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"I certainly wouldn't mind resting my legs on those cheek guards."

"Then get over here, girl."

// smut threads owed:

Steamtrack (went private)

Darkfang

Air Razor

Smut threads to be started:

Ghostspire

Whiskey

Be patient with me, I'll have more time later this week after Christmas to do threads. It's been BUSY lately

They are both broken creatures, it seems. Dreadwing nods, venting softly against Ghost's mouth. Still, there's something at the back of his mind, nagging, bothering, like a splinter in a joint. Big hands spread out along the hunter's back, feeling scars and evidence of prior damage, but there's something particular about it.

The Something comes a bit more to the forefront, even as he runs his sharp teeth along the mech's chestplates and collar. Deft talons run along those seams, but now he's paying attention to the details. Gaps, sensors, placement... it all seems so... familiar.

It feels like wings.

"Ghostspire," he ventures, rumbling voice soft, running his glossa up the curve of the other's throat.

"...Did you have wings?"

The touches to her back get Dreadwing a soft moan as claws find the dips and gaps were his wings used to be. The surface sensors were clean enough to be able to be sensitive to changes still, and the touch was enough to make him shudder and arch. Claws twitch against the others wings, eagerly returning the mechs kiss.

"Of course, and be mindful of my back, hmm? You can touch, just try not to throw me on it." Claws trailed from his wings down to his sides, starting to search for sensitive spots on the mech.

being restrained

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda |Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | HOLY SHIT GIVE IT TO ME NOW Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Dreadwing hasn't really done much of this! With the right partner, he's willing to experiment.

He curls in on himself, gasping.

While he is very concerned over this revelation, it is wildly apparent that it isn't what his ... friend?... lover? ... it isn't what Ghostspire wants to deal with at the moment. Dreadwing can understand and appreciate his stance, and he will gladly make the hunter forget whatever unhappiness he brought up in asking that question.

Ghost is clutched close as the Seeker returns the kiss, hot and needing.

"Tell me what you want," he growls softly, one hand cupping up between the mech's thighs. "And open up for me."

He reveled in the feel of his sharpened denta, some plating flaring out to let out excess heat. A soft rumble of high-powered aerial engines left him, helm tilting back readily to let Dreadwing do as he pleased-

And giving a sigh when the mech asked about his wings.

"Yes, I did," Leaning back slightly to look at him. "A very long time ago. Some of the sensors still work, so you can touch to your sparks content." Leaning in closer and giving Dreadwing a hungry, demanding kiss. He wanted to get fragged, and he was not going to let the lack of something stop him.

"You want to ask more questions it can wait until after I'm fragged so hard all I can do is scream your name." He said it with a low growl, pressing more firmly against the mech.

Orgasm denial. Orgasm anger. Orgasm bargaining. Orgasm depression and orgasm acceptance.

Dreadwing can't help but shudder at those slim, lithe fingers of hers, little clawtips getting into his armor. He wastes little time, leaning down to catch her mouth in a hot, fierce kiss. "I can do that. Now... where would you like my mouth first...?"

She climbs on to the huge nest, crawling closer. Past all comforts, of berth, she finds a good seat upper on his lap, and small digits already find the seams of his armor.

" Hmm. You're very much running, I can tell. I can feel. But I might be in need of some convincing..." she grins, letting hand set over where she can feel the engine. " of course I could help, with a little jump-start, if needed. "

Dreadwing thrums and watches him, going willingly where Ghost wants him. He settles back and squirms to get comfortable, spreading thick thighs around the dark mech's frame. Not much into being coy, he opens both of his panels, giving Ghostspire a choice between valve and spike. Both are similarly colored in blue, yellow, and silver with red biolights.

"I remain a bit less than fully pressurized. Might you help with that?"

He sighed softly, arching happily into the mechs touch. Panel slid back easily, white biolights and white node flashing a moment before dimming. Loud purr low in his chassis, stretching out more and sighing softly.

"If your offering, i'd love a taste." He purred, shifting to run sharp claws over the parts of his frame he could reach. Plating cool to the touch, small holes in the metal making the plating textured.

"Wanna see how talented?"

He wants a frag.