@ghostlyvisage Well Don't Mind If He Do- Just Gonna Settle Himself Real Close To The Bigger Seeker, Not

Dreadwing instantly closes the space between them, but doesn't crowd the Ornament. Instead, he sits on the other side of the couch, watching him with a worried expression.

"You are needed," he gently asserts. "You are coveted, also, as a friend, a mate, a parent. But you are not only here to be devoured. You are not here for the benefit of others to the detriment of yourself."

The Seeker takes in a vent. "The easy way is not always ... the right way. What do you want? From this place, from us, from me? What can I do?"

{ @sin-cxde }

"Which do you want to be?"

Curled up in the corner of the sofa, Rung peers out at Dreadwing from under the arm over his face. His oculars sit abandoned on the nearby low table.

“I don’t know if I have a preference. I need others, but I also want to be needed. I am usually something to be… consumed, coveted. I let others put what they want on me like a mirror. It’s easier, that way.”

Mm fuck you hm? Well a bit crude. But I can take a little rough. I'd love to tie you down for a bit. Stretch out that great big frame of yours. Spread out my wings to block out the light. So it is only us- Drag my talons over your chest. Tease and test every little seam I could find. Press kisses over your face. Down your throat. Leaving bites against the cables there. Then down your chest to follow my servos. Perhaps I could leave some pretty lines in your paint? That way others will know you are marked. I want to watch you strain for my touch. I want to hear your voice rumble with want. And I want to slowly, carefully, take my time fitting that lovely spike of yours into myself. You did say you'd let me perch on you as a throne hm`? Then a nice slow ride. Watching the expressions you'd make.

Tell my muse in vivid detail how you would fuck them.

Dreadwing.exe has stopped working. Would you like to:

[wait for the program to respond]

[force stop now without saving]

He wants that. Very very much. Even if he's not sure about the being tied up part.

why do Dreadwing's cheekguards look like good resting spots for legs -shot-

Because they are.

Smash or Pass Ghostspire

"...Smash."

The pause is brief as bright scarlet stares into intense Caribbean blue. The lowering of the helm isn't exactly submission -- Wheeljack doesn't submit -- and instead it serves as a warning, like a bull brandishing its horns.

But, he did as Dreadwing asked.

The Seeker turns away, removing himself from the white grounder's personal space without further incident. He even avoids smacking the other with his wing tip as he goes, instead tucking it down just the tiniest of breaths in order to do so (shush, Wrecker, you saw nothing -- Dreadwing is infamous for his mute, stone-still wings).

Sighing, he returns to the lawn chair sitting at the bottom of the Sky Claw's cargo ramp.

'.. Pardon?'

The question echoed throughout his helm as he stared with widened azure optics, naked bewilderment painted over his features.

His flared optic ridges gradually furrowed and his gaze searched the mech's golden fascia and crimson optics, trying to ascertain where this sudden urgency was coming from.

He lowered his helm a little, glowering at the Seeker from under his crest.

".. Pretty sure 'say my name' is my line," he said, his voice lowering into a rumbling timbre of further warning—

"—Dreadwing."

Dreadwing is more than welcoming when Rung makes moves to climb into his lap. He opens his arms and gets comfortable, prepared to stay for an extended period of time if the antique needs him to, only setting his big, heavy hands on Rung's back when the other settles down.

He seems upset. The Seeker doesn't like that, but holds his tongue and listens as Rung speaks his piece. The words do nothing to soothe the worried furrow of Dreadwing's brows.

"When, what?" He draws the finely knitted blanket that rests on the back of the couch down around the little orange mech's petite frame.

"Rung, that is absolute nonsense. Do you have any idea how much solace, comfort, peace, and safety you bring to so many of us? All of us vagabonds who come here can find something that we have not encountered in eons -- home. You have made something so precious to so many, in that. A home? Out here? For anyone and everyone?

"Nevermind its master. This place is safe and you make it so. How could you ever say you are not doing a good job?"

Dreadwing whuffles softly through his vents.

"But you give too much, sometimes. No one, no one, deserves anything if it comes at your own cost. If no one else can do what you do, but you do not want to do what you do, then that is your answer. Nothing you could give, absolutely nothing, will ever mitigate your right to your own autonomy and no one has any right to make you feel guilty for that. Not even yourself."

He smiles softly and runs the softer pad of his clawed thumb along Rung's cheek, under his optic.

"Everything is going to be okay, my dear friend. I will do everything in my power to make it so."

Oh, the bitter irony in his insistence. If Rung wasn’t here to be devoured, that specter of the thing that called itself Unicron would not linger so often, telling him so—

He sniffles and unfolds from his squished up position against the arm of the sofa to instead gingerly start nudging his way into Dreadwing’s lap. The flightframe is warm, and his spark is steady, and Rung really does trust him with his life, with Elegy’s life. Dreadwing is dear company.

“I honestly don’t know,” Rung admits after a moment, half-hidden against the bulk of Dreadwing’s chassis. “I came back to the Temple because I had nowhere else I knew how to be. I treasure everyone who comes to visit, who stays, who just passes through. I mean it. I just have this feeling like I’m not… like I’m missing something and I’m not doing a good job and I don’t know why. Reverting back to how things were with the Council would be wrong— as you say, the easy way is not always the right way— but at the same time, I don’t think anyone else can- can do what I do. What is my responsibility in this regard? What are the boundaries of ethics and duty of care when— when—”

Kink ask: scratching and biting that leave marks

Only if they can be easily buffed out and painted over later. He isn't into hard clawing or biting most of the time.

He can do that. Dreadwing will never be the roughest or hardest of tops, but he can do firm. He can give this mech what he wants. At least, mostly.

Purring softly, he strokes the plush lips of Ghost's valve, only to take his hand away and pick him up. But he remembers the warning about his back, and sets the hunter down on the berth gently.

And slowly, he kisses his way down Ghostspire's body. Both hands palm along the insides of his thighs, and finally, he teases the mech's node with his glossa.

"Better?"

He grinned, letting his panel slide back and rocking into Dreadwings servo. His valve was soft, not quiet wet enough for a spike yet though.

"I want to be pinned down, bitten, mechhandled and fragged until I can't think." He growled, claws raking down Dreadwings arms again. He could do soft, yes, but it wasn't always what he wanted. When he fragged he wanted to forget everything but the heat and the feel of the other against him.

Leaning close and nipping the edge of an audial with a purr.

"If you think you can handle that, Dreadwing~"

Hmm, clearly.

PANTS.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Redone

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