Summary: Salt of Solidarity visits one of the meadows in the Faerie Kingdom with Elder Faerie. As they admire its beauty, confessions are made.
A/N: doomed cookie yaoi!!! please enjoy this was the result of me being in shambles after the recent update </3
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The cool breeze blew through the meadow of flowers, making the sugar crystals twinkle. There was a dapple of silver sunlight beaming through the mist and trees, a gentle shimmer that kissed the flower petals.
Salt of Solidarity looked out over the meadow with a cool admiration. The Great Barrens where he and his knights of Kala Namak resided was nothing like this: lush, serene, welcoming. He bent down and gently touched one of the flowers at his feet, grazing its petals with his gloved hand. It chimed in response, sparkles of sugar scattering when he moved his hand away.
“It’s beautiful,” Salt of Solidarity said in awe, his voice barely above a whisper.
There was a soft chuckle behind him. “It is the continued work of my faerie children that keeps it so.”
Elder Faerie walked up next to Salt of Solidarity and smiled softly, his gaze resting over the meadow. Salt of Solidarity could not tear his own gaze away from the flowers, watching the shimmer of sugar dance over the field.
Elder Faerie let out a sigh and his shoulders loosened. Salt of Solidarity turned to see Elder Faerie lowering himself into the meadow as he laid back. He glanced up at Salt of Solidarity and offered him a small smile.
“Join me,” Elder Faerie’s voice was sweet as he gestured to the space next to him.
Salt of Solidarity obeyed, though Elder Faerie’s request was hardly a command. He laid down beside the fae cookie, his armor clanking slightly with his movement.
Once Salt of Solidarity was laying down, he felt himself begin to relax. The meadow was soothing, and the company of Elder Faerie put him at ease. He folded his hands together across his stomach and looked upward to the trees above.
Sunlight rippled through their papery leaves, silvery and faint because of the mist that surrounded the Faerie Kingdom. The breeze continued gently, greeting each leaf before moving on to the next.
“I wish for all Cookiekind to be able to feel what I do now,” Salt of Solidarity said softly. He tilted his head backwards slightly, looking up towards the sun before reaching his hand towards it. His fingers outstretched, as if he was trying to hold the sun in the palm of his hand.
Elder Faerie hummed, glancing at Salt of Solidarity. “And what is it that you feel?”
There was a short pause, and Salt of Solidarity lowered his hand, allowing it to rest at his side between him and Elder Faerie. As he waited for him to speak, Elder Faerie did not take his eyes off of Salt of Solidarity.
“Hope… Happiness… Peace… Love…” With a small tilt of his head, Salt of Solidarity cast his gaze towards Elder Faerie, who had a growing smile on his lips.
“I also wish for all Cookies to experience those feelings,” Elder Faerie nodded. “And, together, we shall ensure that they do.”
Salt of Solidarity looked down at Elder Faerie’s hand, which was mere inches away from his own. His fingers twitched as he contemplated, but then decided against it. He looked back to Elder Faerie, about to speak, but then felt a gentle touch on his hand.
“You need not hesitate around me, friend.”
Elder Faerie took Salt of Solidarity’s hand in his own, interlocking their fingers. He let their hands rest between them, gently rubbing his thumb across Salt of Solidarity’s knuckle. He silently wished that he was not wearing his gauntlets so that he could feel the warmth of Elder Faerie’s touch.
At that thought, Salt of Solidarity released a breath he had been holding in a huffy, nervous laugh. “I suppose I am lucky to have my armor on me, as you take down all my other defenses.”
Elder Faerie smirked slightly and raised his eyebrows. “Are you suggesting that I could disarm you with only my words?”
Salt of Solidarity sighed. “You once said the same thing about me… We could both do with lowering our defenses more often.”
“You especially,” Elder Faerie nodded with a chuckle. Salt of Solidary rolled his eyes under his helmet. “...Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
“No,” Salt of Solidarity lied, now grinning. He silently thanked himself for his helmet, as he had a terrible time hiding his expressions. Though that didn’t seem to stop Elder Faerie from knowing exactly what he was doing.
“I can hear your grin in your voice, old friend,” Elder Faerie said with a soft snicker. He let go of Salt of Solidarity’s hand to prop himself up on his elbows, looking down at Salt of Solidarity with a sweet smile. “You might be able to slip that past a less perceptive Cookie, but I have known you far too long.”
Salt of Solidarity hummed, his tone low as he reached up to cup Elder Faerie’s cheek. It felt natural, almost like he was meant to, but he quickly realized that this was a gesture that he had never given to Elder Faerie before. His hand stiffened, but he dared not pull it away.
Elder Faerie did not look surprised in the slightest. Rather, there was a soft brightness in his eyes, an excitement. He leaned into Salt of Solidarity’s hand, then gently kissed his palm.
Salt of Solidarity began to burn. His cheeks, his ears, and his neck all went up in flame. He felt his heart rush, the jam pumping from it like fuel for the bonfire of his flush. Again, he was silently grateful for his helmet, hiding his flush and widened eyes from Elder Faerie.
“You’re so quiet now,” Elder Faerie whispered softly. “Tell me what it is that’s on your mind.”
Salt of Solidarity swallowed. He wanted to answer, but suddenly his mouth was dry as his thoughts swarmed.
Elder Faerie smiled, his gaze never breaking from Salt of Solidarity as he waited patiently for him to answer. Finally, he managed a response.
“You take my breath away,” Salt of Solidarity murmured. His voice was quiet, as if he were worried that speaking too loudly would shatter this moment. “You’ve not only disarmed me, but I feel as if I’ve fallen. Not in battle, where the fall means sure defeat or loss. Rather, I’ve fallen fast and unexpectedly, but I do not wish to rise from this fall. At least, not without…”
Salt of Solidarity trailed off, but Elder Faerie was waiting for him to finish with rapt attention.
“Not without…?” Elder Faerie asked, his tone unreadable aside from tender curiosity.
Salt of Solidarity continued, no longer hesitating. “I do not wish to rise from this fall without you. With you by my side, I feel as if I could fall forever with no fear.”
Elder Faerie gazed at Salt of Solidarity for a few moments, his face unchanging. Then, just as Salt of Solidarity began to worry he had said too much, Elder Faerie exhaled softly. He pressed his forehead to the helm of Salt of Solidarity’s helmet and spoke, his voice clear and sure. “Let’s fall together, then.”
Summary: Zelda is frazzled, so Link offers her his support.
A/N: happy valentines and happy loftwing letters with @zelinkcommunity!!! this is for @raccoonfiend95 ! I hope you have a lovely day and enjoy! :D
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“Link, can you help me with something?”
Link had been standing outside of Zelda’s bedroom keeping watch while she got ready, and his head turned toward the door at the sound of her voice.
“What do you need, princess?”
There was no response for a moment, but then Zelda’s voice came again. “Can you— Can you please just come in?”
Link stiffened. Under any normal circumstance, Link would never enter Zelda’s room unless she had opened the door for him and was given formal permission. But Zelda’s voice sounded slightly exasperated from inside, and it was her asking for him…
Link gently opened the door, his eyes glued to the floor just in case. He did not dare raise them, even once he had fully shut the door. He stood in front of it, awaiting further instruction from Zelda.
Zelda shuffled and huffed from the other side of the room. “Link— Over here, please.”
Link looked up to see where Zelda was and saw her sitting at her desk. He relaxed just a bit and walked over to where she was. She was struggling with her hair, and it looked frazzled from just how much she had been messing with it. Zelda turned to see Link and smiled quickly before turning back to the mirror and furrowing her brows with a pout.
“My hair simply does not want to cooperate today, Link! What should I do?”
Link smiled softly at Zelda and looked at her through the mirror. He took a small step forward and reached his hand just beside her hair before pausing. “If I may, princess?”
Zelda sat up just a bit straighter and nodded.
Link took Zelda’s hair in his hands and felt his heart skip a beat. Her hair was soft and it shone in the early morning light from the bedroom window as he turned it in his hand. Link only allowed himself quick admiration before he began to work on her hair.
Zelda sat still as Link worked on her hair. He did not know how to braid her hair as she normally had it, but he knew how to braid at the very least. He picked up her brush and ran it gently through her hair and separated it down the middle, then got to braiding.
As Link braided her hair, Zelda relaxed. His touch was gentle and thoughtful, and never once did he tug on her hair. She was often rough with her hair herself, braiding it so tightly that she could get headaches later in the day. Perhaps it was her own hand that had been so undoing to her hair that day, what with the ever-looming dread of the Calamity.
When Link finished braiding her hair, he began to tie the end, absentmindedly humming to himself. Zelda looked at him through the mirror, but he was focused on her hair. She smiled at him and the slight furrow of his brows as he concentrated. He let the finished braid fall between her shoulder blades and stepped back.
“Thank you, Link…”
Link nodded and left the room. He could feel his heart beating faster as he stood outside the door, waiting for Zelda to finish anything else she needed to get ready. Finally, she came out the door and offered him a small smile.
“I think I’d like to go to the lake today before we do anything else. The weather has been quite nice recently, and we should enjoy it for even just a little while.”
Link nodded along and followed Zelda as she walked down the hallway, listing what they would need to do following their brief detour to the lake. They saddled up their horses and took off.
The lake was not far, and they let their horses drink from the water while they sat down at a nearby tree. Link was sitting up straight, his sword in its sheath beside him as Zelda laid down on her back beside him.
Sunlight dappled through the leaves of the tree and Zelda extended her hand upward. “Do you think Hylia is watching us?”
Link looked at Zelda, unsure of how to respond. She continued. “I do not believe she does. I mean, if she did, I would have figured out how to use my powers by now.”
Link listened as Zelda went on. He knew that she was under immense amounts of pressure and that all she needed was someone to listen rather than burden her more with their own thoughts or opinions.
So he listened and listened, collecting flowers that were immediately around him as she spoke, her voice beginning to crack as she got more emotional.
“Princess…?” Link said softly, a few moments after Zelda had finished speaking. She looked up at him, sitting up on her elbows. She noticed the small collection of flowers that he had weaved into a crown in his hands and raised an eyebrow.
Link held out the flower crown in a gesture. “I made this for you.”
Zelda’s eyes widened in surprise and she sat up more. Link held it out a bit more and Zelda dipped her head, allowing him to place it on her. She touched it gingerly and smiled.
“I understand the burden you are carrying with you,” Link started. “But just because you have not found your divine light does not mean you do not have light within you.”
Zelda nodded slowly, scooting a bit closer to Link. He continued. “Every moment I spend with you is filled with light, and I am so lucky to live in a world where you exist and I am able to know you. Even if you don’t feel like the princess everyone wants you to be, I want you to know that…”
Link trailed off, his hands fidgeting. Zelda took his hands in her own and laid down in the grass, pulling him gently with her. As they laid there together, Link finally found his voice again.
“I want you to know that you are the princess that you need to be. You are worthy, you are enough, you are everything.”
Zelda smiled sincerely and then chuckled. “I didn’t take you as a type of poet.”
Link let out a soft laugh. “Can’t I indulge in a hobby?”
Zelda hummed. “Link, may I ask a question?”
Link nodded his head.
“How much longer are you going to wait to kiss me?”
