#workable??

[purringseeker]

Attention Play~

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

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

[sneakyseeker]

Lapdance~

purringseeker:

Warp smirked and let go of Sky’s cannon with his right hand, and with a snap of his digits retrieved a datapad from subspace. He glanced at it and selected a playlist, hitting play and in the same motion sending it over the suite’s speakers. He tossed the datapad to the coffee table and smirked down at Sky as a deep, thumping baseline came through the speakers, followed closely by low, sultry vocals. Warp /moved/, starting with rolling his hips as his hand returned to Sky’s cannon, wings flaring as he rose up onto his knees, frame undulating with the beat and brushing against his mate’s sitting form as he caught Sky’s gaze~

Sky cursed, hands lightly on Warp’s hips holding onto his mate but doing nothing to impede with Warp’s movements. The way the dark Striker moved against him caused his temperature to rise and his spike to press against his panel. Heat radiated from his frame as darkened optics watched every move his mate made for him. Warp’s frame moved with grace and lithe to the beat of the song but the way plating and cockpit grazed against his own frame caused his vents to shift.  Sky’s digits followed transformation seams triggering sensors and catching on wiring, giving the mech before him other sensations.

[warpau4]

Just a business arrangement

Ren strolled into the wine bar on the first floor of the Four Seasons DC location, and paused only briefly as he surveyed the room. Picking a table to the back of the room, one that was freestanding to the side of the main walkway, he prowled forward, gracefully folding down into the chair facing the door. He didn’t even glance at the drink list, instead ordering one of the pricier red wines; he’d been here before and was well familiar with what was offered.

He laid the token he was carrying on the table and flicked a bit of lint off his silk dress shirt; royal purple, dark and the fabric almost having a subtle shimmer in the mood lighting in the wine bar, setting off the black of his tailored, fitted slacks perfectly. He knew he looked damn good in the outfit; Malek’s wardrobe was tailored perfectly to sensually show off his body, the shirt subtly clinging to the planes of his chest and arms, the slacks fitting just right across his hips.

A small smirk curved his lips. He was looking forward to this, anticipation swirling low in his body. The deep voice on the phone, full of hidden need and anticipation and nervousness… Will probably didn’t realize he was giving so much away in their short conversation, but Ren was trained in reading people. And Malek was damn good at what he did, and that was picking up on other’s needs. This should be… interesting~

Even as he thought the words, he saw a tall figure enter, and pause in the entrance to scan the dim room. Malek took over, Ren slipping easily into the persona, and he idly twirled the single red rose he’d placed on the table, drawing attention to it and him.

[sneakyseeker]

Warp wrapped his arms around Sky's waist, leaning up against his mate's warm frame. "Have I said in a while that I love you? That I need you, more than anything and everything else? You're my center, my foundation, my everything. Mine. And I'm yours, all yours. When you need something, anything... I wanna give it to you." His grip tightened. "What do you need?"

"... I think I'm jealous. I-if there was competition, which there isn't. My hands are on your frame, my attention sticks to you, you're the one I want. You'd talk to them. N-not to me." Sky made a small sound at the back of his throat. He rolled his optics, at his own frustration with himself as he wrapped his own arms around Warp, as he buried his face in Warp’s neck. "N-not a real scenario here, I-I know that. Frag, i-it took me so fragging long to word t-that I wanted in this formation with ya I-I can't even imagine being out of it. I-I’d never do that to you, Warp, I’ve had it done to me a-and I’d just wouldn’t.”

[purringseeker]

"Slagger." Anon moaned tone heated as sparks danced along his sensornet. He flexed his hips still buried in Warp enjoying the sensation of Warp's walls tightening around his length the press of sharp points into his protoform as he brushed pressurization seams along sensor nodes moving inside the darker Seeker. He leaned forward cockpit glass on Warp's backstruts and mouth near Warp's wing his vents jagged and hot blowing against flight sensors as he lowered his helm glossa sliding out to tease.

The only response from the darker Seeker was a whine, the movement of Anon's hips driving rendering him wordless. Warp's frame moved under him to make every thrust count as sensor nodes deep in his valve were stimulated. He shuttered his optics, drinking down the sensation of how well they fit together, using his grip at Anon's hips to pull the cloaked mech against him, reveling in the sparks flaring across his sensornet.

Warp's movements stilled as Anon leaned forward to exhale hot vents on a wing, tremors of pleasure and anticipation running through his wings. At the touch of Anon's glossa toying with flight sensors Warp cried out wordlessly and bucked under him, the touch shooting through him like lightening, setting sensors alight across his frame. His valve clenched around Anon's spike as Warp writhed under him, pleasure building sharply with every stroke of glossa and movement of Anon's hips. Static crackled through his voice as the sound echoed in the room and hot lust and need poured down the bond between them, making it clear that Warp was rapidly nearing the brink.