Hmm, Clearly.
Hmm, clearly.
PANTS.
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Dreadwing very much likes knowing when a partner is enjoying his touch, and sound is a relatively reliable source of information. But not on it's own. The body has tells as well, with how it moves, and Ghost isn't being secretive. The gripping of sheets, the feeling of strong heavy legs around his frame... claws at his helm.
The Seeker pulls back to give the hunter's node a kiss, only to bite the top of one of his thighs -- enough to pinch, but not enough to draw blood.
"Lovely view," he murmurs, licking the spot his teeth scraped.
His helm fell back and he moaned, low and long as thighs twitch and legs curled around the seeker. Arching and pressing more onto his glossa, claws twisting into the sheets and shivering. It had been awhile since anyone had bothered (or since he let anyone) to pay close attention to his valve.
His valve quickly became slick under Dreadwings glossa, clenching eagerly around him and shivering. He felt good, finding nodes that didn't get touched often. One servo reached up and grabbed the Seekers helm, lightly clawing the back of it as he shuddered and moaned.
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.
...Why is it so hot in here?
"Sky Claw. What is the temperature in the ship?"
"The current temperature is 12.04 degrees local measurement."
That is not hot.
// as a longtime fan of the cult classic Twister, I need SOMEONE to name their NSFW sideblog "The Suck Zone"
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."
"Use my name!"
The shout is sudden, and laden with emotion.
"My name is not chief, it is not tiger, it is not champ."
They are close, now. Dreadwing leans down.
"Say my name, Wheeljack. Please."
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."
ODDLY SPECIFIC SENSUAL TOUCHES
happy sinday y’all! feel free to change any descriptors, combine prompts, and play with context if desired. spicier prompts towards the bottom. add +↻ for the reverse! ♡
[ grope ] — sender feels up receiver’s ass [ spank ] — sender spanks receiver [ trace ] — sender traces up receiver’s stomach/chest [ kiss ] — sender trails kisses down receiver’s chest and stomach [ hickey ] — sender gives receiver a hickey [ grab ] — sender feels up along receiver’s hips [ squeeze ] — sender feels up along receiver’s thighs [ slim ] — sender feels up along receiver’s sides [ gentle ] — sender sensually presses and traces along receiver’s back [ neck ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s neck [ nibble ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s collarbone [ massage ] — sender gives receiver a sensual back massage [ nibble ] — sender nibbles and licks against receiver’s breasts/nipples [ rub ] — sender teases and pinches at receiver’s breasts/nipples [ lick ] — sender nibbles and licks along receiver’s ear [ mouth ] — sender kisses down the back of receiver’s neck and spine [ feel ] — sender massages against receiver’s ass and the backs of their legs [ grind ] — sender grinds against a part of receiver’s body (specify where) [ strip ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s pants and underwear off [ pull ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s panties/boxers out of the way [ naked ] — sender fully strips receiver naked [ tease ] — sender teases receiver’s ass open [ open ] — sender teases receiver’s legs open [ tremble ] — sender teasingly traces along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ finger ] — sender fingers receiver [ tongue ] — sender licks along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ ass ] — sender licks and bites along receiver’s ass [ slick ] — sender licks along receiver’s anus [ smooch ] — our muses french kiss while naked
And just like that, his desire takes over.
Dreadwing's mouth falls on that valve, burying his face between Ghostspire's thighs. He may not be extraordinarily exciting in terms of kink, but he knows how to use his mouth, and the Seeker employs all of his experience on his current partner. But that is what he does. Dreadwing refuses to let someone out of his bed unsatisfied.
And so he explores every inch of Ghost's valve that he can reach, plain gray glossa laving all over his insides and touching every node he can find.
As long as he got fragged in a way that made him forget, for just a bit, he would be happy.
Ghost lets himself be picked up, and set down onto the berth. A little surprised at his gentleness (he wasn't used to some of his partners listening). He purred and tilted his helm back, enjoying the kisses down his frame.
His valve was pretty, all black with a dark blue undertone, golden stripes racing down the edges and those glittering white biolights flashing and pulsing. And he moaned at the lick, thighs twitching and shuttering.
"Yes."
