PANTS.

And, dutifully, the big Seeker began to walk beside the femme, his footsteps heavy and measured.

They wind in and out of the crowd. Most of the others are drunk out of their minds, or altered by some other choice substances. It is customary for celebrations such as these.

Fireworks explode overhead, and Dreadwing flinches despite himself. He hasn't built a bomb since his last build exploded practically in his face, and though he won't admit it, he is nervous.

"I think we can dine and wine elsewhere," the Seeker rumbles. "Where are you staying? I can order us something for delivery."

She hummed, her smile widening a little as she felt his servo wrap around hers. It almost made her giggle just how much of a difference there was between their sizes - though, at the same time, other thoughts swirled through her processor that had her faceplates warming up.

Her doorwings fluttered in delight as he agreed, and she gave his servo a squeeze, "The pleasure is all mine, Dreadwing." She gave him a light tug as she started to walk, "I have to say, I'm thanking Primus for sending you - not sure how much longer I could stand being here on my own."

She laughed softly and looked up to him, giving a wink, "Now, would you like to wine and dine at the festival, or should we head out to enjoy more... private entertainment?"

His calipers are always tight, thanks to disuse.

“I really would like to suck your spike— oh, hell, why did I say that out loud. Oh my goodness. Dreadwing, I’m sorry!”

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!)

...!

Dreadwing takes a second to register what Rung just said, only to promptly choke on his tea. It's really a good thing he doesn't have a nose, or it would have come right out of it, as comedic as that may have been.

"Ah-- uhm," he manages between coughing fits. Finally, he clears the liquid from his ventways. "I... I... well that is -- ah. That is ... well, it's something we can absolutely do, provided all parties involved in important relationships --" Megatron. "--.... consent. But only if I can also reciprocate. I ... find it distasteful to only take from my partners and not give in return."

// apparently i forgot to turn on anonymous asks so THAT SHOULD BE FIXED

@air-razor

She trills, lifting her helm obligingly under the barely there pressure of claws. Watching him with a hooded look. Wings ruffling as she peeps sweetly before daring to press a bit closer. Talons gently swirling over the glass of his cockpit.

One of his hands slips down to the small of her back, pulling the falcon flush against his frame. Dreadwing dips his helm and gives Air Razor a kiss.

"You were talking about something I find very interesting..."

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~"

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@air-razor

She trills, lifting her helm obligingly under the barely there pressure of claws. Watching him with a hooded look. Wings ruffling as she peeps sweetly before daring to press a bit closer. Talons gently swirling over the glass of his cockpit.

It is horny bird hours, it seems.

Dreadwing thrums and drags his clawtips along the curve of her delicate throat, enjoying the touch to his cockpit.

"Well?

The big Seeker purrrrrrrrs against her mouth, jet engines whirring as he returns Air Razor's kiss. His field, kept close to him frame, tangles with hers and enthusiastically shares in her hunger.

Those claws of hers slide lower...

Dreadwing seems to think about it. "Mmm... I will allow it... but only if you let me return the favor after, my sweet."

" Oh really? I wouldn't know why-" One of her arms slides around his neck. Anchoring herself to him as she kisses him with eagerness. Nibbling on the lower part of his lip plate. Wings flaring slightly with want as her free claws skate a little lower," Though I would ever so love to show you some appreciation my handsome dear." Nuzzling him as she tries to look as cute as possibly. She's certain she's ruining it with how eager her field is brushing to his own.

There's a heavy pounding from outside the ship; someone is knocking, hard, near the locked entrance. Minutes later, after no response from you, your ship's commline system crackles to life, and a smooth, drawling voice flows through the cabin.

« Open up, chief. »

So much for trying to sleep.

"Sky Claw, I have no idea how he hacked into the comm. systems, but fix it."

"Yes, captain. Trouble-shooting."