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[Indie. TFP/RiD Drift RP blog] { multiverse, crossovers, oc friendly | tracking tag: samuraibountynhunter played by bicobooty.

[samuraibountyhunter]

       oh hi there.        i’m alive.

[samuraibountyhunter]

{Hey! You still alive? *Poke.*}

// BARELY… but alive.

[samuraibountyhunter]

       ahdsjdkKKSD!        I’M ALIVE I SWEAR!

[samuraibountyhunter]

(hound)

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        [♦];  ---- Drift smirks at the words that leaves Hound’s vocalizer, begging to be taken like so many times before. And he does give what his lover wants; thrusting his hips against the other mech’s so that his spike can slip in in one swift motion. He hits against the jeep’s ceiling node, and there is a squeeze along his cord that makes him grunt in pleasure. He settles there, letting himself and his younger lover grow used to the squeezing and stretching of their connection.                      When Drift feels it appropriate to move; he slowly begins to motion his hips. They grow faster the more lubricant slickens his spike.

[samuraibountyhunter]

How much to buy the minicons? I have a mech on Cybertron who is interesting in acquiring the pair of them.

        [♦];  ---- “They were never for sale to begin with. Now go away before I rid you myself.”

[samuraibountyhunter]

So you weren't aware they were slaves in every sense of the word? That Jetstorm was treated like a pet and kept in a cage most of the time? That he was forced to sing until his vocalizer glitched for the amusement of his master and his guests?

        [♦];  —- “Minicons have very low statuses within Cybertronian society, so being told that they were slaves is not shocking in the slightest. I was told that their master was a very awful mech – I did not ask any further.                     And I am very sure you telling me this is an invasion of privacy.”

[samuraibountyhunter]

How aware are you of what happened to your minicons before you found them?

        [♦]  ---- “I know that they were contained in cells due to thievery, and it finally caught up to them. They ado had an old master that was not very... pleasant. I was never given details.”

[samuraibountyhunter]

(hound)

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        [♦];  ---- He enjoys the noises that his lover makes, and that only makes him more confident with the way he works his mouth over Hound’s heated valve. And he tastes so good, like a tangy energon, and the more that the Jeep produces, the more that Drift hungers for it, and it shows by how aggressive his tongue thrashes within the Jeep’s valve.                      Then he hears the question, at first he is confused, but then he remembers the little ‘school girl’ image the ex-weapon’s engineer was pulling. So he removes himself from Hound’s folds, licking around his mouth before wiping any excess lubricant along his chin. A soft ‘click’ is heard, a familiar sound when Drift open his spike panel -- and he did -- his cord erect and pulsing in need of contact.                      “And why does that matter?” Hound growled at the other mech in a sensual, deep tone. He gets up from his seat and lifts up Hound legs to prop the back of his knee-joints over the samurai’s shoulders. He then nestles between those thighs, lip-plates assaulting the green mech’s neck cables with bites and kisses before leaning in more to plant a hungry kiss against Hound’s lip-plates. Drift grinds his hips along with his spike against the needy valve.                      The bounty hunter separates the kiss, only to press his lips against Hound’s audial. “What do you want from your sensei?”

[samuraibountyhunter]

(hound)

♠ || Hound can’t stop the shiver that runs up his back as he feels Drift’s digit moving along his folds. A pleased mewl escapes, and he blushes even more when Drift orders him to be over his desk. “Of course, Sensei.”       He puts his lollipop in his mouth and turns around, before reaching under his skirt and gently pulling his panties down. He makes sure to take his time, his hips wiggling a bit side to side as he reveals his valve for Drift’s viewing pleasure.        With his panties finally stripped, he lays them on the corner of Drift’s desk, still feeling the gaze of the older mech lingering on his thighs. His spike, now free of the constraints of the panties, brushes against his skirt with every step he took, a sensation that had Hound lifting his skirt again and rubbing his tip shyly, his thighs quivering a bit with the pleasure.         “Like this, Sensei?” he asks, sitting on the desk with his legs spread, his skirt bunched up around his waist. One servo still stroked his spike, his valve beginning to drip openly for the hungry mech sitting before him. He shyly continues to suck on his treat, pulling it out of his mouth and licking the rapidly shrinking pop with a small, innocent hum. 

        [♦];  ---- He watches with hungry optics as the Jeep removes his panties, and there is no disappointment in the little display before him. The way Hound bends over and reveals his soppy valve and those lovely garters that were around those delicious thighs. Drift was a very lucky mech, and he takes advantage of this lucky, and moves his seat with him as he settles himself between the green mech’s thighs.

