Role Reversal
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Not me. Im just glad Im not /the only one/ getting molested!
Sky frowned. "You should expect your alternates to get molested alongside you, right? How did you word it on the meme... you know you're gorgeous so I just so happen to be too?"
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A low growl bubbled out from Sky’s chassis at the movements that Warp made over and against his plating was making him lose what rational thought he had left. He never felt anything like it the way Warp could cling to him and add the friction on his panel that made Sky want him more, the way Warp’s legs tightened around Sky’s waist as if made to wrap around him. He never tasted anything like how Warp’s flavor first burned before turning numbing down his intake as if a strong, fine highgrade perfectly chilled.
Warp’s name came out in a low growl sounding more like a curse of its own Sky’s chassis heaving. Sky’s cooling fans kicked to a higher speed, his vents turning more harsh and jagged as the Striker moved his frame to slick up Sky’s spike with the lubricants of that darker frame. Sky rolled his own hips, hands tightening on Warp’s frame making it that he was in control, a low moan sliding out of his chassis as he dragged his length along the wet mesh of Warp’s entrance savoring the ache and need that made his wings shiver to penetrate this Slagger that has always been Sky’s obsession.
Sky took that offered kiss, plunging glossa into Warp’s mouth as he thrust into Warp’s frame. He growled into the kiss as he felt Warp’s walls around him tightening and pulling him further in moving against that heated wetness as he buried himself to the hilt. He scraped his digits against Warp’s wing, leaving a mark that Warp would have after this as he pulled out of Warp until his tip was all that remained, pressurization seams dragging over interior sensor nodes before slamming his hips forward again setting a fast pace, his wings raising a notch higher on his back and taut as tension coiled in his EMF.
Warp moaned into the kiss as Sky plunged home, filling him to the brink, his glossa dancing with the Defender’s as his frame moved in time with Sky’s. A deeper shudder of pleasure went through his wings at the scrape of digits, the harsh handling redlining his engines and making him want more. A low sound of loss came from deep in his throat as Sky withdrew, before Sky’s hips snapped forward to bury himself again. Warp’s frame moved with the taller’s mech’s, hips rising to meet each thrust, valve tightening each time Sky’s spike slid home. His processor spun with the sensations, with the fulfillment of so long of teasing without relief finally coming to an end, sparks crackling through his sensornet.
His hands tightened on Sky’s cannons, using them and his legs around Sky’s waist as leverage to move his frame with the taller Seeker’s, falling into that fast pace, but something was off. Crimson optics slitted to take in the high wings, and feel the tension in Sky’s EMF, the combination making Warp growl even as his frame moved with Sky’s. He bit hard on Sky’s lip and broke the kiss to snarl at the other Seeker.
“You’re holding back,” he growled, vocalizer rough and uneven from the dance of their frames and the rising charge in his own. His right hand rose from Sky’s cannon to cup the back of Sky’s helm. “If you’re gonna frag me,” he panted, “then frag me like a warbuild~” the last was in a rough purr before he pulled their helms together again, parting his lips and glossa stroking along Sky’s lips petitioning for another kiss, his frame undulating against the wall using his pinned wings as leverage to increase the rhythm as much as Sky would allow.
