Cyclonus did his best to ignore the heating body of the mech he carried as well as the growing heat in his own. His quarters' door soon appeared and the purple mech quickly keyed it open. Tailgate squirmed in his arms, his servos ghosting over the pattern in his armor. This little mech didn't make anything easy! Cyclonus quickly, but gently placed the other mech in his berth, and went to sit on his own. He dimmed his optics as he panted to catch his breath. He didn't mean to get so worked up over just a little heavy petting, but it just proved to himself how easily he could loose control. No one has touching him that way in such a long time.
A whine came from across the berth, and the warrior opened his optics. He gave a pleading look to the other mech, begging to just let it be. "What?" He huffed.
Tailgate gave his best pout. "W-Why... I miss the contact...already."
Cyclonus knew exactly what the little mech was complaining about. He wasn't insensitive to what the little bot wanted- what his body wanted right now- but he did not wish to proceed. Primus he desired the little mech and his body craved its release. But Tailgate could be a nieve mech at times, and Cyclonus did not want to loose his control and hurt him. However, with Tailgate slowly rubbing his servos over his own body, tracing th esweems on his thighs like the warrior did before, letting loose was proving to be more of a challenge than he thought.
"Perhaps..." Cyclonus huffed. "Perhaps I should have dropped you off at the wash racks to take a cold shower." The winged mech laid himself down, rolled on his side away from Tailgate, and told himself that maybe he should run himself under cold water to disperse what charge had developed.
"Come on, don't be like that," Tailgate whined, but Cyclonus didn't stur. He pushed himself off his berth and walked to the other side of his roommate's and climbed on. Cyclonus gave a blank stare and just brought his arms closer to his body.
"Can we at least just snuggle?" Tailgate asked as he laid on his side across from the purple mech.
"What are your intentions?" Cyclonus said more huskily than he'd like. He should push the mini-bot off his berth, or get up and leave.
"To be close with you," The teal mech said and reached out to gently trace the other mech's faceplates. "To make you feel good... What is wrong with wishing to do that?"
"Did anyone ever tell you to be careful what you wish for?" The purple mech grumbled with his brows furrowed and pushed the other's hand away.
"What's so wrong with that? Wishing to make you feel good? To make you forget about whatever you are troubled by for a while?" Tailgate replied, and this time ran his servos down the other's chest.
Cyclonus once again grabbed the other's hand and held it. "I... Don't-"
"Stop worrying," Tailgate said. "I want this too."
"..." Cyclonus was at a loss of words once again. He wasn't against fooling around-Primus knows he wants it- he just didn't want to get carried away. He didn't want to go to far or too fast with the little bot. He didn't want to scare Tailgate away.
Tailgate slipped his hand out of the other's grip, and set out to explore the other's body once again, this time, Cyclonus didn't stop him. Was it selfish of him to allow the mini-bot to do this? A rumble of his engine rolled out as the servo traced the opening of his vents, and the tiny fingers traced inside.
"Like that?" The teal bot asked. Cyclonus nodded. Tailgate smiled, and tickled his fingers downward, tracing the plating of the purple mech's belly, then to gently rub a digit along the wires above his hip plating. Cyclonus sucked in cool air from his mouth and reached his own clawed servo to wrap around the smaller mech and pull him closer. Tailgate eagerly placed a kiss the the bigger mech's lips, clearly shocking the warrior.
He huffed out a chuckle. "You'll never cease to amaze me." The smaller bot's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and Cyclonus gently kissed at them, enjoying the happy moan coming from his partner for a second before the mini-bot quickly placed his smaller lips to the bigger one's. Tailgate needily sucked at the lower lip before playfully nipping.
"You...little..." Cyclonus growled as he pressed his mouth sharply to the other's and ran his glossa across the lip plates before forcing himself in. Tailgate welcomed the deep kiss, sucking on the glossa and arched his back against the clawed digits scrapping against sensitive seams. He trailed his hands downward over the hip joint and came to rest on a warmed interface panel. Fingers caressed and danced along the cover in attempts to coax it open. Cyclonus moaned into the other's mouth and bucked his hips into the touch, but quickly let out a growl and smacked the intruding hand away.
"No..." He grumbled. He shouldn't do this.
"S-sorry...?" Tailgate blushed.
Upon looking down at the smaller mech, Cyclonus discovered that in the heat of the moment, the teal bot had released his interface panel, and now his spike was fully pressurized and some lubricant glistened against his thighs from his leaking valve.
Cyclonus took a deep breath in, and slowly exhaled in an attempt to reel himself in. "You should be more careful."
"Why?" Tailgate asked as he tried to snuggle in closer.
