New feeling (feat. Q's attempt at writing)
"Were you turned on by the quicksand-"
It happened ever since they tripped into it, the sinking was frightening but kind of exciting, his frame was slowly hugged and the tight but squishy mess managed to squeeze him in all the right spots. What really sealed the deal was his partner, Pr-owl actually fell in first so he sank much deeper, he was terrified so Ja-zz, being as quick thinking as he was pulled him up and used his speakers to nullify the sludge's sucking grip, it was crazy but the sounds kept them floating long enough to actually think. This was also where the trouble truly began, his hands were wrapped around his chest firmly too, the spec ops didn't want him sinking deeper but in that moment the enforcer would've preferred he let go, the mud was slipping into unmentionable nooks and crannies, the squeeze was heavenly and having his own partner feel him up by accident? Despite his best efforts he couldn't stifle a moan.
Ja-zz was kind enough not to mention that for the rest of the escape and trip back, though as they were cleaning he just had to sneak in a little comment. Fantasies plagued him for weeks afterwards, earth films with a quicksand scene in it flustered him enough to leave the room and even the mention of mud, sludge or quicksand managed to flash that fateful mission in his head. Even in his dreams Ja-zz would be there in a pit tempting him to join, only for consciousness to cruelly yank him back to reality as soon as he wanted to jump in. The dreams were the last straw, so he hopped to a ship and went to the closest planet that looked uninhabitable, organic and swampy.
There he was, staring down a purple pit of potential doom but also pleasure, the rational side of his processor told him this was stupid, no bot would know where he is and he didn't even bring rescue gear, but the horny side was on full throttle and ignoring this only seemed to make it worse. So for possibly the first time in his life, he threw all caution to the wind and took the plunge. As soon his feet slipped in and his legs were swallowed regrets already started, maybe this was a dumb idea, his knees were swallowed up and fear trickled into his circuits, there was no rope and no Ja-zz here to save him, the mud crept up to his thighs and panic started to bubble in his tanks.
He was so close to pressing a finger to his c-omm link and making the most embarrassing call for help,then he sank to his hips, a zap of electricity surged through him, he was still a little afraid but excitement was buzzing through him. He pressed his hands to the surface moaning as his hips were claimed, he didn't have a confused partner to hear his unmistakable cries of ecstasy. As his midriff was greedily sucked down he dragged one arm out and bit his lip plate at the purple sludge coating it, Pr-owl then squeezed his chassis with it earning another low moan, he did wish his partner were here, it felt much better having him to grab him.
He couldn't explain this to Ja-zz, he could never even try to make him understand, he was already pretty reserved about what made him feel good. If he did escape this, and Pri-mus he hopes he does despite his carelessness, this would just be his filthy little secret. He's not sure he could ever live with himself if Ja-zz ever rejected him, scorned him, the thought alone brings a drop of pain to his never-ending euphoria.
"Havin' all the fun without me? You're real cold, Prow-ler."
He could hear glass shattering in his processor, his mouth clamped shut and his optics snapped to the source of that voice, to his shock and horror Ja-zz stood by a tree propped up and smiling. He wanted to cry at first, frantically come up with an explanation or profusely apologize, before he could do any of that a splattering squelch occurs as his own partner jumped in. His faceplate burns as Ja-zz stroked his cheek with one muddy hand and the other takes its rightful place on his chassis.
"You can't hide anything from me~"
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