Link’s eyes widened and his cheeks began to flush. Zelda smirked and Link huffed softly. “I truly cannot wait another second.”
Link cupped Zelda’s face, rubbed his thumb across her cheek, and leaned forward. Their noses brushed, then their lips, and soon they were lost in each other.
Link was gentle and sweet, and Zelda smiled softly as he kissed her. They eventually broke apart and stared at each other before breaking into giggles.
“Did you have more poetry planned?” Zelda teased softly.
Link shook his head. “I am afraid you have me at a loss for words.”
“Link?”
Link brushed aside some of her hair. “What is it, Princess?”
“Can we stay here just a little longer?”
Link nodded and pressed their foreheads together. He wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her back.
Summary: A week has passed since Salt of Solidarity and Elder Faerie laid together in the meadow of the Faerie Kingdom. When he goes back and visits the palace, Salt of Solidarity finds his place with Elder Faerie.
A/N: this was def inspired by this post hehe i love these two to bits ughh they make me lose my marbles,, anyways i hope y'all enjoy <3
(This is the second part of a series -- read the first part here!)
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Salt of Solidarity approached the gates of the Faerie Kingdom with a feigned calm. It had been a week since he had last seen Elder Faerie, a week since they had realized and confessed their mutual feelings.
“Let’s fall together, then.”
Elder Faerie had said those words when Salt of Solidarity admitted to having fallen for the ruler of the Faerie Kingdom. There was a silent tension that weighed heavily on Salt of Solidarity, a burden that he could not yet tell was welcome or not. He did not believe that he deserved to have Elder Faerie reciprocate his feelings, but whenever he thought of the small smile that Elder Faerie had when he had confessed, Salt of Solidarity could not help but feel a twinge of yearning in his heart.
Salt of Solidarity need not yearn anymore, though. No more sleepless nights spent alone with Elder Faerie lingering in the back of his mind, his name on Salt of Solidarity’s lips as he thought of him alone in bed. Now, as he approached the iridescent gates of the palace, the night would be spent with the one that he had yearned for for years. To finally have him was a privilege he never thought he would have.
Salt of Solidarity stopped just before the entrance of the palace, not in hesitation, but in respect. This was where he had always stopped when waiting for Elder Faerie previously, a sign that he would not intrude on the ruler. So he stood patiently at the silver archway, which allowed him to look into the palace, but he dared not take another step forward. He waited in place until he heard a gentle patter of boots coming from the stairwell inside.
“Salt,” Elder Faerie’s familiar and smooth voice came from the stairwell, and Salt of Solidarity felt his chest tighten as he saw the ruler of the Faerie Kingdom.
Elder Faerie was not wearing his normal attire, but rather a soft, silk robe that trailed behind him. Over that was a silver gossamer shawl, covered delicately with small gemstones that resembled morning dew. His hair was down, and he watched Salt of Solidarity with a soft smile.
Salt of Solidarity could not tear his eyes away from Elder Faerie as he walked down the remaining few steps and continued towards him. Salt of Solidarity quickly kneeled as he got close, making Elder Faerie chuckle.
“You need not kneel for me, Salt.”
Despite saying this, Salt of Solidarity did not rise. He hesitantly looked up to see Elder Faerie once more, and when he did, he felt his heart swell.
Elder Faerie seemed to be able to tell just how flustered Salt of Solidarity was despite his face being covered by his helmet. With a gentle hum, he extended his hands down to Salt of Solidarity, which he took gingerly, as if afraid that his gloved and worn hands would tarnish the clean and soft hands of Elder Faerie.
Elder Faerie did not seem to mind one bit. He gently pulled Salt of Solidarity’s hands, making him stand from his kneeling position. Now he stood over Elder Faerie, who was only a bit shorter than him.
With a small smile, Elder Faerie took Salt of Solidarity’s hands up to his lips, kissing the silver gauntlets that he wore on his hands. Salt of Solidarity found himself cursing his armor again, wishing he could feel Elder Faerie’s lips instead of his armor getting to.
Elder Faerie cast his gaze up towards Salt of Solidarity with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Salt, I do remember our last conversation mentioned something about letting our guard down around each other.” Salt of Solidarity swallowed, but could not speak. Elder Faerie chuckled. “Quiet again, hmm? Where’s that silver tongue?”
Salt of Solidarity huffed. “It’s hardly fair for you to expect me to find the adequate words for you when you greet me looking as if the morning dew has risen with you. I have never seen you looking so…” Salt of Solidarity glanced up and down at Elder Faerie subtly. “So beautiful.”
Elder Faerie grinned. “You find me beautiful?”
“Don’t ask such questions when you know the answer,” Salt of Solidarity said, leaning in towards Elder Faerie. “To withhold such beauty from me until now was a wise move on your part, as I fear I would not have been able to control myself otherwise.”
Elder Faerie began to walk backwards, taking Salt of Solidarity with him. “I don’t want you to control yourself anymore. Come… My bedroom is waiting for us.”
Salt of Solidarity felt his heart leap, but there was still something that stopped him in his tracks. Elder Faerie turned when he felt Salt of Solidarity holding him back, and he raised his eyebrow in concern. “Is everything alright, Salt?”
“Elder Faerie are you — are you truly alright with having me?” Salt of Solidarity quietly murmured. “I am merely a knight, a guardian of the people. I am meant to serve and protect those who cannot protect themselves, but other than that, I have no true place in this world.”
Elder Faerie opened his mouth to say something in response, but Salt of Solidarity continued regardless. “You are the king of the Faerie Kingdom. You serve as its sole ruler, dedicating your life to it. I… I am not worthy to ask of you to be more than what you have already been to me. I treasure our friendship so dearly, and to take more than what I deserve is—”
“Do not say such things, Salt,” Elder Faerie finally managed to get out, his voice firm. “You are a guardian of the people, as am I. Just because our titles do not say as much does not mean you are any less than me. You are more than worthy to have me, just as I am blessed to have you by my side. We deserve each other…”
Elder Faerie squeezed Salt of Solidarity’s hands in his own. “To say you have no true place in this world outside of your duties… You carry so much within your heart. You hold the world of Cookiekind dear, and you shall always have a place in that world. But for this one night, should you question it still, know that your place in the world is with me.”
Salt of Solidarity hesitated, but then he nodded his head. “I would love to be with you… In every way, in every world.”
Elder Faerie smiled at that. He guided Salt of Solidarity up the stairs and through the palace, both of them quiet as they walked. They finally came before Elder Faerie’s room, which was a mere archway that led in toward a soft, silky bed with silver bedframes. There were butterflies gently fluttering through the open windows and ornate decorations over the walls, but Salt of Solidarity hardly had the time to admire it when Elder Faerie was right in front of him.
Elder Faerie walked in, pulling Salt of Solidarity in behind him. “You do not need to worry about anyone disturbing us.”
Salt of Solidarity nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. He had been worried about that before, but now there was the new worry of being completely alone with Elder Faerie. He was not sure what Elder Faerie’s experience was, but Salt of Solidarity had never been with anyone before in any sense. As Lord Commander of the knights of Kala Namak, he had a responsibility to look after any and all Cookies, be they under his wing or not. That, and he had never been interested in any Cookie other than Elder Faerie. He had pined for years, hopelessly devoted to the ruler, but he had never thought that anything would come of it.
“You are worried about something else,” Elder Faerie said softly. “What troubles you, Salt?”
“I have never…” Salt of Solidarity started, then struggled to find the words. “I’ve not been with anyone before.”
Elder Faerie smiled, slightly teasing. “You need not worry about that, my dear.” Salt of Solidarity froze at the term of endearment. Elder Faerie chuckled at him, then traced his hands gently up Salt of Solidarity’s chest. “Now… We must get you out of this armor. May I?”
Salt of Solidarity nodded his head. Elder Faerie gently unclipped his cape and pauldrons, setting them down on the dresser beside them. He held up Salt of Solidarity’s hand and gently removed his gauntlet and glove, revealing his bare hand beneath. Elder Faerie held it up to his lips and kissed his palm, sending a shiver down Salt of Solidarity.
Salt of Solidarity helped expedite the process of removing his armor, taking off his chestplate, his other gauntlet and glove, and his belt as Elder Faerie slowly ushered him towards the bed behind them. As soon as his legs met the side of the bed, Elder Faerie gently pushed him down, and Salt of Solidarity sat at the edge.
Now Salt of Solidarity wore only his tunic, pants, boots, and helmet. He removed his boots and then went to take off his tunic, but Elder Faerie stopped him.
“I do not think I can take one more moment without seeing your eyes in the light.”
Salt of Solidarity hummed. He raised his helmet off of his head, setting it down on his knee. He looked up at Elder Faerie and offered him a small, gentle smile.
Elder Faerie drank him in. He pushed the helmet off of Salt of Solidarity’s knee and set himself in his lap, cupping his cheeks. “By the Witches, Salt — You said earlier that I was wise to withhold myself from you, but you were even wiser to withhold yourself from me.”
Salt of Solidarity chuckled breathily, nervously. He was about to respond, but Elder Faerie’s thumb gently touched his bottom lip, as if asking for permission. Whatever Salt of Solidarity was going to say did not matter, because those words were lost as soon as Elder Faerie’s lips met his own.
It was as if Salt of Solidarity had never experienced satiation until now. Had he always been this ravenous? He wanted to savor this kiss as much as he could, but he found himself practically drowning in Elder Faerie’s lips as he tried to make up for lost time. They fell back into the bed, Salt of Solidarity’s fingers tangling in Elder Faerie’s soft hair as he kissed him like he never would again.
Elder Faerie pressed himself into Salt of Solidarity, his hands moving from his cheeks to his chest. He broke away from Salt of Solidarity’s lips to kiss his jawline and then his neck, though Salt of Solidarity practically whined at the departure.
“Elder Faerie…” Salt of Solidarity gasped out as he caught his breath, not even realizing how deprived he had been of air. “Hah— You’re beautiful. How have I neglected to be with you like this for so long?”
Elder Faerie paused just as he reached Salt of Solidarity’s collarbone. “I should ask the same of myself. We truly have a lot to catch up on now, don’t we?”
Salt of Solidarity could only breathlessly nod before trying to reunite their lips. He kissed Elder Faerie again, gently turning them over. He looked down at Elder Faerie, laid down against the bed, flushed cheeks and swollen lips and heavy lidded eyes looking back up at him.
Salt of Solidarity breathed. “You are ethereal — The Witches will never be able to recreate such beauty.”
Elder Faerie chuckled. “There’s that silver tongue.”
Salt of Solidarity kissed Elder Faerie again, slipping his tongue past his lips. Elder Faerie moaned, arching into the kiss. Elder Faerie draped his arms over Salt of Solidarity’s shoulders, pulling him closer.
“Mmh— Ahh… Salt—” Elder Faerie moaned into the kiss. Salt of Solidarity pulled away for a moment to admire Elder Faerie once more, then began to pepper his neck with kisses. Elder Faerie huffed softly, letting his hands begin to explore Salt of Solidarity’s body. He gently traced his shoulders, his chest, his stomach.
Salt of Solidarity flinched slightly at the touch and Elder Faerie quickly stopped. “Salt?”
