// Like This Post If You're Interested In Doing A Short And Likely Droppable Nsfw Thread With Dreadwing

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."

"Dreadwing? Hello? I brought the Rumikub set! Oh, and some tea that Ratchet recommended. We still on for today?"

At first, there is no answer. The Sky Claw II looms ominously, all dark plating, sharp curves and knifelike spires. Primus only knew where Dreadwing had gotten his beloved starship -- he's usually rather moot on the subject.

But then, among the distant din of the nearby busy spaceport, one particular engine sound gets louder and closer.

Dreadwing banks overhead, spiraling down to bleed off speed before transforming and landing to the aft of his ship.

"Sky Claw, cargo bay ramp, please."

"Of course."

"Thank you." And finally, the Seeker actually notices the scout. Wait. What day is it? Ah, slag.

"I dislike admitting forgetting appointments, but here we are." Silver claws gesture to the now lowered ramp up into the lower parts of the vessel. "I hope I did not keep you waiting long."

He's straddling him and giving Dreadwing a firm, hungry kiss.

Oof - !

Dreadwing looks up, then sits up on an elbow to return the kiss hotly. Someone seemed to read his mind.

Using sharp teeth, he nips at Ghost's mouth. "I take it you would like something...?"

Blurt out the first sexual fantasy or desire your muse has towards mine, no matter what it is. No consequences! SEIZE THE MOMENT! (Anons welcome!)

BONUS: if you’re off anon & someone my muse ships/already likes, they HAVE to blurt out the first sexual fantasy that comes to their mind over YOUR muse.

[M!A]Was it a virus? A corrupted data packet triggering a glitch? A public software update / upgrade that'd been maliciously coded with petro-rabbit protocols? You've already heard about it across the datanet that something is spreading through the community; something that is causing your colleagues, your brethren, and even your enemies to become… vigorously amorous. You think that you got your firewalls up in time, but… what is this warmth building in your seams? [Heat Cycle M!A] [You must seek out a minimum three (3) partners to alleviate your symptoms to a manageable level.] M!A: Muse has started a week-long heat cycle! If already afflicted with a heat cycle, muse will ALSO orgasm every time someone says their name during the heat cycle.

A warning pops up on his HUD, telling of a viral strain he's not been given coding for.

Oh well. That isn't unusual. Every time he enters a new universe, he inevitably ends up in the hospital because he catches every single horrid flu they ever had. It's just ...

This isn't a new universe. Dreadwing has been coming and going for a while.

Meh.

It's probably just a cold.

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

Make it as dirty as possible, really make them blush! 

His shoulder hurts, and yet, he craves a good fuck.

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

"Then get over here, girl."

There is something intoxicating about watching someone one adores (and someone who is simultaneously so drop-dead gorgeous he can't stand it) slide down onto their knees. Kiss-nibbling their trail downward is simply an added bonus.

The Seeker sucks in a vent and lets it out slowly, but he doesn't have the restraint to be coy. His pelvic armor clicks and retracts, spike pressurizing out of it's sheath, stiff and eager.

"All of my pieces belong to you, my sweet. Every last inch..."

" Why I'd be absolutely thrilled if you did love. Now~" She nibbles him, starting to follow the path of her servo with her mouth. Sinking to her knees as she nips, kissed and teases at the seams of his armor.

Nuzzling over his hip with little bites," Open up dearspark. I very much want a piece of you." Optics glimmering with desire.

Dreadwing smiles and steals another kiss, making sure to roll his hips forward in order to put pressure on Ghostspire's panel.

"Good," he thrums and reluctantly straightens up. "To berth, then?"

He arched eagerly into his touch, sighing happily with a chitter. Servos stroking down his arm before stretching out under him with a low purr.

"You don't have to be rough, dearspark, a drilling is just fine." Shifting his legs to spread them nice and wide for him.