Ghostspire certainly makes himself at home, but Dreadwing hardly minds. It is rare for the Seeker to have guests over in the personal sections of the Sky Claw, given what has happened in the past, but he has gotten to know Ghost at least a little. Hopefully the mech won't rob him blind.
"Thank you. I have cushions and blankets from all sorts of universes," Dreadwing replies, sitting down on the edge of the berth. With the other mech spread out like this and so eager he was practically radiating it, it makes it easy for the former Decepticon to run a palm down Ghost's belly to his panel.
"I know what you want, but you did mention something. Something about a taste. Is that still on the table?"
He had to duck a little to fit, but he eagerly slipped into the berth and stretched out, spreading himself nice and wide for him. Sinking into the berth, and the nest with a soft groan.
"Ohh, oh your nest is comfortable..." He purred low in his chassis, settling comfortably.
It had all the perfect points to comfortably cradle sensitive joints and spots. And spread out like this.. if he wasn't so needy he would be falling asleep.
"Is everything allright? You sound... struggling. Need me to come over?"
Sorry. The old Seeker doesn't reply.
"It is. Come on."
Dreadwing turns and leads Ghost through his ship, going up into the living area of the Sky Claw. There, he comes to a... wall. Simple, nondescript ship metal. He types a code into a small pad off to the side and the wall reveals itself to actually be a door -- Dreadwing's sleeping quarters are a small hidden room, recessed into the hallway. That makes it hard to find should he be boarded while asleep.
The room itself is tall enough for him to stand up in, but not much more, with the large, plush berth ahead maybe two good sized steps. Well, there is a berth, absolutely, but it's underneath a proper Seeker's nest.
"Here we are."
He groaned into the kiss, eagerly tilting his hips up into his touch. Relaxing into him before following him up.
"Berth would be a good place for a frag."
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.
Which do you prefer, Dreadwing - topping or bottoming?
Sigh.
"I... prefer to "top", most of the time. But I am not adverse to the opposite if it is what my partner wants. Sometimes it is nice to lie back and just enjoy."
// I ran over a bottle of shampoo at work with my forklift today
If you don't know why I'd post it here get off this blog lmao
How do you want to frag? Would you prefer to top or bottom? Rough and fast or soft and gentle?
"That depends on my mood. I can do either. In all ways."
There's a long, long pause. Then, Dreadwing turns to regard the Wrecker.
Thirty-three feet and more than fifteen tons of Seeker suddenly, slowly, advance on Wheeljack.
"I mince my words for no one. Least of all the likes of you."
Hmph. He is horny and annoyed by this.