Salt of Solidarity shook his head, pursing his lips. “I apologize… I suppose I am more sensitive than I thought.”
Elder Faerie could not hold back a smirk at that, but Salt of Solidarity was quick to kiss his smirk away. They were tangled in each other for a while more, tasting each other and exploring each other thoroughly. Elder Faerie sat up, on top of Salt of Solidarity once more, and slowly began to shed his robe.
Salt of Solidarity watched eagerly, sitting up on his elbows as Elder Faerie stripped on top of him. He discarded his robes gently off the bed, now fully disrobed, and looked down at Salt of Solidarity with a small, teasing smile.
Salt of Solidarity sat up and wrapped his arms around Elder Faerie’s waist. Their lips met again as Elder Faerie cupped Salt of Solidarity’s cheeks, holding him close. His hands eventually wandered, slowly stripping Salt of Solidarity of his tunic. He gently caressed his chest and torso as he went, mindful of the small huffs of sensitivity from Salt of Solidarity.
Elder Faerie lowered Salt of Solidarity back onto the bed, then began to pull away his pants. Salt of Solidarity was hard underneath, and he felt a relief as soon as Elder Faerie pulled his pants away and tossed them to the side.
Salt of Solidarity reached out to Elder Faerie, inviting him in for another kiss, which he accepted. As they kissed, Elder Faerie began to stroke Salt of Solidarity, making him hiss sharply into the kiss.
Elder Faerie paused. “Are you alright?”
Salt of Solidarity quickly regained his composure. “I’ve… I’ve never been better.”
Elder Faerie kissed Salt of Solidarity again and went back to stroking him. Salt of Solidarity shuddered under Elder Faerie’s touch, barely able to reciprocate with his lips. He moaned softly, gasping huffy breaths as he arched towards Elder Faerie.
“Elder Faerie—! Hah…” Salt of Solidarity gasped out, his tone akin to a whine as Elder Faerie stroked him. “Please— Please don’t stop… Ahh—”
Elder Faerie kissed along Salt of Solidarity’s jaw, leaving marks as he trailed around his neck. Elder Faerie’s other hand was supporting Salt of Solidarity’s back as he quivered underneath his touch.
“Does it feel good? Tell me…”
“Yes—! Oh, it feels— Hah!” Salt of Solidarity’s breath hitched and he gripped the bedsheets.
Elder Faerie smiled against Salt of Solidarity’s collarbone. “Are you close? I want to hear you say my name when you come.” Elder Faerie rubbed the head of Salt of Solidarity’s cock with his thumb, making him arch back into the bed. He slowed his pace for a moment and Salt of Solidarity’s breath stuttered.
Salt of Solidarity hardly knew what to do with his hands, so he just held onto the bedsheets like his life depended on it. Elder Faerie noticed this and took one hand in his own, pinning it next to Salt of Solidarity’s head.
“I’m so close—” Salt of Solidarity moaned, squeezing Elder Faerie’s hand. “Elder Faerie!”
With a sharp gasp, Salt of Solidarity came, covering his stomach and Elder Faerie’s hand. Elder Faerie smiled, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking some of it off of his fingers. He hummed, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to Salt of Solidarity’s. “You did so good, my dear.”
“Elder Faerie… What— What about you?” Salt of Solidarity asked, immediately realizing he had not serviced Elder Faerie. He sat up, but he was ushered back into the bed.
“Shh, I’m not done with you yet,” Elder Faerie said with a kind smile. “Believe me, there is no greater pleasure than seeing you as you are right now.”
Salt of Solidarity bit his lip, but did not object to Elder Faerie.
“You do not believe me,” Elder Faerie murmured, leaning closer to Salt of Solidarity. Elder Faerie cupped his cheek and gently rubbed his thumb against it. He leaned further and kissed Salt of Solidarity, who whined softly when Elder Faerie’s lips met his own.
Elder Faerie pulled away and began to cover Salt of Solidarity’s neck and jaw with slow, gentle kisses. He huffed out a whine as Elder Faerie traced and caressed his chest and leaned his head back into the pillows.
“Salt… There is nothing in the world that I want more than you right now,” Elder Faerie whispered by the shell of Salt of Solidarity’s ear, pressing a kiss just below it. “I have wished for this night for far too long, and to make up for lost time, I am going to savor every second I have with you.”
Elder Faerie’s hands began to explore down Salt of Solidarity’s torso, gently tracing the outline of his muscles. He pressed more kisses to Salt of Solidarity’s jaw as his hands began to explore his thighs, gently squeezing as more keens sounded from Salt of Solidarity. He slowly spread his legs as Elder Faerie rubbed his hip with one hand, the other tracing up his thigh.
Salt of Solidarity was in an absolute haze as Elder Faerie pampered him with his affections, peppering him with kisses and caresses that made him burn with pleasure and excitement. Elder Faerie paused for a moment and reached beside the bed, though Salt of Solidarity hardly had time to miss him before he was being smothered in kisses once more.
“May I…” Elder Faerie pulled his lips away for a moment, watching Salt of Solidarity’s heavy-lidded eyes with a deep desire. He paused, as if considering his words, then spoke again. “I want to feel you.”
Salt of Solidarity nodded his head almost desperately, knowing exactly what Elder Faerie was asking. “I want to feel you, as well. Please… Don’t make me wait.”
Elder Faerie’s lips curved at this. He took the lubricant he had previously grabbed from beside the bed, which Salt of Solidarity had not even noticed, and poured a small amount of it onto his fingers. He began to rub his fingers over Salt of Solidarity’s hole, making him inhale sharply at the cool temperature. It began to warm as Elder Faerie kept rubbing it around, and he soon began to slide a finger in.
Salt of Solidarity tightened, unused to the sensation, and Elder Faerie kissed his collarbone. “Breathe, my dear.”
Salt of Solidarity released a shaky breath which was followed by a bitten back moan as Elder Faerie began to finger him. “Nhh—!”
Elder Faerie pressed his lips to Salt of Solidarity’s as he fingered him, adding another finger after a short while. Salt of Solidarity whined into the kiss, breaking away to plead. “Please, I want— I want you now, Elder Faerie…”
“And you have me, as you always will,” Elder Faerie murmured against Salt of Solidarity’s lips, pressing one more quick kiss to them before continuing. “I need you to be able to take me… Just a little longer, I promise.”
Elder Faerie added another finger and Salt of Solidarity huffed out a moan, reaching up and pulling Elder Faerie back to his lips. Elder Faerie chuckled softly into the kiss, slipping his tongue in as Salt of Solidarity moaned.
“Hah— Mmh— Elder Faerie—” Salt of Solidarity breathed out between kisses, his hands tangled in Elder Faerie’s hair. “I need you… Please…”
“Do you?” Elder Faerie purred, pushing his fingers further in.
Salt of Solidarity gasped. “Yes—! Elder Faerie, for the love of— I’ve waited so long, please don’t— don’t make me wait any longer.”
Elder Faerie pulled his fingers out of Salt of Solidarity. He barely had a moment before he felt Elder Faerie begin to slide his cock in. Salt of Solidarity gasped and began to lean into Elder Faerie, his back arching slightly as he slowly took in all of Elder Faerie.
Biting back a moan, Salt of Solidarity reached up for Elder Faerie, who panted softly. He pulled him in for a kiss as Elder Faerie began to slide in and out.
“Ahh—! Elder Faerie, you feel— Hah—!” Salt of Solidarity gasped out, his fingers tangling once more in Elder Faerie’s hair. He could hardly focus on anything, every slow thrust from Elder Faerie sending waves of pleasure up his body.
Salt of Solidarity quivered as Elder Faerie began to pick up the pace, thrusting his cock deep into Salt of Solidarity. “Salt—! Ah— Oh, you are so— so beautiful…”
It was true. Salt of Solidarity was a mess of pleasure, yes, but he was also just as beautiful as anything Elder Faerie had ever seen. Elder Faerie silently cursed himself for never taking any initiative, for waiting as long as he had to do anything about his longing for Salt of Solidarity.
As Elder Faerie watched Salt of Solidarity whimper and moan beneath him, as he felt his fingers tangle in his hair and urge him closer, Elder Faerie felt himself swell with pleasure and need. He thrust deeper and more urgently into Salt of Solidarity, squeezing his hips for support as Salt of Solidarity keened.
Salt of Solidarity gave up on trying to hold back anything, now entirely locked in Elder Faerie’s embrace. He hooked his legs around Elder Faerie’s hips as Elder Faerie supported his back with his hands. Salt of Solidarity’s hands began to grab helplessly at Elder Faerie’s back, unsure of whether to pull him in for more or to simply hold on for the sake of it.
“Elder— Elder Faerie—! Hah… Ah… I’m so close, please— don’t stop—” Salt of Solidarity pleaded, whimpering and gasping as he spoke.
Elder Faerie continued to thrust into Salt of Solidarity, panting as he did so. He held himself up with one hand on the bed and held Salt of Solidarity’s back with the other, keeping up a rhythmic pace as Salt of Solidarity keened beneath him.
Salt of Solidarity gasped out a moan as he finally came, grabbing Elder Faerie’s hair tightly and arching his back before sinking into the bed, breathing heavily. Elder Faerie continued to thrust into him until he finally came as well, filling Salt of Solidarity with his come.
Elder Faerie found Salt of Solidarity’s lips with his own as he pulled out of him, gently holding his cheeks. Salt of Solidarity wrapped his arms around Elder Faerie and kissed him back with a soft hunger, a desire that had been satisfied but still yearned for just a bit more.
“I fear I have fallen so much farther than I ever thought I could,” Salt of Solidarity said quietly after a long while of embracing and kissing and being together. They had turned as they had been together, and now Salt of Solidarity lingered above Elder Faerie. He buried his head in the crook of Elder Faerie’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck as he went.
Elder Faerie hummed, gently rubbing Salt of Solidarity’s back. “I never thought that falling could be as amazing as this.”
Salt of Solidarity took Elder Faerie’s chin in his hand and tilted his gaze towards his own. “I will fall forever with you…”
Elder Faerie smiled and pulled Salt of Solidarity towards him, their lips meeting once more.
Summary: A little cavern in the energon mines bring D-16 and Orion Pax closer together than before.
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D-16 huffed as he tried to keep up with Orion Pax, who was running ahead of him on a seemingly random path through the energon mines where they worked.
“Pax– Pax, wait up!”
Orion only laughed brightly in response. He finally slowed down and D-16 caught up with him, shoving him lightly despite being almost out of breath.
“This better be good,” D-16 wheezed. “I don’t want to get demoted for going out of the designated area on account of whatever crazy thing you have planned.”
Orion grinned widely at D-16 and peeked around a corner before looking back at him. “We won’t get demoted if they don’t find out!”
D-16 groaned and pinched his optical ridge in annoyance. Orion chuckled and took his servo in his own, squeezing it tight. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” D-16 smiled at that and Orion guided them slowly around the corner, not letting go of D-16’s servo.
D-16’s optics widened to take in the sheer beauty of their surroundings. There were raw energon crystals growing out of the ceiling of this small little alcove, pulsating energy as they glowed brilliantly. They were different from what they normally mined, and they did not move or react to D-16 and Orion as they walked into the small cavern.
