Valveplug rq: g1 Beachcomber and perceptor first time sticky interface
Seaside funtimes
Beachcomber looks out over the little, sparkling waves rolling in and crashing gently against his frame, a contented sigh leaving him. The moment breaks as he hears splashing next to him and he turns to wave at Perceptor who’s finally come to join him.
“I’m glad you could make it,” Beachcomber smiles broadly at Perceptor, the afternoon sun glinting off of his denta.
Perceptor looks dubiously at the surrounding water, distracting himself as he walks and slips because of it. Beachcomber catches him with a soft chuckle, pulling him to his pedes before holding him close.
“Careful there, it’s hard for someone with your kind of altmode to resurface…”
Huffing, Perceptor rights himself with his hands on Beachcomber’s shoulders, “Why did you ask me to come out here in the first place?”
“I just… “ Beachcomber sways the two of them in time with the gently rolling waves, “wanted to share this with you…”
They two of them sway together as Perceptor’s normally stern face softens and he sighs before laying his helm on Beachcomber’s shoulder.
“You’re far too sweet for this war…”
Beachcomber pulls him closer, “I could say the same about you, sweetspark.”
Perceptor’s hold on him tightens at that and he pulls away to look Beachcomber in the optic through that dorky visor of his, “You think far too highly of me.”
“Nah,” Beachcomber reaches up and cups Perceptor’s face, “I know a good bot when I see one…”
There’s a long moment between them but, as always, Perceptor caves to the sheer kindness of Beachcomber, moving in to kiss that darling grin off his face. A soft sound of surprise burbles in Beachcomber’s intake before he melts into Perceptor, his hands roving over Perceptor’s back exploratorily, feeling the odd bits of kibble at the apex of his frame. Perceptor’s touch is hungry as he pushes his glossa into Beachcomber’s mouth, pulling the mech closer to him, earning himself a fond chuckle from Beachcomber that rumbles pleasantly in his chest. He grabs Beachcomber’s hips who gasps and that little sound sends heat through Perceptor’s systems, driving him further, delving into Beachcomber’s seams.
Beachcomber shuffles as much as he can in the deep waters, his leg lifting shyly to rub his thigh against Perceptor’s only to retreat, thinking better of the action and refocusing on just the kiss. A hand snatches his leg and Beachcomber yelps softly, breaking the kiss as Perceptor hikes Beachcomber’s leg up onto his hip, causing their panels to bump together.
“P-Perceptor…” Beachcomber meets Perceptor’s optics, hugging him as his spark feels like it’s spinning a hundred kilometers a second.
“Is this okay?” Perceptor asks softly, pulling himself flush with Beachcomber who grins sweetly, making Perceptor feel like he’s falling all over again.
“Yeah… if you’re sure…” Beachcomber ducks his helm a bit bashfully, “Didn’t take you for such a wild bot, Percy.”
“Just for you, sweetspark,” Perceptor murmurs and Beachcomber can only chuckle, too flustered to put his excitement into words.
They kiss again, slow and sweet as they grind against each other, the salt water making their charge go wild so that even the faintest touch creates a tangible shock between them. Just the anticipation has Beachcomber moaning into Perceptor’s mouth and for the first time in his life his panels pop open without him thinking about, making him shiver as the cold water brushes against his valve. Preceptor grunts at the feeling of the soft mesh against his panel and he pressurizes his spike to meet it and grind against Beachcomber’s node, the water becoming electrified them so that it’s hard to tell when it’s a caress of a hand or just a shift in the water that builds the charge between them.
Hiking up Beachcomber’s other leg, Perceptor breaks the kiss so that he can focus on positioning his spike to Beachcomber’s entrance, concentrating hard on that enough that the look on Beachcomber’s face when he finally looks up makes him freeze. The sunlight bounces off the water to highlight Beachcomber’s features as his optics flare with excitement and his mouth tilts into this little, anxious smile that has Perceptor craving to kiss him.
“Something wrong?” Beachcomber bumps his helm against Perceptor’s.
“You’re gorgeous,” Perceptor whispers like a confession.
Beachcomber flubs for a second only to decide to hide against Perceptor, “Heh, how’d I land a mech like you?”
“Easy, you smiled,” Perceptor whispers and slowly pushes his spike into Beachcomber’s valve that’s so warm compared to the cold water of the ocean that it almost feels like it burns.
Beachcomber shudders in his arms and moans softly as Perceptor’s spike parts his folds, the head pressing at his sensitive mesh and making his nodes flutter to life until Perceptor’s spike settles all the way inside. The head of Perceptor’s spike nestles against his interior node, sending a wave of charge through Beachcomber who clings to him desperately. Their mouths meet in a messy kiss as they begin to roll their hips together, Perceptor grinding his spike into Beachcomber’s valve with their movements churning the water around them. They rock together without any sense of hurry, taking all the time in the world as the heat and charge builds in their joined interface, the waves rocking with them. Perceptor pulls from the kiss to press his lips to Beachcomber’s neck, pressing light, fluttering kisses against him, reveling in the feeling of Beachcomber’s frame as he pumps his hips faster, properly thrusting into Beachcomber now.
“Your valve is so soft,” Perceptor murmurs and groans as he feels Beachcomber’s valve squeeze down around him.
“Ah, Percy…” Beachcomber groans out softly, tightening his legs around Perceptor’s hips to press closer into the feeling of his hot spike.
The charge builds and builds pushes faster and harder into Beachcomber, excited by the little sounds Beachcomber makes as he kisses everywhere he can reach.
“So lovely…” Perceptor whispers to Beachcomber only to grunt as Beachcomber tenses around him, digits scrambling against Perceptor’s wet plating as he overloads.
A warm rush of charge flows directly into Perceptor’s spike as the walls of Beachcomber’s valve constrict around it, connecting all the nodes possible, drawing him quickly and sharply into his own overload. He holds Beachcomber close as he releases, his transfluid filling the tight space.
They come down together, neither one eager to separate, so they stay there tangled with each other as the waters cool their frames so they don’t need to activate their fans as they enjoy this moment of calm, of peace. Pulling away slightly, Perceptor is about to say something when something suddenly bumps into him and he jolts before looking to find a dead fish. As he looks around he sees more and more rise to the surface.
Beachcomber laughs a little uncertainly, “Uh, I guess we kind of over did it…”
Percpetor pinches his nasal ridge, frustrated with himself, “Right… the charge… it must have electrified them.”
The two take a moment and Perceptor looks to Beachcomber apologetically. As they look at each other, Beachcomber begins to crack up until he’s outright laughing and Perceptor can’t help but join in.