                     With one servo, his digi spreads the wet folds of the valve, bringing the container of energon in his other servo. He leans his head down to give gentle, worshiping kisses along those plump folds, and then sucking on the labia metal-mesh there. He moves his helm away, only to begin dribbling some of the warm energon along Hound’s valve.                      Once there was enough energon to Drift’s liking, he puts the cube down, and then brings his helm back to feast upon the delicious valve before him. Literally, burying his face between those thighs as his mouth devoured the larger mech’s valve, sucking along those labia folds before shoving his glossa inside. One servo rubs against the side of Hound’s thigh as the other servo toyed with the aching anterior node.

[samuraibountyhunter]

(???)

samuraibountyhunter is following you.

*Sniff* *sniff* *GRRRR* the female Steeljaw growled low in her vocoder. This looked like that samurai mech from the ship but the colors where off…tilting her helm she slowly approached the mech, curious as to who this was or where she might have ended up.

        [♦];  ---- The bounty hunter frowns at the Steeljaw’s ‘curiosity’ towards him, he didn’t even know where the creature even came from. But he keeps his servo upon the handle of his sword, eying the Steeljaw down with a very deadpan expression. “And what might you be?”

[samuraibountyhunter]

(hound)

♠ || He watches his lover settle into his desk, and he feels himself getting even wetter and harder in anticipation. “I do aim to please, Sensei,” he murmurs, his flushed faceplates going right along with his schoolgirl ploy. He takes the cube off the tray, along with an energon candy that was similar to a lollipop both in it’s structure and size.       Walking over to Drift, he offers the cube to the orange mech, before standing rather shyly in front of his teacher. He takes a small nibble off of the treat, sucking and licking over the smooth texture with soft kitten licks. “I’m not so sure we should be doing this, Sensei…but I trust you.”        He grips the front of his skirt and shyly lifts it up, exposing his panties and garters in full. The bright white garters stood out against his grey thigh plating, and the blue biolights on his spike pulsed hotly within his panties. The tip of his spike pokes out at the top of his panties, leaking in arousal. His valve too was soaked, the transparent green fabric soaked darkly right against his anterior node.          The shy sucking of the candy turns more to worshiping the small treat, wrapping his glossa around the treat as he watches Drift’s reaction.

        [♦];  ---- The way Drift stares into Hound could almost melt a mech frame right on the spot, though, this might go the other way around due to the sound of how sharp Drift had revved his engine. Oh, but he loved the view, he enjoyed how wet the Jeep had become during the time of wearing that outfit to being on his ship. He has to force himself to keep his spike lock into his panel -- no matter how painful -- and rub a digit along the soaked panties that shaped Hound’s valve.                      “Mmm... what an admirable sight, my student. But you would look even better without such fabric.” Pinches at the straps of Hound’s panties, pulling them and then letting them snap back into place. “I want you on my desk -- not panties -- and your legs spread for me.”                      He then takes a sip of the energon in his servo. “Ah... warm, too. But at the moment I am only hungry for you.”

[samuraibountyhunter]

(hound)

♠ || Hound brings his left knee in, shyly rubbing it against his right as he swayed slightly, the skirt brushing nicely against the tops of his thighs. “I brought you something,” he murmurs, finally stepping all the way into the room and gently setting it on a counter.       “In case you were hungry for something,” he adds, sliding up onto the counter in the same manner. With his legs crossed, he leans back a bit, looking shyly up at Drift. A smirk brushes over his lips, but then he smooths his expression.        “Sensei? Is something the matter?” The way he’s sitting brings his skirt up a bit, exposing the bows on his garters, but his surprise remained hidden between said thighs. Though, if he had to move from the counter, the wet spot left behind would surely give away that he wasn’t wearing his panel. And the way the fabric rubbed against his spike and valve was making it more and more difficult to hide it.

        [♦];  ---- Drift is automatically hypnotized by Hound’s hips and legs, the way he walks, the way his hips sway, every single movement that he made -- he holds back from making his engine rev in arousal. He intakes sharply, feeling his spike throb behind his panel once Hound settles himself upon the counter, the way his thighs displayed those garters, the stockings might just make Drift go mad.                      And the samurai knows that there is something under that skirt -- he just knows.                      The bounty hunter smirks, leaning back against his seat as he spreads hos legs apart, revealing his heated panel to the other mech -- but also shows himself to be more dominant. “How sweet of you to be so kind to your sensei, my student. Such a gesture should be rewarded.” He compliments, settling his datapad down onto his desk.                       “Now come over here, and bring the energon with you -- and show me whats under that lovely little skirt of yours.”

