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[purringseeker]

Attention Play~

Warp walked into the main room of their suite and paused, watching his mate as Sky sat at his desk, attention to several datapads out in front of him. A smirk curved his lips and his wings flicked, canting into a certain angle before rising into an insubordinate height. He strolled forward, hips swaying and frame moving gracefully. 

Coming up to next to Sky’s desk, he bent forward to lean his elbows on the desk in a pose that brought his aft into the air and his wings high. “Whatcha working on~?” he ask even as he took one of the datapads and started scrolling through it, paying no attention to it and all of the attention to Sky.

[sneakyseeker]

Thursday Trippin' Triggers~

Warp didn’t bother going to their normal arrival coordinates in their berthroom; not when he’d pinged and knew Sky was waiting for him on the couch in their suite. Instead, he arrived atop Sky, the warp arrival being in midair right above where Sky lounged. He fell the short distance to land atop Sky, automatically moving to pin Sky’s shoulders with his hands, talons digging into cannons, his lower frame pinning Sky’s. "Slagger~“ he purred darkly, leaning down to nip at Sky’s lower lip. He moved, shifting to grind his hips against Sky’s. "You drive me crazy, I want you, need you~” He moved, releasing Sky’s cannon to brush his blaster under Sky’s chin. "It’s Thursday~“

Sky barely had time to subspace his datapad before there was Striker on top of him. His vents hitched how effectively Warp had him where he wanted him on the couch, aware of the heat and solid line where their frames touched. He couldn’t vocally reply only making a whine low in his throat as Warp gave him his purr, at the nip at his lips and how Warp moved over him. Sky’s frame heated with lust and need he writhed under Warp as much as he could arching off the couch to rub against his mate. Sky swallowed hard at the sensation of Warp’s blaster under his chin and met those glittering crimson optics with his own swiftly darkening ones.

“T-Thursday~” His voice had a huskiness from his arousal because Warp effected him that much. Warp always had. He shifted his helm enough to first brushing his lips against the very tip of the plasma rifle before poking his glossa out to stroke along the rim of the barrel. 

[purringseeker]

Sky's hand grazed over Warp's slick entrance gathering lubricants onto his palm before wrapping his hand firmly around Warp's spike matching the rhythm of Warp's frame made with those needy movements. He sucked hard on the the main fuelline of Warp's neck intent on leaving yet another mark while his hand on Warp's wing continued to stimulate flight sensors mercilessly wanting to flood Warp's sensornet with pure sensation. He shifted his hips against Warp a soft sound escaping due to his own ache

A long, low moan crawled deep from Warp’s throat as Sky’s hand stroked over his entrance, Warp moving his hips to try for more contact, valve clenching around nothing as the tips of his mate’s digits teased along the rim. When Sky wrapped his hand around Con Air, his palm gliding along the length in time with his movements, Warp’s hips jerked, and his sharp-tipped digits dug sharply into Sky’s cannons where he was bracing himself. He arched his backstruts, pressing his cockpit glass into Sky’s, and exposing more of his neck and pressing it into Sky’s mouth. Continuous low, needy noises came from him as his wing shuddered under the stimulation. All thought was gone, the only thing coming down the bond a flood of lust and need and aching for completion, his hips moving and thrusting into Sky’s hand, as he got ever closer to overload just from this stimulation.

[sneakyseeker]

"Slagger. My love." Warp glides forward, through the open balcony doors, to his mate's dark form on the balcony. He slipped his arms around Sky's waist, leaning against his back and nuzzling into plating between grey wings. He sent an inquiring ping down the bond, requesting a status update, of how his mate was doing, even as his arms tightened around Sky's waist and he planted a kiss between his wings.

