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[purringseeker]

"I-I'm late." Sky's voice was apologetic as he stepped onto the balcony optics locked on to the darker Seeker checking out those black wings under starlight. His frame moved gracefully as he walked to Warp optics drinking all of him in. "S-saw your post. A-about lips, glossa a-and digits on your frame." A sharp intake of air as he reached the back of Warp's frame one hand reaching out to stroke along the edge he lowered his helm his lips brushing along the sensitive wingtip. "Jump us to berth?"

Warp turned his helm at Sky stepping onto the balcony, optics brightening at his mate coming to him. He shook his helm at Sky’s apologetic tone and words. “No, love, you’re here when I need you. You couldn’t help being a little delayed.” He raised his wings a little higher as Sky stalked gracefully closer, showing off wings and frame, not turning quite yet, as he felt Sky’s warm frame behind him. Black wings shivered as talented digits stroked along the edge of his wing just the way Sky knew he liked, and his vents hitched as lips brushed along the sensor cluster at his wingtip. 

He nodded, optics half-shuttered, pleased at the sensations and soaking in Sky’s touch on his frame. “Lips, glossa and digits,” he breathed, agreeing, “and all the rest of you~” He reached backward at the question, hands landing on hips and tightening as he engaged his warp drive, moving them smoothly off the balcony, leaving behind only a fading flare of purple light and his forgotten highgrade cube. He had them arrive right before the berth, and he turned his helm to watch the love of his function from the corner of his optics. “I missed you,” he vented softly, hands tightening, digits catching in armor seams at Sky’s hips, waiting for an indication of Sky’s thoughts.

[purringseeker]

Anon ([email protected]) submitted to purringseeker

Anon’s hand glided from Warp’s hip to aft before holding his leg at his own hip glossas tangling as Anon eagerly drank down Warp’s taste before reluctantly breaking the kiss vents jagged and systems heating to the point the fuel in his fuellines turned molten. He groaned and again flexed his hips bumping heated panels together. tempted to take his mate then but stopped. He had other… ideas. “Not done tasting you Slagger.” He glided his frame down the berth gracefully and fluidly optics rolling up to catch Warp’s reaction as his mouth hovered over Warp’s panel glossa gliding out to trace the seam of frame and panel.

Warp pressed his thigh against Anon’s hip, hips rolling upward, pressing into the sensation of Anon’s hand drifting from hip to aft to thigh. He made a sound of protest as Anon broke the kiss, but smirked as Anon groaned in need and pressed their panels together. His left hand moved to the base of Anon’s wings, sinking into seams to stroke wiring and trigger sensors, while his right drifted from the back of Anon’s helm to his shoulder, caressing over the weaponry there.

"Not… done?" Warp breathed, vents jagged, having a hard time concentrating with his mate so close. As Anon shifted and glided down his frame, Warp made a low noise at the loss of Anon’s frame over his and of the loss of pressure pinning his wing to the berth. He arched his frame into Anon’s, making sure plating rubbed against plating as Anon moved gracefully downward, hands drifting along Anon’s frame as he moved.

Warp’s optics flared as Anon stopped over his panel, and he invented sharply, crimson optics fixed on Anon’s face. As that talented glossa flicked out to taste, Warp rolled his hips upward, moaning Anon’s name, wings rattling against the berth. He shifted, bring one leg up and over Anon’s shoulder, bracing his heel against the base of Anon’s wing, urging him on as the heat and pressure built behind his panel.