#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.

[purringseeker]

Sky growled against Warp's neckcables as Warp's digittips dug harshly into his cannon rims his hips shifting at the sensation his glossa playing with the new mark he made on the main fuelline tasting Warp's energon on his glossa. His hand at Warp's wingtip kept the wing restrained blunt digits stroking the cluster of flight sensors there. His hand at Con Air pumped along the length increasing the tempo as an unmistakable command came down the bond for Warp to overload here and now just as he was

The growl into his neckcables spurred another moan and Warp’s legs tightening around Sky’s waist. The movement of his frame and hips grew uneven at the sweet pleasure/pain of Sky’s glossa toying with the mark on his neck, at the restraint and stimulation of his wing, and the smooth glide of palm along Con Air’s length. The swirling strokes across flight sensors at wingtip caused his processor to spin; with his optics shut and his mate bracing him against the wall Warp couldn’t tell which way was up and didn’t care to try. 

Small cries of pleasure slipped from his lips, Warp all unaware of the noises he was making, of the cooling fans spinning at their highest and the rhythm of his hips growing ragged. Sparks crackled through his EMF and along his wings; when the command came down the bond, he was in no state of mind to draw it out further, even if he had the willpower. The darker Seeker arched his back, helm pressing into the wall and wings trembling, giving one last roll of his hips upward into Sky’s warm palm - trembling at the very edge before shattering, overloading with a shriek and writhing violently between his mate and the unyielding wall, not in control of his actions as sparks and electricity shot along his fuellines and sensornet, rolling down the bond in a tidal wave of sensation.

[purringseeker]

Sky's optics darken as he notices the smirk on his mate's lips the way those hips move as Warp came closer his own engines rumbled clearly pleased with the sight. He stalked closer wings held high his shoulders set in a way that made his cannons noticeable a promise in his hips. He wrapped one hand around Warp's waist possessively his other hand coming first to Warp's blaster barrel digits trailing down the gunmetal teasingly before moving to Warp's wing. "S-so less thinking and more-- doing~?"

Warp’s wings flare, pleased, noticing Sky’s wings held high and the prominent set of his cannons, before his crimson optics dropped to the sway of those hips. He moved forward, leaning into his mate’s warm frame, grinning at the possessive hand on his waist, and pressing into the hand on his blaster. He shifted so he was more molding his frame to Sky’s instead of just leaning into him, hips brushing. A smirk graced his lips as he met that golden gaze, and his hands smoothed over those oh-so-tempting hips.

“More… doing? Yes, Slagger, just what I was thinking, too~” he purred, leaning up to brush his lips across Sky’s before nipping his lower lip hard but teasingly, just short of drawing energon. His engines purred as he pressed his wing into the digits dancing over it. He suddenly pulled Sky’s hips to his, so they were firmly pressing against his own, panels touching, letting Sky feel how his panel was beginning to heat. “I happen to like what you’re doing now, to my blaster and wing,” he purred. “Why don’t you… do more of that to my blaster~?” He breathed, before leaning up to let their mouths meet, lips and glossa demanding as he leaned more into Sky’s frame, urging him to move backward toward the desk.

[sneakyseeker]

- DJD Pillow Talk -

They shifted in unison, plating gliding against plating as one stretched and the other moved along with the movements. Sky drank down the sensation of the loved and wanted feel of Warp draped across his frame. His left hand ran along the edge of Warp’s right wing digits dancing along the edge feeding his need for touch in the sensations. 

“D-did you know?” Sky murmured his hand on Warp’s aft making smaller circles. “T-that I fragging love being on the couch with ya. Your taste,” Sky brushed his lower lip against the top of Warp’s helm, “your scent,” he took a deep intake of air and sighed at the crisp wintry scent that belonged only to Warp, “you,” his hands tightened on Warp’s frame. He paused a moment longer, wanting to talk and knowing his mate would listen.

“B-before this, before us, back when I was lost... I-I was thinking of joining the DJD. T-that was my career move.” He rolled his optics. “T-then I lost contact w-with my contact so it didn’t pan out, a-and I followed you here, b-because you’re home.” Nothing in Sky’s actions or tone conveyed any regret not with the conviction he had that he was exactly where and with who he wanted to be. He gave a small snort and shook his helm. “N-never hear of Seekers in the DJD y-you think those fraggers seriously r-reckon they could out-hunt us?”