Orion nudged D-16 gently with his elbow. “I thought you might like it. Maybe it will inspire some more poetry?”
D-16 nodded his helm slowly, still taking it in. “Oh, it definitely will.” He finally looked at Orion, the first time since entering the cave, and he felt his spark clench as he gazed into his optics. “Pax, I– I don’t even know what to say.”
D-16 could not tear his optics away from Orion’s, suddenly seeing the brilliance of the energon crystals residing within Orion himself. The way his optics danced and widened in anticipation at the slightest flutter of excitement, the soft glow and the stunning blue… D-16 looked back to the energon crystals when he realized he had been staring, but Orion did not say anything if he had even noticed.
“You don’t have to say anything, Dee. I just… I found this place, and the first thing I thought of was wanting to bring you here, just– just the two of us.” Orion still had not let go of D-16’s servo. D-16 glanced back at Orion and saw that he had averted his gaze, staring at the ground and kicking his ped into the rock. D-16 lifted Orion’s servo to his dermas and gently kissed the top of it, locking optics with Orion when he glanced quickly back at him.
“Don’t look at the ground when the very essence of life waits above.”
Orion smiled softly. “Already starting on that poetry, huh? Well, I’m looking at the very essence of my life right now.”
D-16’s optics widened in surprise and he felt his faceplate begin to heat. Orion still did not break his gaze with D-16, and instead took a step forward and closed the gap between the two of them. D-16 trembled, but he knew he was not nervous. Excitement was pulsing through him, his spark beating faster with every inch Orion got closer.
D-16 and Orion’s faceplates were so close, but there was a hesitation. This would change things. It would change their friendship, it would change their bond. But was that all D-16 wanted from Orion? No, he knew that he wanted Orion in every single aspect that was so much more than just a friend. It only took him a moment to make the decision and close the gap between him and Orion, gently pressing their dermas together in a first kiss.
Orion smiled into their kiss and put his arms over D-16’s shoulders. D-16 grabbed Orion’s hips and pulled him closer, kissing him more earnestly as they continued. It was like they were finally satiating a craving that had been pestering them in the back of their processors.
D-16 felt his spark beating fast and his HUD was sending him several notifications about regulating his heat with turning on his fans. D-16 waved them all aside, his focus entirely on Orion. Orion was beginning to explore D-16’s frame, tracing his servos across his chest and down his chassis, finding his hips. D-16 had begun to cup Orion’s faceplate, almost completely lost in bliss as he and Orion’s glossas began to mingle.
“Ah–!” D-16 yelped in surprise, finally breaking the kiss when Orion’s servos lifted him by his hips. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Orion’s waist, and his thighs seemed to fit around his pelvis like they were meant to be around them. The thought made D-16’s faceplate heat rapidly and his fans kicked into gear loudly as his HUD began to send him messages about beginning interface protocol.
D-16’s optics widened and Orion looked at him with a furrowed optical ridge, worry shining in those blue optics. “Is this okay?”
D-16 nodded quickly. “It’s– It’s so okay, Pax, I– I’ve been wanting this for so long.”
Orion smiled and kissed D-16 again. “I have, too.”
Their dermas made contact again and D-16 was once again lost to Orion’s glossa in his mouth and his strong servos holding him up. Orion spun them around a little bit and they giggled into their kiss. The energon crystals above were almost singing as the two of them finally broke away for air, pressing forehelms together.
“Dee, are you– How are you feeling?” Orion asked, his own fans having kicked in a little bit prior. D-16 cupped Orion’s faceplate and chuckled.
“I’m feeling so good– Do you want to… keep going?” D-16 averted his optics shyly as he spoke. Orion kissed D-16 quickly once more and spun him around again until he yelped and giggled and begged for Orion to stop before he got too dizzy.
“Of course I want to keep going… I just– I’ve never done it before.”
D-16 laughed. “Neither have I, Pax!”
Orion seemed to relax at that. “I should probably put you down, then.”
D-16 was set down gingerly and his hands found Orion’s servos again instinctively. Orion looked up at the energon crystals again and then back at D-16, offering a shy smile. He led him to one of the cave walls and sat down against it, patting his lap in a gesture for D-16 to sit down. D-16 felt giddiness and anticipation building up in his chest, as well as a slightly unfamiliar warmth pooling near his pelvis as he sat down in Orion’s lap.
D-16 leaned back against Orion and shuttered his optics, humming softly to himself. “Do you have any clue what to do?”
Orion shrugged. “Not really. Is it– Is it okay if I touch you?”
D-16 nodded with a small snicker. “You ask like you haven’t already.”
Despite his tease, D-16’s breath caught in his vents when he felt Orion press his dermas to his neck. While Orion peppered his neck with kisses, his servos ventured down D-16’s lower half, tracing the outline of his modesty panel before ghosting over his thighs. D-16 shuddered, more warmth pooling where Orion’s servos had just been as he leaned more into Orion’s touch.
“Y-you said you didn’t know what you were doing,” D-16 said quietly. He was a bit surprised with how easily Orion was drawing out these new feelings, and how easily he seemed to roam over D-16’s frame.
Orion kissed right below D-16’s jaw. “I don’t… I’m only doing what I’ve wanted to since I realized how much I loved you.” D-16’s vents hitched when Orion traced over his modesty panel again, only this time, his servos lingered. “It’s a bit embarrassing… But I’ve thought about how I wanted this to go so many times over. And so far you’ve made it more than I could have hoped for.”
D-16 tilted his helm so he could kiss Orion on his dermas. “Leave it to you to have a plan for this.”
Orion chuckled and began to trace the outline of D-16’s modesty panel. He angled his hips slightly into Orion’s servo, making him grin against D-16’s dermas. “I only had a plan for how I wanted to show you my feelings. Everything after is whatever we decide together.” Orion kissed D-16’s jaw once more, making him weak as he shifted against his servo as Orion whispered in his audial. “Maybe if you open your panels, we can–”
Orion could not even finish his sentence before D-16 snapped back his panels, which surprised both of them. Orion chuckled into D-16’s audial and rubbed one of his servos on D-16’s thigh, slowly tracing in toward his now open panel. His valve was already wet with lubricant, and Orion wasted no time in guiding his servos toward his valve.
D-16 jolted slightly with a gasp when Orion’s servo touched his node, and Orion immediately retracted it. “Did that hurt?”
“No– It was just– It felt a bit different than I expected,” D-16 said softly. He leaned back against Orion and kissed him. “I’m sorry, you can keep going.”
Orion nodded. “Don’t apologize, Dee. Promise you’ll let me know if anything feels uncomfortable?” D-16 nodded and Orion grinned. “And let me know what feels good.”
Orion pressed a digit to D-16’s node once more, gently massaging it as D-16 leaned his helm back. “Oh—”
Orion was back to pressing kisses against D-16’s jaw and neck while his servos began to explore D-16’s open panel. One servo focused on D-16’s pulsating node while the other explored his valve. D-16 could feel charge beginning to build up in his lower half, warmth growing in his chassis as his vents hitched and his fans kicked in due to overheating.
“O-Orion– Primus, that feels– that feels good,” D-16 murmured while Orion worked his servos. Orion toyed gently with his node, and D-16 could feel something building up inside of him the more that Orion’s servos touched him. D-16 bucked his hips upward into Orion’s servo, leaning his helm to the side in search of Orion’s dermas. They kissed, but D-16 could hardly keep their dermas together as his breath caught in his intake and he choked on a moan.
“Ah– Ah–” D-16 was struggling to formulate words as Orion rubbed his node, his digits going slightly deeper into D-16’s valve. Torn between pushing his hips down for his valve or bucking his hips up for his node, D-16 only leaned his helm back and moaned while Orion kissed and nibbled at his neck.
“Are you close?”
“I don’t know– Just– Don’t stop,” D-16 whined, his own servos gripping Orion’s thighs.
Orion chuckled into D-16’s audial, making that charge build up even more. He was so warm, he was so charged, he felt so good that he could hardly keep up with his processor. D-16 moaned and whined, but he soon felt the charge build up so much that it felt almost unbearable. He whimpered and gripped at Orion’s thighs, feeling the charge build up so much he thought he might burn from overheating.
The charge suddenly burst and D-16 overloaded with a sharp gasp and a moan. There was a wave of pleasure that rushed through his entire body, almost making him shudder. He was tingly and leaned against Orion after the overload.
“Did you overload?”
“I think so… that was amazing…” D-16 said, his voice soft and blissful. Orion chuckled and tilted D-16’s helm to kiss his dermas, smiling into the kiss.
“I almost wish I had been able to see your face…” Orion sighed playfully as he gently rubbed D-16’s thigh.
D-16 shifted in Orion’s lap, pulling his dermas away from the kiss. Orion whined softly, but he did not protest otherwise as D-16 turned around in his lap, his knees on either side of Orion as he straddled his lap. Orion’s optics twinkled brightly, watching D-16 with a loving smile as D-16 pressed their dermas together once more.
“Open your panel,” D-16 said, a bit more force than he intended in his voice.
Orion raised his optical ridge and grinned. “Are you going to return the favor?”
“Something like that…” D-16 hummed. He placed a palm on Orion’s modesty panel and rubbed it, making Orion’s vents catch. It clicked back almost immediately, and D-16’s optics widened when he saw Orion’s spike. “Oh…”
D-16 immediately regretted his awe when Orion smirked. He knew deep down that he had just inflated Orion’s ego just the slightest bit, but he did not seem to care as much as he thought he would as he looked at Orion’s spike. It was already leaking lubricant and almost pulsing with charge.
Orion shifted and D-16 realized he had been staring. He pressed his dermas to Orion’s and cupped his faceplate, using his other servo to push himself up slightly. D-16 pulled away after a few moments and positioned himself above Orion’s spike, biting his derma. Orion’s optics widened as he realized what D-16 was doing.
“Dee–”
“I want you, Orion Pax,” D-16 murmured against Orion’s audial, making him shiver. “I want you so deep in me that I cannot walk tomorrow.” Orion swallowed a lump in his now dry throat and nodded. D-16 chuckled. “Do I finally have you at a loss for words?”
Orion nodded again. D-16 hummed, guiding Orion’s servos to his aft, which Orion gave a light squeeze. He lowered himself on Orion’s spike, slowly, taking in all of his length as he bit back a moan. It was big, and it almost hurt going in, but the lubricant from D-16’s previous overload made his valve slick enough to take him. Orion held his breath from the moment his spike began to enter D-16, only releasing it with a soft moan as D-16 took in all of his spike.
D-16 took a shaky breath and lifted himself up slowly, adjusting to the feeling of Orion’s spike inside of him. He fit Orion so well, and as he lowered himself back down onto Orion’s spike, he moaned. He continued going up and down on Orion’s spike, eventually finding a rhythm.
Orion moaned loudly and squeezed D-16’s aft tightly, nearly denting his plating. D-16 huffed out a laugh between his own moans as he watched Orion, whose optics were glowing brighter than before as he leaned his helm back and watched D-16 ride him.
“Dee– Dee, you– Hah! You feel so good–” Orion could hardly catch his breath between his moaning. D-16 could feel charge building in him again as Orion’s spike slid in and out of him. His faceplate was warm and he tried to kiss Orion, but it was difficult as he rode him. Orion gripped his aft tightly as D-16 took in more of his spike, bucking his hips up slightly in tandem with D-16.
