rubbed parts her glossa couldn’t reach, hitting every inner node and scratching along those rigged walls. Those calipers tried desperately to suck her digits in, clenching around them. Electricity bounced between both of their frames; shocking cables. Her hips were moving more fervently now, grinding up into the pleasure Skywarp was giving her. With nowhere else to go, the charge finally released.
Skywarp felt a flood of transfluid squirt into her intake. She drank up every drop the other provided her. Her left servo was sticky as it pushed some transfluid out of the others hole, causing more of that pink lubricant to coat the berth below. That acidic flavor was stronger now as it shot down her intake in hefty streams. Little “ash, ah, ah’s” leaving her intake as Skywarp’s digits pistoned out of her valve; hitting the top with such force the last dregs of Starscream’s overload were punched out of her. Skywarp casted a glance up at Starscream. Her face was peaceful, the edge of a smile tugging at her derma. Just as Skywarp was about to lift off, something warm and bitter hit her glossa. Starscream’s peaceful expression slowly morphed into one of complete bliss as a hefty stream of oil rushed out of her tanks: right into Skywarp’s intake.
Shocked, Skywarp coughed on the stream, causing it to spurt out onto the berth and her faceplate. Without a second thought, and to save the berth, Skywarp latched back on. This was probably so wrong, maybe even a little gross. But, even so, her array pulsed with need. The oil practically sprayed down her intake and she felt like a starving mech with how she gulped it down. Something deep in Skywarp awakened; her tanks fluttering and her frame warming considerably.
Her left hand continued rubbing those once clenched walls; causing it to squelch from all the fluid. All of this only encouraged more wastefluid out of Star, whom was moaning wholeheartedly. The legs she had pushed into a mating press were falling down on either side of Skywarp, completely lax. It was like a never ending waterfall, she was actually impressed with how much there was. Some of it dribbled out the sides of her derma. With more passion, Skywarp sucked at her valve and she felt herself moaning.
She might’ve gotten lost in the pleasure because she didn’t even notice Starscream’s optics blearily turning on.
“Sky-?” A moan cut the end of her words. Her helm tilted to the side as she enjoyed the pleasure. It only took a slips second for Star’s processor to register where that pleasure was mainly originating from. “SKY?!” Starscream lifted the top half of her up as much as she could. She tried to push Skywarp’s helm away, but the other stayed stubbornly put. “Sky what the Pits- what did you- why am I-!” She could barely form a sentence over her stricken horror. Skywarp sent her a comm since her intake was busy.
[calm down Star.] This, did not, in fact, calm her down. [You just started going. Must’ve been one Pit of an orgasm.] She tried her best to shoot her a smirk, but more oil dribbled out. That’s when the flow abruptly cut off.
“Get off me, I need to clean up.” She tried pushing Skywarp off again, but the other gave a suck to her valve. Little dribbles came out and Star’s optics rolled into the back of her helm. “Sky-! No, this is, Oh Primus-“ Skywarp barely listened to the other’s worrying rambles. She didn’t really want to get up. Maybe it was gross, and definitely wrong, but she kind of enjoyed that. Okay, not kind of, her panels are literally leaking transfluid everywhere. Starscream may be embarrassed but what’s new? This was all about pleasing her and she has been doing a good job at that. So why not give herself a treat?
She placed a servo on Starscream’s midsection, forcing her back to the berth. Starscream may be faster, but Skywarp was stronger. She gave another suck, this one much harder.
“Warp! I’m serious. Get off.” When she didn’t. “Warp, please.” Begging now? She must be desperate. Skywarp can fix that.
She let her intake go for only a klick to say, “use me.” She placed her intake back on and when Starscream still refused, she used the servo on her midsection to push down, hard.
A loud keen left the other as a couple drips came out. She was fighting valiantly. Warp pushed again, but still, only a little dribble. Fine, wanna play the hard game? Skywarp can play the hard game. With both servo’s, she positioned them over the other’s sides.
“Don’t. You. Dare.” She shot her a smirk. Then her digits tickled over her waist. A high laugh burst out of Starscream’s intake, her helm flying back against the pillows. “Waarp~ Noo~ I-I caAHahn’T!” Those dribbles only kept coming, but it wasn’t what Skywarp wanted. Her servo’s picked up speed, moving to a specific area she knew was really sensitive. The others laughter got higher in pitch the closer her fingers trekked. No matter how hard Star tried to pry the others digits off, she was useless.
Skywarp’s digit searched between the paneling on her sides, until she found the cable. While the other servo tickled, the digit pulled the cable. A laugh turned into a moan then into static. That stream came back like a fountain. Her frame was shaking, but ultimately succumbed to the feeling of relief. And Skywarp let her, drinking the rest of those fluids. Eventually, the rough stream petered out to a slow trickle, before becoming small droplets that Skywarp lapped up eagerly. Starscream twitched from overstimulation, her moans turning back into breathy whines. She pushed at Skywarp’s helm. The other relented, leaning back up. Starscream was full on panting, and Skywarp was wiping all the fluid off with the back of her servo.
“I-I Hate You.” Starscream said between pants.
“If I clean the berth, can we do this again?” She was given a glare, but the flutter of Star’s wings told her it was yes. Next time though, she’s bringing TC.