Sky had been brooding in the shadows, the darkness that fell from the fortress painting his plating subdued shades of gray. He looked up from his highgrade cube when he felt Warp step onto the balcony, when the first edges of his EMF curled into Sky’s a tension escaping out of Sky’s frame to feel his mate right there next to him. He sighed, a content and happy sound as he leaned into Warp’s frame, wings shivering at the sensation of Warp’s mouth between his wingbases before he carefully turned around to face his mate. His arms wrapping around Warp’s frame holding him tight to his own frame, optics shuttering close to focus on the sensation of his mate right here and with him.

I function. His lips quirked into a smile at his joke, optics online to shine at Warp. Love/tension/confusion tinged the words, Sky wasn’t thinking clearly and uncomfortable with the state of things, warmth and love in his EMF indicated how Warp’s presence made it better for him. Doing okay just… miss you, Slagger. Need you.

[scifiau]

Eleutheromania

Kelam sharply inhaled when he read Malek’s message on UnderComm before signing off the network and stepping away from the console in the barracks. He ran his hands through his hair and chuckled breathlessly. He didn’t want to overthink this and was willing to take any invitation he could get to Malek’s quarters. He engaged his teleportation mod, making the quick jumps through the base to wind up at Malek’s door. He knew Malek usually allowed for jumps into his quarters since he had his own mod but that didn’t feel right. He lounged against the doorjamb best he could, right where he could be clearly seen from the peephole in the door before knocking loudly in a rhythm Malek would be able to guess who was at his door. 

Malek grinned and logged off UnderComm after his last post, pushing away from his desk and glancing around his quarters. He hurriedly picked up a few discarded bottles and articles of clothing, tossing them in his closet and shutting the door before straightening the cover on his berth. He’d just finished when he heard the distinctive knock that Kelam used. He smirked and checked out his appearance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair to ruffle it before stalking to the door and opening it. He raised an appreciative eyebrow as he took a long look up and down Kelam’s frame, eyes lingering on shoulders, chest, and hips, before coming back to his face with a slight detour to those cannons. He opened the door wider, stepping to the side to allow Kelam to enter. 

“Come for the... demonstration~?” he purred with a smirk.

Kelam mirrored Malek, raising one eyebrow as he took in the state of casual undress of Malek’s uniform, a perfect mixture of sexy roughish looks that made his heart beat faster and it harder to breathe. He couldn’t stop the smirk curving one side of his mouth up, posing under that green gaze showing off his shoulders and chest, the build of his frame against the doorframe before stalking into Malek’s quarters, honey gold gaze locked on Malek’s form. He was curious what Malek wanted to show him, he leaned into Malek as the pilot closed the door, trapping Malek between him and the door. 

“I-I come for you, Slagger,” Kelam breathed moving forward, to herd Malek back against the door. His hands came to either side of Malek, effectively caging him. Kelam leaned his head forward lining their mouths up, their lips brushing against every word spoken. “Y-you should know I want to s-see everything y-you got to show me.”

Malek’s breath caught as Kelam herded him against the door, caging him there. His back hit the door and his right hand brushed the touchpad, locking it, while green eyes stayed locked on the tall scout’s form. He brought his hands up to rest on Kelam’s hips, smoothing over the material there. His breath hitched and his body tightened as Kelam leaned in, lips brushing his with every word spoken, as their breaths mingled. 

“You can see everything I have to show,” he breathed, voice low and with an undertone of need, teasing mostly forgotten. “I want you to....” The last words were said in a quiet, almost inaudible murmur as Malek leaned forward, breaking that fragile breath of a distance between them, lips meeting Kelam’s and tongue slipping out to taste, lips parting in an offering. His hips rolled forward to brush against Kelam’s, and his hands tightened on hips, a needy noise crawling from his throat at the closeness, the heat, and the taste of the other man.

A low sound almost like a growl escaped from Kelam’s chest hearing Malek’s breath the way the pilot watched him and those hands clasped upon his own hips. Kelam breathed in sharply at the need in Malek’s voice, body reacting with desire and need burning through his veins. He moved with Malek’s body, rolling his hips forward to rub against Malek, stepping forward to press Malek’s back and rear into the door firmly using the weight of his body to keep the pilot there.

