Three Part Harmony in "Let's Have Sex" Major
He really cannot pretend that this is anyone else pinning him to the wall. He is crazy, yes, but he is not delusional. Not like his partner, who has happily deluded himself for years that Megatron is still alive out there.
"Lugnut..." His moan is thready as he strokes Lugnut's head, and his hands leave soft touches of frost sparkling on the behemoth jet's plating. Still, still he is held, pressed a little too firmly against the wall of this shabby little alley. Lugnut's massive jaw holds his throat in a vise-
Daring him to struggle, to fight back, and he lifts his hips, swings his legs off the ground to grip Lugnut tight. Now it is sparks and smoke coming from his touch, and he snarls joyously, lunges forward. His neck is squeezed by those hard jaws, denting them, but he kisses his partner's head, his central optic, leaving blackened soot marks in the shape of his mouth.
No more teasing now, no more boring submission. He attacks, and the behemoth jet rumbles, releases his throat from the vise-clamp of his jaws. He crows his victory, shoves back against Lugnut's shoulders.
Lugnut does not shove back so easily, but the behemoth jet's rumbles increase in volume.
In sheer, possessive delight, he wraps himself around Lugnut and kisses his partner's mouth-
It is an awkward, clumsy affair, but ice glitters out from his mouth in fractal patterns. It is so rare that he desires a true kiss, for someone who could kiss back would inevitably disappoint him when they did not breathe fire-
He hated disappointment! Hated other lovers who could not spread ice over him in a glittering shroud! He did not want to pretend, he wanted-
To not be here. Oh, phoo, why must he always wind up here? "Luggy..."
The behemoth jet's rumbling ceases, and he simply wraps his arms around Blitzwing. Lugnut says nothing, however, as the triple-changer wriggles and shifts, trying to work his way out of the trap.
He has to be careful, because he knows it's a balancing act on a high wire. Too much passion, and he'll be roaring hot to go again. Too little, and the ice will sparkle oh-so prettily as he covers over Lugnut. Too careful, and he's skulking like a little coward, shuffling when he should be as light on his feet as if he danced on hot coals-
He throws himself against Lugnut, smoke rising from his hands. "Don't be so boring!"
The behemoth jet's rumble stalls for a moment, something that a more suspicious mech might have viewed as a snort, before claw-hands grip his stubby wings and scrape. "That's more like it!"
End