The charge was building fast as D-16 bounced up and down on Orion’s spike, panting and moaning. He finally felt it burst, washing over him again as he sank into Orion’s lap, lost to the pleasure of his overload. Orion was not there yet, and he lifted D-16 by his aft, still deep inside his valve, and lowered him backward onto the rock floor of the cavern. He thrust into D-16, pressing their dermas together before D-16 could so much as register the change in position or catch his breath.
After a few more thrusts, D-16 felt warmth explode in his valve as Orion overloaded with a gasping moan. He caught himself on his elbow beside D-16’s head, his spike still inside as he caught his breath. Their dermas quickly found each other again and they kissed, softly and lazily, their processors still sorting through their overloads.
“Dee–” Orion murmured against his dermas, cupping his faceplate. “How are you feeling?”
D-16 hummed and leaned into Orion’s servo. “I feel amazing.”
Orion laughed softly and kissed him once more. They laid there for a while, the energon crystals glowing brightly above them, speaking softly of everything and nothing.
Summary: A late night and some high grade end up revealing a lot more than expected.
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“Primus, you really cannot handle high grade, huh?” D-16 chuckled before taking another swig of his own drink.
Orion Pax blinked his optics slowly. “I can hardly handle you.”
“What does that even mean?”
Orion only hiccuped in response, which signaled to D-16 that it was finally time to go. He gulped down the rest of his high grade and paid the tab before helping Orion out of the chair, the two of them stumbling slightly due to Orion’s processor lagging.
“Why do you get heavier when you’re under the influence?”
“‘Cuz I drank sooooo much high grade— so much that I -hic- I’m at least 50% high grade now,” Orion said. He began to giggle at his own joke, which eventually made him snort. That propelled him into laughter and he threw his head back, nearly knocking him and D-16 over due to their imbalance.
“Easy! This is the last time I take you drinking. How much did you have?”
Orion had trouble focusing his optics when D-16 stared at him. He held up his servos and slowly raised all ten of his digits, one at a time. “Thiiis much.”
D-16 glared at him. “Don’t lie to me.”
Orion frowned with his lip pouted. He lowered his digits so he was only holding up his pointer digit on either servo. “This much…” He said in a slightly defeated tone. D-16 held back a laugh.
“You only had two? You’re worse than I thought.”
Orion narrowed his optics and used his raised digits to poke at D-16’s faceplate. He swatted his servos away with a grumble and Orion began to giggle again. D-16 sighed and rolled his optics. He took Orion’s servo in his own and put his arm over his shoulder so that he could walk him better.
“Careful, Dee—” Orion murmured with a silly grin on his face. He pressed his helm into D-16’s chest while they walked, hiccuping again. “You’ll make me fall in love with you again.”
D-16 grumbled, not entirely registering what Orion had said. “This is the third time I’ve had to walk your sorry aft home, and I’m going to have to deal with your processor-ache in the morning and— wait, what did you say?”
Orion dragged his feet slightly as they continued to walk. His head began to loll back and D-16 adjusted him with his shoulder. “Orion, what did you say just now?”
Orion held up two digits again. “This much?”
“No, no, no, after that. About falling in love with me.”
Orion giggled, though there was a bit of nervousness to his giggles this time. He did not say anything for a few moments, and D-16 slowed his walk when Orion finally spoke.
“Dee, I really—” Orion stared longingly into D-16’s optics, making his vents hitch. He smiled softly and his optics flickered down to D-16’s dermas for just a moment before he looked up again. “I really -hic- I really need to use the restroom.”
D-16 paused for a moment, registering what Orion had said, and then laughed softly. “You’re so weird. C’mon, let’s get you home.”
Orion hummed and nodded, then began to giggle again. D-16 rolled his optics and placed a servo on Orion’s hip to make sure that he did not fall over. Orion placed his servo over D-16’s and tried to lace their digits together. D-16 glanced at Orion, but said nothing in protest otherwise, tightening his grip on Orion’s servo as they walked.
“Dee,” Orion murmured. “Can we sit down for a minute?”
D-16 nodded, guiding Orion to a bench near one of the alleys. D-16 sat him down and stood beside him. Orion looked up at him with a frown and took hold of one of his servos, playing with his digits before pulling him down toward the bench.
“You’re too far away up there. Sit with me,” Orion insisted, and D-16 begrudgingly obeyed.
“Your processor is going to hate you tomorrow.”
“I only had two, though.”
D-16 could not hold back a laugh this time, thinking of the four that he had himself. He was definitely buzzed, but at least he could walk in a straight line without assistance. Orion continued to play with D-16’s digits, gently tracing the inside of his servo and toying with the tips of his digits. Orion’s touch was soft and ticklish, but it was entertaining him, so D-16 did not try and pull his servo away.
Orion then began to trace up D-16’s arm, feeling every ridge and dent that he had collected over the years in the mines. D-16 had begun to space out, thinking of other things while Orion continued to explore the ridges of his body.
D-16 only came back to reality when Orion was beginning to trace his faceplate. He turned to face Orion, who pulled his servo away without breaking optic contact. “How have I never seen you?”
“What are you talking about? I see you every day,” D-16 chuckled, but Orion shook his helm.
“Maybe I should fall in love with you again… So I can see all of you this time.”
D-16 felt his faceplates warm, and he was sure this time that he had not misheard Orion.
Love? Was Orion… in love with him?
D-16’s processor whirled as he watched Orion, whose optics were trailing up and down his body. Suddenly aware of how much longing was in Orion’s gaze, D-16 stared into his optics and absentmindedly reached for Orion’s servo. Their digits brushed and D-16 flinched slightly despite being the one to initiate the touch.
Orion, despite the state of his processor, confidently took D-16’s servo in his own. He smiled sheepishly and finally tore his gaze away. “Uh oh…”
“‘Uh oh’? Pax, are you okay?” D-16’s intake was dry, his glossa heavy as he fretted over Orion. His chest felt tight, his spark beating fast, and his focus was locked in on Orion, who was now leaning his frame against D-16’s shoulder.
“I’m fine, I just– I think I just fell in love with you again,” Orion sighed, tilting his helm so that he could look at D-16. “You’re mesmerizing.”
D-16 burned. “Pax– Pax you can’t just say stuff like that!” He paused and tightened his grip on Orion’s servo. His glossa felt like lead in his mouth, but he finally mustered up the courage to ask his question. “How did you fall in love with me?”
Orion chuckled, shuttering his optics and leaning closer. “You made it too easy.” He gently lifted the servo that held D-16’s, not letting go as he rocked their servos back and forth in a mindless motion. It had always been a habit of Orion’s to gesture while he talked, and now he was bringing D-16 in. “You’re always– always there for me, and I feel so at home with you.”
D-16 was listening intently to Orion, his spark thrumming as he continued on. “I mean, we do live together, so of course you’re my home, but you’re so much more. You listen to me when no one else will, and every time you speak I feel like I get lost in your voice. You keep me grounded, and I feel like if I were without you–” Orion paused to hiccup, but then did not continue.
D-16 wanted to press Orion for more, wanted to tell him how much he felt for Orion as well, but every word was caught in his intake. They sat in silence for a while, and despite D-16 priding himself on words, he found himself incapable of a response. His processor tried so many times to formulate, but so many things he wanted to say rolled over each other like waves. He felt like he was on an ocean, and all he had to do was drink the water in order to know exactly what to say, but the salinity would rust him, the water would kill him to drink.
So he stayed silent.
Orion shifted after a few moments and pulled away from D-16. The absence of his frame was jolting, and every word that D-16 had tried to formulate suddenly threatened to leap from his throat. Orion was the reckless one, he was the bold one who always took risks that almost never paid off. D-16 was supposed to stay in line and never let his friend go too far. Orion had stepped over a line and was holding his arms open for D-16, but he was afraid to cross that line, no matter how bad he yearned to be with him.
“Dee…” Orion said, so softly that D-16’s audials hardly picked up on it. Words had become so difficult, so elusive. D-16 turned to look at Orion, whose optical ridge was furrowed with worry. “Dee, I don’t feel good.”
Suddenly aware of the situation again, D-16 felt his processor readjust and his spark settle. “Let’s get you back to recharge. C’mere.”
D-16 stood and helped Orion up, more aware of how he touched Orion than ever. He had always kept his feelings close to his chest, and had tried to push them down whenever he was with Orion. But after hearing Orion say how similarly he felt, it was hard to keep the lid on them.
Orion was easy enough to guide back to the dormitories and D-16 helped him into his recharge station. He held onto D-16’s servo, but as he drifted off, his digits slowly loosened until his servo fell down by his side. D-16 watched until Orion was fully in recharge, and then also glanced around the dormitories. Everyone else was either asleep, on their shift, or otherwise not in the general area. D-16 took a deep, shuddering breath and looked once more at Orion. He hesitated for a moment, his servos twitching with indecision, but he finally leaned forward and pressed his dermas to the top of Orion’s helm.
Summary: Orion Pax has promised D-16 a night to remember, and D-16 makes sure that he's thoroughly prepared.
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D-16 walked quickly through the streets of Iacon, avoiding the surrounding bots’ optics. He was on the hunt for a gift for Orion Pax, but he could feel his spark hammering in his chest as he stepped closer and closer toward the red-light district.
Dee, I really want to have a whole night with you. Just the two of us! Orion’s voice echoed in D-16’s processor as he slowed his pace, taking in the neon lights of the street. We won’t have to worry about anyone walking in on us. We could even–
D-16 gulped as he stared down the street. There were hardly any other bots, but the noisy clamor of activity still echoed. The shop signs were almost all made with neon lights, but most were not on. He slowly began to walk down the street, then did a quick scan of his surroundings. After deciding there were no bots that he recognized or that would care about his presence, he continued down the street.
There were several couples walking down the street, arms linked, though he was not sure of the exact relationship status of most of them. He tried to avoid locking optics with any of them, looking for a shop that would have what he was looking for.
He came across the window of a particular storefront and peeked in, seeing a wide variety of different interface toys and special interface accessories. The neon sign was on above, signaling that it was open. D-16 took a deep breath and glanced side-to-side once more, then entered the store.
D-16 fiddled with his thumbs awkwardly as he walked into the store, tried to redirect his optics anywhere that did not have some sort of interface toy, and failed miserably. There were so many different colors and shapes and sizes of so many different vibrators and plugs and dildos… D-16 was immediately overwhelmed by the options.
“Hello there!” D-16’s helm whipped around and he was met with a shorter bot that was too close in his personal space. The bot grinned when he noticed the look on D-16’s face and made a gesture behind him to a display filled with a variety of dildos. “Welcome to Dipstick’s Deviant Delights! My name’s Dipstick. How can I help you today?”
The last thing D-16 had been expecting from an interface shop was customer service. He blinked and swallowed the lump in his intake, trying to find any sort of words to communicate what he was looking for.
Dipstick waved a servo. “Are you in here for just yourself or for a partner?”
D-16 felt his spark beating faster as he thought of Orion. Oh Primus, what would Orion even like? D-16 should have thought it through more before making the whole trek to the red-light district, but it was too late for second guessing now.
