A combo XXXmas gift for Bumblebee and Clich! I've been meaning to write something for both of you guys for ages, but I'm a terrible person and I write so slowly and I'll do better next time I swear
TFA
nsfw
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"Oh frag! Just like that," Bumblebee gasps, placing his hand on the back of the red mech's helm.
Humming, Clich's hands slide up slim yellow thighs to tease and dip into seams. Squeezing the yellow plating beneath his fingers, the mech presses his glossa to the underside of Bumblebee's spike.
The sub-compact pulls Clich's faceplates flush against himself as his engine gives a sharp rev.
Clich relaxes his intake and one hand from Bumblebee's thighs. Before the mech can complain, however, the red bot swallows around his spike and slips a digit into his valve, earning himself a strangled cry from the minibot.
Bumblebee's other hand comes up to muffle himself, but Clich slides the mech's spike out of his mouth and releases it with a soft pop.
"None of that, Bee," he murmurs, his free hand reaching to tug Bumblebee's arm down, "I want to hear you."
Nodding, the yellow minibot gasps when Clich licks a hot, zig-zag line down one side of his spike and up the other before once more taking it all the way down his throat. "Anything you want. Oh frag just don't you dare stop!"
Humming once again, Clich slips another digit into Bumblebee's valve in reward.