“I-I want to.” Kelam’s voice was low with desire and such yearning. Malek was constantly on his mind, haunted his dreams. He kept his hips pressed into Malek trapping him between Kelam and the wall, one of his hands gliding over the exposed skin of Malek’s chest, fingertips dancing over the smooth, warm flesh. Kelam’s lips parted with a sigh, growl deepening as he pressed harder against Malek’s mouth  taking that offering and invitation, his own tongue plundering Malek, laying a claim he dared the pilot to dispute as his other hand came to clasp on Malek’s hip, finger tips digging into the material and into Malek’s skin possessively.

[sneakyseeker]

First Date

Sky stood up and stretched, golden optics surveying carefully the asteroid that he and Warp have both dubbed their Rock. A smile curved his lips at the shards of rocks on the floor that still sported black paint scraped off a certain Seeker’s frame, his optics shifted to the rock formation Warp favored to lean on and could see lavender streaks along the rock face there. The Rock had... history, Sky’s engines rumbled as he checked the floor of the Rock once more and found it clear of the empty fuel cubes that accumulated. 

The tall Seeker moved gracefully over the rough surface of the asteroid, coming to a boulder on the Rock that had two homing beacons flashing in the partial twilight the Rock was constantly in. Sky ran his digits over the one that he knew was his, a smile curving his lips as he traced the outline of Warp’s beacon next. He glanced up when he heard the sound of displaced air and caught out of the corner of his optics the purple flare from Warp’s teleportation drive. His vents caught at the sight of Warp standing where they normally spent their time on the Rock, a grin spreading across his face and reaching up to his glowing optics.

“Slagger~” The word came out warm and rumbled Sky’s optics darkening slightly at just the sight of his mate. Out of subspace, he pulled out one cube of highgrade offering it to Warp, knowing that it was something that suited the darker Seeker’s preference. His other hand came to Warp’s hip, digits stroking along the plating by transformation seams.

[sneakyseeker]

"So I hear that I can... frame your work of art with my mouth~?" Warp purred, sashaying forward, wings canted at at a certain angle. His hands came up to glide sensually over his mate's waist and hips, down to his thighs, as Warp stepped closer. "Maybe it's time for a... taste~?"

Sky glanced up from his datapad, grinning as he heard his mate. His optics dropped to the cant of wings, darkening as he unconsciously sat up higher in his own seat, his wings raising higher, his gaze dropped to the way his mate’s hips moved in the sashaying movement, engines rumbling darkly as he leaned back a bit in his chair. He rolled his hips as Warp put his hands on him, the movement sensual and teasing as he angled his legs for Warp to step between them. His hand came up to the upper edge of one of the wings tilted at a submissive angle digits expertly setting off flight sensors as he considered Warp’s words, a smirk curving his lips.

“I-I did give you an... open invitation. M-my gallery i-is yours anytime.” Sky’s tone was a touch smug, the biolights on his frame were intricate and well done. The one catch about them were they were hidden away behind his panels for only one admirer to see. “Kiss me~”

[sneakyseeker]

Hey Slagger~ Why don't you sit on my lap and we can talk about the first thing that pops UP? *smirk*

Sky’s return smirk is more a broad grin, his optics glinting as he viewed his mate sitting in the center of the couch, frame posed in a way that made his optics darken just looking at him. His wings canted at an angle to show his interest, his frame gliding smoothly across the living space of the suite as he straddled his mate’s frame. His inner thighs pressed against Warp’s outer thighs, his arms linking around the back of Warp’s neck, close enough their nasal ridges touched and Sky nuzzled against Warp’s gently, engines rumbling a pleased, happy sound, the fronts of their frames pressed together, of cockpit glass against cockpit glass as Sky shifted purposely setting his panel against Warp’s. “S-so...” His voice is lowered, husky, lips curving in a wicked smirk, “j-just so I get this straight. A-all you wanna do is... talk?”