“Uhm… my partner…”
Dipstick nodded and held his chin with his servo. “Nice, nice… So what are you two into?”
D-16 froze. “Pardon?”
“You seem like you’re into oral,” Dipstick observed casually, making D-16’s faceplate heat immensely. “Perhaps a flavored lubricant? I have a selection of ones that sensitize the valve and node. I also have a wide variety of vibrators for internal stimulation if you’d like to stimulate your partner's valve while you work your glossa."
“I-I don’t– My partner, he–” D-16 stammered, his servos making stiff gestures as he tried to formulate a proper response. He took a deep breath. “Do you have any… uhm… node vibrators?”
Dipstick nodded, a small grin growing on his face. “We do, indeed! Our bullets are the most popular, but wands are a good investment as well…” Dipstick guided D-16 over to the selection of vibrators for external stimulation and waved a servo. “Please let me know if you need anything else!”
D-16 nodded and released a shaky breath once Dipstick walked out of sight. D-16 looked at the shelf of vibrators, but he did not dare touch any. He had done a bit of his own research before coming in, so he had a rough idea of what to get, but there was such an overwhelming variety of options that he found himself struggling to pick.
D-16 found himself drawn to a purple wand vibrator and slowly reached for it. It was still in the package, but it looked good on the cover of the box. There were a few settings and it lit up on the head, and D-16 decided it was good for what he was looking for.
D-16 glanced around the rest of the store, looking for anything else that might be of interest for himself or Orion. His optics wandered toward the back of the store, where there was a selection of interface accessories. Before he realized his pedes were moving, he was facing the wall and looking at the different items.
There were so many and most of them D-16 did not even know what they did. He saw a few floggers, some blindfolds and gags, but he did not recognize most of the other items. He did, however, find himself glancing at a pair of purple cuffs. He glanced down at the vibrator he had grabbed and noticed that it was a very similar shade of purple.
As D-16 narrowed his optics in contemplation, Dipstick popped back over, clearly having nothing better to do than provide D-16 with assistance. “Ah, those are very popular. It’s a great introduction for couples interested in bondage.”
D-16 nearly jumped at the sound of Dipstick’s voice. He nodded and glanced back at the handcuffs. “They look… fun?”
Dipstick nodded and pulled them off the wall. He glanced at the vibrator D-16 had selected as well and a knowing grin crept up his face. “They’re very fun! Tell you what, I’ll give you a nice deal: if you buy that vibrator and these cuffs, I’ll give you half off the cuffs and throw in a sensitizing lubricant for free! I might even have a purple sensitizer in the back if you’re going for a theme.”
D-16 hesitated, not sure how the cuffs would go over with Orion. He looked again at the vibrator, then the cuffs, and then made his decision.
“Can you tell me a bit more about that sensitizer?”
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“Pax, where are we going?” D-16 groaned as Orion dragged him along by the servo, leading him through the nearly deserted streets of Iacon.
“It’s a surprise!” Orion insisted. He then grinned, gesturing to the shopping bag D-16 was holding. “If you tell me what’s in the bag I’ll tell you where we’re going.”
D-16’s faceplate heated as he remembered what was in the bag and shook his helm. Orion laughed and tugged on D-16's servo again.
“So secretive! Well, we’re almost there, so get ready!”
It was late, much later than Orion and D-16 were normally out and about. They had the day off the following day, so Orion had decided that it would be a perfect night for them to get out of the living quarters that they shared with the other miners. He had not told D-16 anything about where they were going, so D-16 was entirely in the dark. All he knew was that there was the hinted promise of interfacing, so he was hoping that Orion was not leading him to a random alley… again.
Sharing a living space with the other miners limited their privacy, so it was difficult to even get a few kisses in without someone making a comment. Interfacing was a whole other issue, although they had managed to sneak a few quickies in only semi-public spaces.
The mines had been where they first interfaced when they had managed to sneak away a few times on their breaks. The showers had been the best place so far, and part of what made it so exhilarating had been the riskiness of it. They had also, much to D-16’s chagrin, done it in an alley, which he swore to never do again. But with the way Orion was guiding him around the city, he was getting worried.
Orion, however, then led D-16 around the corner toward one of the hotels in Iacon. Orion turned to D-16 with a grin and gestured his helm to the building. “I figured it might be nice to get away for a night. We don’t have to worry about getting disrupted from recharge, and we can… well, y’know.”
D-16 could feel his intake getting a bit dry as thoughts began to swirl in his mind. He imagined all the different things they had not yet tried, and then thought of what they could do with what he had in the bag. He nodded his helm, returning a smile to Orion. “Oh, I know. Did you already book a room?”
Orion nodded, pulling a small datacard out with a smirk. “Of course, I did! And we’re already checked in, so we can go straight up. Just you and me.”
D-16 wanted to kiss Orion immediately. D-16 wanted his dermas against Orion’s faceplate, against his neck cables, against his valve. D-16 squeezed Orion’s servo and was now leading Orion into the hotel lobby, making Orion laugh as he followed along. D-16 realized once they were by the elevators that he did not know where the room was. Orion chuckled and punched the button.
The two of them entered the elevator when it arrived, and as soon Orion punched in the button for the twelfth floor and the doors closed, D-16 was on him. Orion nearly burst into laughter at D-16’s eagerness, but he was quickly overtaken by a gasp when D-16 placed a servo on his thigh, pulling his leg up as he pressed into him. Orion hit the elevator wall and kissed D-16 back, the elevator finally going up to the twelfth floor while the two of them made out.
“Mmh, Dee– Dee, you’re so–”
The elevator dinged and D-16 quickly pulled away from Orion, watching the door. It opened, but there was no one there. D-16 was confused for a moment before he realized that the elevator had done what it was supposed to and that they were on the twelfth floor. Orion chuckled slyly and squeezed D-16’s aft teasingly, making him hiss.
“Oh, suddenly you’re shy?” Orion quipped.
D-16 grumbled. “I’m not– Don’t tease me, Pax…”
“Or what? You’ll–” Orion gasped when D-16 picked him up, one arm under his knees and the other on his back.
D-16 smirked. “Or I’ll frag you so thoroughly that you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Orion, for once, seemed to be at a loss for words. He stammered with wide optics as D-16 carried him out of the elevator and looked up and down the hallway, unsure of where to go.
“1246,” Orion finally managed to say, staring up at D-16. “The room number.”
D-16 smiled and carried Orion down the hall toward the room. When he came up to the room door, he tilted Orion slightly in his arms so that he could scan the room lock with the datacard and open the door for the two of them. D-16 pushed the door open more with his ped and carried Orion in, taking in the hotel room.
It was so much nicer than the living quarters they were in. There was one berth in the middle of the room, and across from it was a television. The berth was more than big enough for both of them, and it looked much cozier than the standing berths they were used to. The window showed all of Iacon city, which was lit up despite the late night.
Orion tapped D-16’s shoulder, asking him to be put down. D-16 shrugged and tossed him onto the berth, making Orion yelp. “Hey!”
But D-16 was already straddling Orion, kissing him once more. Orion leaned back and cupped D-16’s faceplate, opening his dermas to let D-16’s glossa in. Their glossas danced and D-16 held onto Orion’s hips, squeezing them gently as he moaned into the kiss.
After a few moments, D-16 finally pulled away, giving them both a chance to catch their breath. Orion let one servo lay against his forehelm and he stared up at D-16 with soft optics, his mouth open for more.
“Before we keep going,” D-16 hesitated slightly, glancing at the bag that sat at the foot of the berth. Orion propped himself up on his elbows, noticing where D-16’s optics were looking. D-16 shrugged. “I… I got you something. Do you want to open it?”
Orion beamed and nodded. D-16 handed him the bag and looked away as he began to open it. Orion pulled out the sensitizer first, looking slightly confused until he read the label. He grinned deviously and looked at D-16, who was still averting his gaze. Orion redirected D-16’s face toward his own, forcing him to look at Orion.
“Dee… What exactly are you implying here?”
D-16’s faceplate rushed with heat. “You are so mean.”
Orion laughed and kissed D-16 quickly. He pulled the cuffs out of the bag next, which was what D-16 had been dreading the most. Orion raised an optical ridge, but his grin only widened.
“Oh my, Dee! I didn’t know you had this kind of thing in mind. Are these for me or for you?”
D-16 tried to avert his gaze again, but Orion redirected him again. D-16 huffed. “If you keep acting like this, I’m going to cuff you to the bed and leave.”
Orion hummed. “I think you’d miss me too much.”
Before D-16 could make a proper retort, Orion pulled the vibrator out of the bag. This was where he looked genuinely surprised, glancing at D-16 with wide optics.
“Dee…”
D-16 shifted awkwardly. “I get it if it’s too much, we don’t have to use any of it if you don’t want to. I just figured… I don’t know…”
Orion shook his helm with a grin. “I’m just… Well, I’m sensing you had a certain color scheme in mind when you picked all of this out.”
D-16 put his servos to his faceplate and groaned. “Pax–!”
Orion laughed and pulled D-16’s servos away from his helm to kiss him. “Dee, you know I’m only teasing you! I think tonight is going to be fun… Where should we start?”
D-16 hummed against Orion’s dermas and pulled him in for another kiss. “Lay down and I’ll show you.”
Orion smirked and did as D-16 asked, laying back across the berth. D-16 sat above him on his knees and admired his body for a few moments, drinking in his form until Orion nudged his leg gently with his ped.
D-16 leaned down and began to kiss Orion again, his servos tracing down Orion’s chassis toward his panel, which he palmed lightly until Orion finally opened it. D-16 kissed him for just a little while longer before he began to trail his way down, kissing Orion’s neck cables and his chest. He went down his chassis, gently placing kisses all the way down before finding himself in front of Orion’s valve.
D-16 glanced back up at Orion, who was watching him with soft intent. He lifted his hips gently and D-16 hummed, turning his attention back to Orion’s valve. D-16 pressed a kiss to the inside of Orion’s thigh, one servo on the other thigh as he leaned into the space between his legs.
D-16 began to work his glossa on Orion’s valve, making his breath hitch as he let his helm fall back. He pressed the back of his servo to his dermas, the other curling on the sheets of the berth beneath them.
“D-Dee…”
D-16 gently dragged his glossa up Orion’s valve and kissed his node. Orion shivered and D-16 smiled, pressing one more soft kiss to his node before continuing to trail his glossa along his valve. Orion revved and reached a servo down to grasp D-16’s helm. He moaned softly, biting his derma to keep quiet as D-16 continued.
“I want to hear you, Pax,” D-16 lifted his head for a moment, making Orion whine.
“But what if–”
“What, suddenly you’re shy?” D-16 mocked teasingly, a small grin on his face. When Orion pouted, his grin softened to a smile. “No one will hear us. It’s just the two of us, right? I want to hear every little noise you want to make, Pax. Please…”
D-16 waited until Orion nodded. “Okay, okay… Now can you… y’know…?”
D-16 smirked and leaned back down to Orion’s valve. He kissed his inner thighs a few more times until Orion whined, then began to trail his glossa up his valve. He pressed a kiss to the node before gently lapping at it with the tip of his glossa. Orion’s hips twitched and he moaned, louder this time. D-16 smiled in satisfaction and pressed his glossa against his node, his servo gently squeezing Orion’s inner thigh.
