He Locks His Ship Down And Hides In It.

aerial interfacing

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

This is simply a logistics issue. Most from his world can't fly (or fly WELL) in root mode, so interfacing mid-air isn't even something he thinks about. Dreadwing himself is in that category, so it's a no for him.

I need him

For a moment, he looks at those biolights, marveling at their momentary beauty, before they are gone in a blink.

But still, there is a mech left behind, someone so lovely, in his lap. Or, almost, anyway. Dreadwing shakes his helm a bit, and gently bunts against Ghostspire affectionately.

"I want a kiss," he murmurs gently, big jet engine purring, "If that please you?"

He settles quiet happily into Dreadwing's grip, actually shifting to settle on the mechs lap. Cool frame and plating filled with little holes and pockmarks, stary biolights flashing for the briefest moment.

"I do consent Dreadwing. I'm perfectly fine with vanilla, just happy to be spiked or do the spiking. Though at the moment Id prefer to be spiked." Sharp claws slowly trail down the thicker seekers arms as he purred.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

👀 + Sliding my claws down your frame, over that lovely cockpit. Then sinking slowly to my knees to see if I can convince you to open up with just my mouth darling...

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

"Convince me?"

Sharp clawtips hook under her chin and gently lift it so she's looking at him.

"As if I need convincing..."

He sputters.

"HANG them on your WALL?"

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Meme/Open

He tapped his chin, helm tilting to the side before humming.

"Your wings, honestly." He stretched a little, splaying out some more and giving them a quiet obvious look over. "Though its hard to tell if it's because I want to keep them for myself. Hang them up on a wall or something, or touch them and play with them while there attached to see what noises I can pull from you..." A mischievous grin as claws tapped against his plating.

"I bet you whimper." Before chuckling and settling in more.

"You also have some really nice thighs and hips, wouldn't mind scratching those up."

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.”

"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."

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

A soft whuff leaves his rib vents as Ghost gets to work. He did spot that flash of fang, and bares his own despite his distraction. "Careful of the teeth," warns Dreadwing, though his tone suggests playfulness rather than a serious worry that the mech might bite him.

It doesn't take much. Ghostspire will be able to feel the spike in his mouth firm up completely within moments. The Seeker can't help but squirm.

"Yeah, I can help with that." The mech grins, sharp fangs on display before he take his spike in one servo. Claws gently curl around it, transforming back and thumbing over his tip before forked glossa slowly licked. Two tips curling up and around before carefully starting to take him into his intake.

Claws on his other servo transformed back, slowly starting to rub his node and purring softly.

He wants a frag.