[samuraibountyhunter]

(hound)

♠ || Humans had many strange traditions as far as Hound had observed. Even when it came to their more…personal pasttimes, the strangeness never ended. But there was one thing Hound couldn’t deny; the attraction of a teacher/student relationship.        There was something about the way Drift carried himself when teaching Jetstorm and Slipstream, the way he confidently gave instruction and demanded complete attention, that made Hound a little wet behind his panel. He couldn’t ignore the attraction any more, and with the plentiful amount of skirts at his disposal, he finally got up the courage to start something.         He picked a day where the kids were off doing whatever it was they did together, and Drift was up in his ship behind the dojo, probably doing bounty hunter stuff. Hound, alone in the actual dojo, wasted no time setting his trap for Drift.                                                    { ♠ }           In a white skirt with green silk trim, white stockings with green bows at the front and back of his thighs, and sheer green panties, the ex-weapons engineer sauntered up the ramp into Drift’s ship. He doesn’t bother hiding his entrance, but he does keep his audials turned up, should Jetstorm or Slipstream come back early.          He holds a cube of energon and some other treats he had made on a tray, walking to where he knows Drift will be: checking over his elusive “list”.           “Sensei?” he calls, biting his lower lip like the blushy school girl he honestly felt like.

        [♦];  ---- It wasn’t very often that Drift hauled himself up to his ship, alone and in deep thought and concentration. But, a bounty hunter will always be a bounty hunter, and every now and then he needed to check over his list of mecha he had bounties for, and put them in order from the highest bidder to the lowest price imaginable. It was a “list” that no one but Drift touched, and for good reason -- it is highly intimidating at how many of the names on his list were crossed out in a different assortment of colors. Most of them being deceased or other.                      He was so wrapped up in his work that he hadn’t noticed that Hound had walked in, though of course he was welcomed. Though... what he had heard come from the other mech was rather odd. Usually Hound only designated Drift “sensei” when he was -- oh...                      “H--Hound? What are you--” he stutters, optics wide and examining over the beautifully dressed frame, and he swallows the oral fluids that had built up in his mouth due to such a wonderful distraction. “Oh, Pimus...”

[samuraibountyhunter]

(hound)

♠ || Hound openly sobs once Drift returns to him, and the clarity is visible in those fogged and sad optics. The smile that was requested comes easily to him, the relief in his field tangible. He sobs even as he pulls Drift into a messy, needy kiss, his servos trembling against Drift’s plating.        “Drift…” There’s nothing he can do to make his voice not break on that one, simple name. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry…” The overwhelming guilt is still present, even as he cups Drift’s face. “I didn’t mean to do this, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so, so sorry.” 

        [♦];  ---- Drift holds Hound with tenderness, yet very possessive. He lets the mech cry against him, letting him release all the sadness, worry and stress that had built up and release for this moment. He doesn’t dare let go, and he never will.                      “Shhh, it is fine, Hound -- all is forgiven. You’re here with me; that is all I ever want.” He responds, his tone still very low, almost whispered into the mech’s audial. He presses another kiss to Hound’s lips, a little more coordinated, but still very sloppy. His EM field gives a assured hopefulness, all to make Hound happy once again.                      “I should have never lied to you, I should have told you everything... I-- I feared that you wouldn’t’ love me anymore, if you knew who I was before all of this. I was mistaken... please, forgive me.”

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(sideswipe)

        【✖】 ;; ❝How’d you even get away with being a bounty hunter? I mean, no offence, but it isn’t exactly the most Autobot profession in the book.❞ There’s only a cocky sense of amusement to his words, a hint to perhaps he was just as far away from the metaphorical book as the other. A high possibility he possibly even burnt the book, too; if metaphorical books were flammable. Being a punk with a criminal record too long for his own good tended to give that outlook.

                        ❝A sensei? Well, no…this was sort of something I taught myself, I guess. I mean, after an entire war of guns, guns, and more guns, it was a nice change.❞

        [♦];  ---- “That is a long story.” One that took a darker route than what this punk mech could fathom. Drift had a past that was mostly like a Boogeyman’s tale to any Autobot that feared the wrath of Deadlock, a ghost story that held true to it’s horrors and it’s awe. But... the samurai would keep that away from Sideswipes. Hopefully he would never have to tell this mech.                      “You self-taught yourself? Interesting. I suppose you chose a more healthier path than one of of firearms and explosives -- Primus knows I have to deal with it from another mech alone. Though, you should find yourself proper training.”

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(prowl)

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Why did it have to be bounty hunting.  »Drift.«

        [♦];  ---- Ah, that voice... and the communication digits that came along with it. How familiar.                      {{ Prowl. }}

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(hound)

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        [♦];  ---- The samurai senses the familiar need coming from Hound’s EM field, and though he would wish for another round right there and then, he would wait for Hound to be a bit more... well, charged up to get to that point again. And the best was to get to that was to care for Hound’s chassis, his chest plating, mostly.                      Drift moves to go behind the Jeep, his servos continuing to rub down the green plating. His servos then cup at the larger mech’s chest, digits gently rubbing against the sensitive headlights there, plus with the wash cloth in one of his servos. “You feel so nice, Hound... though, I am sure it is not the water that is so warm.”