Orion let his servos find D-16’s helm again and he leaned into D-16’s mouth, begging for more. D-16 obliged, closing his dermas around Orion’s node as he gave it a gentle suck before dragging the flat of his glossa across it.
Orion moaned softly as he held onto D-16’s helm, his own helm falling back as he let his thighs tighten around D-16. “Oh, Primus–”
D-16 gauged how close Orion was to overload by his quickened breathing, his soft moaning, and the grip he had on D-16’s helm. He kept up the pace with his glossa until Orion let out a cry of overload, then gently lapped at his valve and node until Orion had ridden the waves of it out. He slunk back into the berth slightly and D-16 climbed up over his body, nuzzling his face into the crook of Orion’s neck while his servos explored his chassis.
“I can’t wait to hear more of you tonight,” D-16 praised softly, nipping at Orion’s neck cables. He cupped Orion’s faceplate and leaned in to kiss him, separating his dermas with his glossa as Orion moaned into him.
“Mmh– Oh! Do you want to try any of your shiny new toys?” Orion chuckled, gesturing to the sensitizer, cuffs, and vibrator that sat on the edge of the berth. D-16 nodded, having forgotten about them after being caught up with Orion’s valve.
“What do you want to try first?” D-16 asked, looking at Orion expectantly. Orion sat up, propping himself on his elbows as D-16 gently rubbed his thigh. Orion picked up the vibrator, looking at D-16 with a small smirk.
“I don’t suppose you already charged this?” Orion chuckled, looking for the button to turn it on. He found it and held it down and the vibrator began glowing and vibrating at a lower speed. “Oh my, Dee! Aren’t you prepared?”
D-16 averted his optics in mild embarrassment. “How do you want to use it? I could use it on you, or… I don’t know.”
Orion rolled his optics and shook his helm. “As much as I would love it, I can’t have you pleasuring just me all night. Why don’t we share it?”
D-16 raised an optical ridge. “Share it? How would–”
Orion smirked and spread his legs, gesturing for D-16 to do the same. D-16 did so and Orion scooted closer to him, putting one leg over D-16’s hip while the other went under D-16’s other leg. His valve was pressed against D-16’s panel, which he was waiting to open.
Orion chuckled. “It would be helpful if you opened your panel.” D-16 grumbled and did so, his faceplate heating at the fact that he had not done so earlier. Orion cooed at him with a small grin. “Such a pretty valve… Next time, I want to have my mouth on it.”
“Pax…” D-16 whined, making Orion laugh softly.
Orion rubbed D-16’s inner thigh, making his valve ache with anticipation. “Do you want to use the sensitizer as well? It might be interesting to try it.”
D-16 shrugged. “If you want to try it… It was a freebie from the shop.”
Orion chuckled. “Might as well make the most of it then, right?”
Orion uncapped the sensitizer and poured some into his servo. He gently lathered D-16’s node and valve, making him moan softly at the touch. It was a bit cold, but it was warmed by Orion’s touch. Orion spread it over his own node and valve, inhaling quickly as he spread it around.
As soon as they were covered in the sensitizer, Orion picked up the vibrator. D-16 watched as Orion took the vibrator and put it between their valves, making D-16 flinch at the sudden contact it had with his node. It was a colder touch than he was used to on his node, but he was not able to think about it for long before Orion turned on the vibration and made them both gasp in surprise.
“Ah–!” Orion gasped, nearly dropping the wand as he leaned back on his other servo.
“Nghn–!” D-16 lurched forward with a moan as he held onto Orion’s thigh for support, squeezing it slightly.
The sensitizer made D-16’s node tingle wildly with pleasure, which only intensified with the vibrator. He looked up and saw Orion biting his derma before letting out another moan. He looked at D-16 and smiled, clicking the button again to speed up the vibration. D-16 gasped, letting out a moan that was louder than he expected.
D-16 felt himself getting close to overload already, but they had hardly even started. Orion looked to be in a similar state, panting and moaning as he watched D-16 with heavy lidded optics.
“Mmh– Hah! Dee, it feels– Oh–!” Orion whined, clearly close to overload as he pushed himself closer to D-16 and into the wand.
The pressure from the wand increased as Orion leaned forward, pushing D-16 into overload. D-16 let out a gasp as he overloaded. “Ah– Ah! Pax!”
The vibrator was so intense after D-16 overloaded that he almost felt the need to pull away, but he did not until Orion had also overloaded and ridden it out. He quickly pulled the vibrator away, which was slick with their lubricant and the sensitizer, and turned it off.
The two of them were panting heavily after the intensity of their overload. They stared at each other until Orion chuckled softly. “That– That was–”
“Intense,” D-16 filled in for Orion, making him laugh softly. He set the vibrator down on the berth and leaned in to kiss D-16, their legs still tangled together as their valves rubbed against each other.
D-16 gasped into the kiss, his node still sensitive and tingling after the overload. Orion hummed against his dermas, shifting his hips slightly so their valves were no longer touching, and continued to kiss him softly.
D-16 let his servos wander down Orion’s chassis and squeeze his aft when they found it. Orion whined and D-16 only groaned in response, squeezing it again.
“Mmh– Dee– Dee, wait…”
“Hmm? What is it?” D-16 pulled away, watching Orion intently.
Orion grinned sheepishly, looking down at the berth. “We still have one thing left to try…”
D-16 followed Orion’s gaze to the handcuffs and chuckled. “You still have energy? What have you been eating, Pax?”
Orion shrugged. “Not enough of you, unfortunately.”
D-16 sputtered and Orion laughed, untangling their legs and reaching for the cuffs. While D-16 recovered from Orion’s tease, Orion picked up the cuffs and inspected them with glee.
“You still didn’t tell me who’s getting cuffed,” Orion teased, dangling the cuffs in front of D-16’s face. “Do you want to wear them while I frag you? Or do you want to see me in them, laid out on the bed while you do what you want with me?”
D-16’s faceplate heated, and he felt his spike pressurize under his panel at the thought of Orion on the bed, sprawled out, ready to take him. That had been his initial intention in buying them, but he could tell that Orion was interested in both options.
D-16 took the cuffs from Orion, trying to keep his expression level as he gestured for Orion’s servos. Orion grinned, holding his servos out like he was being arrested. As D-16 put the cuffs on his wrist, he leaned forward into D-16’s audials. “Do what you want with me.”
D-16 revved. He pushed Orion back down on the bed and forced his servos above his head, making Orion chuckle in amusement. He put the handcuffs around the top frame of the berth and then hesitated around Orion’s other wrist.
“You’re sure this is okay?”
Orion rolled his optics and nodded his head with a smile. “Of course, Dee. I’d tell you if I was uncomfortable with it. Now can you finish cuffing me so you can frag me?”
D-16 nodded eagerly and clipped the cuff around Orion’s other wrist, letting his servos trail down Orion’s arms. Orion shivered and giggled softly, but D-16 continued to trace his servos down to Orion’s chest, watching him intently.
Every inch of him was so beautiful, so enticing. He could hardly wait another second before getting inside of him.
Orion, apparently, could not wait another second either. He cleared his intake with a small grin on his face.
“If you keep admiring me like that, I’m going to get all flustered.”
D-16 felt his faceplate heat, but he quickly brushed his own embarrassment aside in order to tease Orion. “It’s hard not to admire perfection.”
Orion smiled softly and averted his gaze. “Dee…”
“I’ve never wanted much,” D-16 continued, letting one servo trail down Orion’s chassis to his hip. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “But I want you so much it feels unreal that I get to have you. In fact, I think I’ve been so spoiled by you that you’ve become a need.” D-16 cupped Orion’s faceplate and pressed a kiss to his dermas. “I need you almost as much as I need energon to stay alive. I want to be with you almost as much as I need to be with you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Orion Pax.”
D-16 could feel Orion’s faceplate growing warm, and he smiled softly before kissing his dermas once more. Orion whined into the kiss and D-16 pulled away, watching him with a small smirk.
“You can’t say all that stuff while I can’t touch you, Dee,” Orion whined, tugging lightly on the handcuffs. “It’s not fair!”
D-16 chuckled. “Well, then how about I touch you to make up for it? Where should I start?”
Orion huffed, lifting his hips slightly. “You know damn well where you should start.”
D-16 obliged. He opened his panel, his spike pressurized and already leaking lubricant as it pulsed with charge. Orion gazed at D-16 with a small smirk and shifted his hips, ready to take D-16’s spike in its entirety. D-16 placed a servo on Orion’s hip and slowly began to put his spike in. Orion stiffened slightly but relaxed under D-16’s gentle touch. As soon as he was all the way in, Orion released the breath he had been holding and D-16 slowly began to thrust.
D-16 huffed as he felt the tightness of Orion’s valve. He was slick with lubricant from his first two overloads, which made his spike slide inside him with ease. D-16 leaned down to kiss Orion while he thrust rhythmically into him, holding his aft with one servo while the other kept D-16 supported on the berth.
“Dee– Oh, oh– Don’t stop–!” Orion moaned loudly, any previous worry of being heard going completely out the window as D-16 thrust into him.
“Pax you– you feel so good–” D-16 panted, moaning softly.
D-16 took Orion’s aft and pushed him up slightly so he could angle his spike further into him. Orion gasped out a moaning cry and tugged lightly on the handcuffs, which only made D-16 want him even more.
D-16 chuckled softly through his huffing and moaning. “Still enjoying the cuffs, Pax?”
Orion whined and tugged on them. “I wish I– I wish I could hold you–”
D-16 almost laughed. “So you could scratch up my plating again?”
D-16 thrust deeper into Orion and he threw his helm back with a loud moan before he could protest D-16’s teasing. D-16 gave Orion’s aft a soft squeeze, making him whine and huff.
“Pax, I’m close–” D-16 panted as he began to thrust faster, making Orion gasp and shift his hips to be closer to D-16, wanting to take in more of his spike.
“I’m– I’m almost– Ahh!” Orion threw his helm back as he overloaded, tugging on the cuffs tightly. D-16 was overloaded soon after, his lubricant filling Orion as he leaned down beside him, panting.
D-16 slowly pulled out of Orion after a few moments, his lubricant spilling out onto the berth sheets. Orion tugged lightly on the handcuffs, still in bliss after his third overload of the night, and watched D-16 intently.
“Dee… Can you uncuff me now?”
D-16 put a servo to his chin and furrowed his optical ridge. “Hmm… I’ll consider it… Give me a good reason?”
“Uhm… you love me?”
D-16 shrugged. “Good enough.”
D-16 uncuffed Orion, setting the handcuffs aside before falling next to Orion as he wrapped his arms around him.
“That was incredible, Dee…”
“It really was…” D-16 agreed, staring at Orion’s optics as he gently caressed his face. “We should get a hotel room more often.”
Orion laughed and nodded his helm in agreement. The two of them chatted and giggled for a little while longer, exchanging kisses and caresses until they eventually fell asleep.
wore this dress so you could take it off (or not) {NSFW}
Zelda x Link
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Word Count: 2.4k (under the cut)
Summary: Zelda is wearing her formalwear, and Link can't help but stare.
