So Bratty~
“You’re gonna regret being so fragging bratty today, mischia.” The low, careful growl eliminated the hints of Sky’s stutter as the Defender growled the words in Warp’s audial. His palm came down on Warp’s aft in a sharp spank, the Striker’s position slung over Sky’s lap putting him in a perfect position for spanking.
Warp whined, pressing his aft up into the smack, wings shivering with the stimulation before flicking into a distinctive cant he did only for his mate. He licked his lips and his hands tightened around Sky’s leg, the only thing he could reach draped over his mate’s lap.
“Yours,” he vented softly, unable to stop the writhing movements as Sky’s hand came down again. “Yours… Sir.” He heard a sharp intake above him, and the hand that was on his aft curved around, caressing it, while Sky’s right hand remained between Warp’s wings, holding him in place, cockpit glass tight against Sky’s thighs.
“You like this, don’t you?” that deep voice rumbled, blunt digits slipping between Warp’s legs, tracing the edge of his panel. He raised his digits to regard them, and Warp could hear the smug rumble in his vocalizer. “So wet~” Sky murmured.
His palm came down again on Warp’s aft in a sharp spank before slipping back between his legs. Warp spread them with a stifled moan, biting his lower lip.
“D-did I tell you that you could move?” Sky demanded, the slight stutter slipping back into his voice showing that he wasn’t unaffected himself, as well as the lust/need that matched Warp’s own in Sky’s EMF.
“No, Sir,” Warp vented, wings canting further. “I-I misbehaved,” he stuttered as another sharp slap to his aft interrupted his words. His cooling fans kicked on and he bit his lip again, trying to remain still even as his valve clenched around nothing and he felt another gush of lubricant slicking up the inside of his panel.
Sky gave a low, deep chuckle and his digits played at the apex of Warp’s thighs again, smearing the lubricant leaking around the edges. “Open, mischia,” he ordered carefully, keeping his voice in tight control.
Warp gave a sharp invent and whine as his panel sprang open with the order, showing he’d been slicking up his panel. He couldn’t prevent writhing as Sky’s digits traced the fine mesh of his valve instead of his panel, exploring and dancing exquisitely talented over the external sensors. He gave a low rumbling growl and shifted in his seat, right hand still holding Warp firmly face down, before slipping one thick digit into his mate.
The darker Seeker cried out and jerked, throwing his helm back and feeling himself clench around his mate. “Sir…!”
Sky leaned forward, catching Warp’s lips and plunging his glossa into his mouth, demanding and claiming, even as he plunged another digit into Warp, stretching him and imitating the rhythm of their frames. You want this, mischia? Sky growled down their bond. Show me you’ve learned your lesson and I… might give you what you want~
Warp moaned into the kiss, hips moving with the rhythm of Sky’s digits plunging in and out of him, Con Air brushing against Sky’s leg as he moved. “P-please–!” he moaned into the kiss, swallowing down the taste of his mate, the scent of his Sir surrounding him, the feeling of him above, below, and inside him. Please, he repeated over the bond, vocalizer giving way to panting vents between kisses. Need you, need my Sir. I’ll listen to you, Sir, I’ll behave…!
Sky made a low noise deep in his chassis at Warp’s movements, at the feeling of his valve clenching oh-so-tight around his digits. He could tell his mate was getting close, and it took all his iron self-control to stop, to withdrawal his digits, pausing only to circle Warp’s entrance before breaking their kiss. Dark, honey-golden optics met dazed, half-lidded crimson ones, and he brought his glistening digits up to Warp’s lips, a silent demand.
Warp parted his lips and took those digits into his mouth, glossa stroking along them and tasting his own lubricant and below that, Sky. Yours, Sir.
Sky’s helm fell back as Warp’s hot mouth sucked on his digits, glossa busily cleaning him. He growled, low and dangerous, and pulled his hand away with a distinct pop from Warp’s lips. Using his full strength, he manhandled Warp, bodily lifting him from his lap and twisting his frame so Warp was pressed to the couch, Sky above him with wings spread.
He grabbed Warp’s wrists and pinned them in one large hand above Warp’s helm, while one knee inserted itself between Warp’s knees and nudged them apart. Warp arched under the hard grip, the manhandling, at feeling his mate’s strength in that lavender frame. A low, needy moan came from deep in Warp’s chassis and he arched his back, lubricant glistening and dripping down his thighs. “Sir…!”
Sky leaned forward to swallow down that needy cry, his own panel snapping open with a distinct sound. He didn’t hold back, immediately rolling his hips forward as legs wrapped around his waist, plunging into his mate’s tight valve and letting out a moan of his own into the kiss at feeling how tight and wet his mate was, feeling the pleasure of being pierced through the bond wrap around and merge with the pleasure of piercing.
He took up a blitzed pace, his hips pistoning up and down and with the slight roll that caused him to reach Warp’s end and all the clusters of sensor nodes along the way. He swallowed down Warp’s needy cries and shrieks, feeling the sparks build in their merged EMFs and sparking along both their wings. The way Warp moved under him just drove his need and desire higher, and he broke the kiss to bring his helm back to watch his mate’s face, gritting his denta to hold back.
Warp’s helm tossed from side to side, optics unfocused, pleasure and need on his face and in his voice. Sky upped his speed, slamming into his mate, his mischia, gazed fixed on Warp’s face. Suddenly Warp arched upward, and froze, trembling on the cusp. With a deep snarl, Sky slammed home, filling his mate and bumping into his end.
Warp shrieked, and overloaded hard, voice rising until it dissolved into a crackle of static, frame writhing uncontrollably under his mate. Sky bellowed, throwing his helm back and roaring his own overload as sparks crackled across their merged EMFs and energy exploded outward, before finally dropping atop his Warp, still locked together deep in the Striker like a key in a lock, Warp’s legs still tightly wrapped around his waist.
“I-I love you,” Sky murmured, nuzzling their nasal ridges together. Warp’s engines purred unevenly and he gave a bright smile and nuzzled him back. He tried to return the sentiment, then grinned as nothing came out but static. I love you, too~ he purred down the bond, linking his arms around the love of his life’s neck. Mine, and I’m yours~