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A gold circlet adorned the crown of her head, a single ruby in the center glistening in the sun. The rich metal was nothing compared to the golden locks of hair that fell down past her shoulders and lingered at her waist, with not a single strand out of place. Her gown was a deep and velvety blue, with sleeves that nearly touched the floor but that did not hide her lovely hands which were carefully folded across her front.
Hylia, every part of her was perfect.
Her gaze drifted from the Sheikah scientists over to Link, who had been staring from beside her. He quickly averted his gaze, a small blush creeping up his cheeks. She smiled elegantly and unperturbed, as any princess would, and turned back to the Sheikah.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. I’ll be sure to let Purah know so we can reconfigure the settings tomorrow.”
The Sheikah bowed their heads. “Of course, Princess.”
As they left, Zelda turned back around to Link, hands on her hips and a teasing smirk on her lips. “I don’t have something on my face, do I?”
Link shook his head, maintaining a straight face as Zelda stepped toward him. He looked away again, but she drew his gaze back by directing his chin in her direction. With that simple touch, his blush returned, and his eyes were locked with Zelda’s.
“What was it that caught your eye then, hmm?”
“Nothing in particular…” Link said softly. His intent stare flitted down to Zelda’s lips, which spread into a grin as she noticed his gaze. She leaned just a bit closer, tilting her head.
“Nothing in particular?”
Link opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it, leaning in as Zelda did. Zelda smiled, flicked up his chin, and walked off, her heels clicking as she stepped. “Good. Then let’s get going!”
With her dress trailing behind her, Link stumbled as he caught up, his heart palpitating from the excitement that had just become a taunt. He knew that Zelda loved to tease, but in the end, she never went back on her word. If she offered it, he would get it eventually.
As they went through the rest of her endless duties that day, Link could not stop staring at her. The train of the skirt that trailed behind her, the white leather corset that made her waist look perfect for his hands, the collar that hid part of her neck where his lips were just a few evenings before…
As he came out of his daze, he noticed that she was staring back at him with a coy smile. He looked away, waiting for her to return to her work before he let his gaze fall on her again. He felt that every second he did not spend drinking in her image was a second that he spent recalling her small details. Her smart lips, the viridescent glimmer of her eyes, the curve of her hips… There would be no way for him to forget any part of her.
“You’re staring again,” Zelda sang.
The two of them were alone in her study while she made a few notes on the Sheikah research. Her study was in a tower off the side of the castle, a room that she dedicated to her love of knowledge. When he had first been appointed her knight, Zelda would not even let him in. Now, he leaned against one of the bookshelves while she worked.
Link huffed and looked down at his boots. “I’m your appointed knight. It’s my job to keep an eye on you.”
“That’s not all you are…” Zelda said as she stood from her chair and walked over to him. She cupped his face and traced her thumb slowly across his cheek. “You’re my protector. My confidant, my closest companion.”
Link tilted his head and kissed her palm. “And you, Zelda, are my everything.”
Zelda smiled as Link placed his hand against her cheek. He put his other hand on her waist, pulling her in.
“You’re the reason I wake up every morning with a purpose. If I have to fight a war in order to have a future with you, I will fight with my entire being,” He breathed, leaning into her. “All I want in the world is to wake up every morning with you.”
Zelda sighed, pressing her forehead to Link’s. “Why must you always one-up me with your words?”
“The words I spare are for you. I have to make them count.” Link brushed his lips against hers, and she pulled him closer to finally make them meet.
Link pressed his hips to hers to his as they kissed, holding the small of her back. Her hands moved from his cheeks to the nape of his neck and pulled him closer. He pulled away for a moment, savoring the sight of her flushed cheeks and lidded eyes. She whined at the sudden stop of kissing, pressing herself against him. His heart clenched at the sight of her and the touch of her against his front.
He picked her up by the thighs, holding her close as he continued to kiss her, his arousal growing. She moaned softly, holding his cheeks as he carried her over to the desk, setting her down. Her papers fell across the floor, but neither of them cared. Link held her hips, trailing away from her lips to kiss her neck. Zelda’s breath hitched and she held onto Link’s shoulders, leaning her head back to give him more access to her neck.
He was careful not to give her any noticeable marks, kissing just enough to bring out the sweet noises that he knew so well. He reached under her dress, tracing his hand along her shin and up to her thigh. She shivered.
“My dress…” She interrupted with a short breath. Link paused for a moment and pulled away from her neck. “It’s my formalwear, Link.”
“As much as I love the sight of you bare, you look divine right now. I want to see you ruined in this dress so that every time I see you in it, I don’t have to imagine you without it.”
Zelda flushed. “I can’t get anything on it, though.”
Link smiled softly. “That won’t be a problem.”
Zelda could hardly respond before Link was kissing her lips once more, trailing down her neck. He held her hips firmly while he got down on his knees, holding eye contact with her. He snuck his head under her skirt until he was between her legs. He kissed her thighs, hearing her whimper above, and he smiled against her skin.
Her underwear was already wet, and Link toyed with the lace hem. He pulled them off, peppering Zelda’s thighs with kisses as he slid her underwear off until it was at her ankles. He caressed her thighs and Zelda moaned above him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Link murmured, stroking her slit with his fingers, making her quiver.
He kissed her clit and then began. He started with slow licks on her slit, his hands holding her hips in place. She rocked, moaning above him, pleading for more.
“Link– Ah !” She gasped when he flicked his tongue at her clit.
He teased her arousal with his tongue, sucking on her clit before lapping up her wetness. He could feel her rocking her hips, and every moan that escaped her lips only made him want her more. He delved his tongue in and she whined, her legs tightening slightly around Link’s head.
“I’m close, Link– Please …” She pleaded, her moans becoming louder as she neared her climax.
Link savored her while his tongue glided across her slit, running up to her clit, which he gave special attention to. He gently caressed her thighs while he flicked his tongue on her clit, listening for the sounds she was making. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while his tongue ran across her folds, sending her over the edge and into her climax.
She gasped sharply and her legs tightened. As she came, Link continued to lap at her, not letting any of her climax on her dress. He helped her ride out her orgasm with his tongue, as well as gentle caresses and kisses along her inner thighs.
She breathed heavily above Link while he slid out of her dress, admiring her face post-orgasm. Her heavy-lidded eyes and flushed lips and cheeks were a beautiful sight. Even though she was catching her breath, Link could not help but kiss her again.
“ Hylia , I can’t get enough of you,” Link breathed out while he kissed her, caressing her cheek and squeezing her hip.
Zelda hummed softly. “I presume that you enjoyed it with the dress, then?”
“To say I enjoyed it would be an understatement,” Link chuckled as he pressed his forehead to Zelda’s. “Although, I only saw your face after. Would you grant me the honor of seeing everything?”
Zelda cupped his cheek and kissed him. “I suppose I can grant you that.”
Link did not waste another second. He pulled up the hem of Zelda’s dress and propped it behind her on the desk, revealing her slender legs and her arousal. Zelda undid Link’s belt while he pushed her dress up, and she pulled down his pants to reveal his cock. Link kissed Zelda’s lips and gently squeezed her thighs. She pulled away for a moment, placing her hand on Link’s chest.
“I want to see all of you. I want to see the rawest form of you right now,” she breathed. She slipped her fingers through the neckline of his tunic and tugged lightly. “Would you grant me that?”
Link nodded then slowly removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor. He kicked away his pants and took Zelda’s hand, kissing the top where her divine mark was. “I will grant you whatever you desire.”
Zelda smiled. “Then grant me yourself.”
Link cupped her cheeks and kissed her. He sucked on her bottom lip while his hands began to travel down to her chest. He ghosted his hands over her breasts and she leaned into his touch. He lingered there, but his growing arousal made his hands go down even further, ending at her hips. He held her firmly and pulled his lips away for a moment, admiring her once more.
“You’re taking your time,” Zelda teased in short breaths. She traced her hands down the musculature of his back and pulled him closer by his hips.
“I adore every moment I can spend with you, and I want to savor it as long as I can. I want to learn every curve of your body and every little thing that makes you moan,” Link hummed as he tucked some hair behind Zelda’s ear. “If I can steal away some time from the rather busy Princess of Hyrule, I’m going to use every second.”
Zelda leaned forward and kissed him. She spread her legs wider for him: an invitation. Link took it and slid his cock into her. He pressed his lips to hers before she could gasp and slipped his tongue between her lips. She fit tightly around his cock, and he groaned when he was all in. He began to thrust and only parted his lips from hers when they were desperate for air.
Zelda held onto the nape of Link’s neck, her face buried into his shoulder as she panted heavily. She moaned as he settled into a rhythm with his thrusts, and she leaned into him as much as she could. His hands were holding firmly onto her hips, but she took one and guided it to her breasts.
Link caressed her chest and kissed her neck, making Zelda arch her back slightly to give Link more access. As he thrust into her, he watched her reactions. Every breath, every moan. Her lips were pink from his, her cheeks flushed and her eyes yearning for more.
“ Link –” she moaned his name, making Link’s breath hitch. He never got used to hearing her say his name when she was under the influence of her desire, but it made him want her even more.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in more. He groaned as he continued to thrust, his cock even deeper inside of her. Her breaths got quicker, her mouth hanging open as she neared her second orgasm. Link was close as well, beginning to feel warmth coiling in the pit of his stomach as his thrusts lost their rhythm in place of a desperate speed.
“Zelda, you’re so divine ,” Link rasped, a low growl. “Come for me.”
Zelda’s breath hitched and she leaned her head back, her grip tightening on Link’s shoulders. She finally cried out, letting her weight fall against Link as she reached her climax. Link kept thrusting into her, groaning when he climaxed as well.
He held Zelda close, gently stroking her hair as they caught their breath. He pulled out of her, careful not to spill any of his climax on her dress.
When they recovered, Link put Zelda’s underwear back on, using it as an excuse to touch her just a little longer. As he dressed himself, Zelda examined the state of the study, which was strewn with papers. Her dress itself was spotless, just as Link had promised. She broke into a laugh.
“I didn’t realize we made such a mess.”
Link shrugged, pulling on his tunic and adjusting his belt. As soon as he was dressed, he looked to see Zelda with her hands folded across her front. Despite the fact that he had just been inside of her, he felt himself yearning for her again.
“Do you like me in this dress? Your cheeks are rather pink,” Zelda teased with a chuckle. Link looked away bashfully. Zelda came up to him and tilted his chin to be facing her. “Perhaps seeing me out of it would help?”
Link opened his mouth to answer, but Zelda let go of his chin and turned around towards the door of the study. “Well then, you can see me out of it tonight. But first, we have some things to do.”
Link followed behind her, trying to ignore the tightness in his pants. There was no way he was going to be able to do his job now.
D-16 is a poet, but he struggles to find the right words. There are days where they come easy, flowing as energon once did, and there are days where they fill his mind so much that he cannot grasp them.
Orion Pax is his muse, but neither of them know the extent of his admiration. A simple gesture, a simple conversation, even a simple touch is enough to stir D-16’s spark.
As D-16 begins to write his poetry, he finds inspiration and feelings in places he did not initially expect…