"I do not wish... To interface with you so quickly," Cyclonus said with half-lidded optics. He was enjoying the other mech's caresses and touches, but yet his face was worried.
"I understand," The teal mech replied as he rubbed a servo along the bigger mech's thigh.
"Then why are you asking for more?" Cyclonus huffed, trying his best not to squirm against the other's touch. "I feel as if you are egging me on." He brought a clawed hand to either push the other mech away or rub it along the smaller bot's sides; it turned out to be a mixture of both.
"Cyclonus, if you really want me to stop, just say so," Tailgate said.
He pondered this for a bit. One one hand, was Tailgate ready to move to a more intimate relationship-was he? On the other hand, here they both lay, breathing heavily and bodies heated up. "I just do not want to hurt you," The warrior eventually grumbled.
"You wont," Tailgate replied. "We don't have to interface yet, I can wait fo ryou to be ready for that, but that doesn't mean we can't do other things."
Cyclonus cocked his head to the side. "Like what?"
"Let that spike of yours out and I can show you." Tailgate said with a wink.
"..." Cyclonus huffed. The look of desire on Tailgate's face was too much. "Is this what you really want?"
"Yes." Tailgate replied as he rubbed his servo over the panel once again. "If you're fine with it."
"You little vixen..." The sound of his interface panel opening was heard, and Tailgate wrapped his hand around to capture the pressurizing spike. The little digits rubbed over the tip first, then worked their way down the shaft, taking their time to trace at the pattern and nodes along the shaft. Cyclonus quietly moaned at the touch, trying his best not to buck into the touch. Upon hearing the little mech let out a laugh, the warrior looked down in confusion.
"You're so big," Tailgate giggled as he ran a palm down its length.
"It's a matter of perspective..." Cyclonus huskily teased.
"I like it," Tailgate said as he gave a quick peck to Cyclonus's face, then wiggled his way out of the other's grasp and scooted himself downward, kissing and licking as he went. When he scooted closer to the spike, he gingerly stuck his tongue out and gave a little lick first to the underside of the tip, then circled around. The tongue traveled down the shaft slowly, taking its time to explore the sensitive plating and then o press his lips in soft, butterfly-like kisses.
With hitching engines, it took all of Cyclonus' strength not to grab ahold of the mini-bot's helm and guide his spike into the mouth; it had been far too long since someone else played with his spike. Shutting off his optics and biting at his lips, the flier reached down and petted the other's helm. It was a sorry excuse to help distract himself from his thoughts.
Tailgate purred, and stole a glance up and was rewarded with his partner's blissful face. So it was true, Cyclonus could give more expressions other than grumpy or angry. He smiled to himself, opened his mouth, and stuck the tip of the spike in. Engines revved as the smaller mech circled his tongue around the cord and slowly pressed more into his mouth.
Watching the smaller mech work as sucking his spike was mesmorizing and Cyclonus purred. Was this selfish of him to be enjoying this while his partner got nothing in return? Caressing the other mech's helm could only be doing so much. In the end, Cyclonus felt greedy that he was only being pleased. He felt bad that he could do nothing to make the other mech feel good while the mini-bot sucked at his spike.
"Tailgate," Cyclonus called out and guided the mini-bot's head off his spike.
"Don't like it?" Tailgate questioned.
"Trust me, it's not that," the purple flier panted. "It's just... I want you to get enjoyment too..."
"I am," Tailgate said as he sat up. "I like sucking your spike." Cyclonus gave a look, although the look was more shocked then usual. "Ok, how about you lay on your back then?" Cyclonus nodded, and positioned himself as he was told. "Good." Tailgate squealed as he crawled forward, placed a kiss on the bigger mech's lips, then straddled the other's body, with his face pointed towards the other's feet. "I hope you're good with your tongue," Tailgate stated a she wagged his aft at the other.
Cyclonus didn't respond with words, rather grabbed the smaller mech's hips with his hands and pulled back, shoving his mouth onto the wet valve and got to work. He enjoyed the way the mini-bot cried out in shock, then ground his hips against his face. Running his tongue over the sensitive outer node, the flier lapped at the lubricant dripping out and teased by circling the outer rim, but never dipping inside.
Tailgate pulled himself out of the euphoric phase, reached down and pulled the spike to his lips again. His tiny fingers massaged at the spike, and then his tongue would follow, leaving a trail of oral fluid in it's path. Tailgate worked to saturate to entire spike, licking around the thick spike the best he could before returning to the tip. The teal mech sighed-Cyclonus was going to love this- and pressed the spike into his mouth once again, but this time, he let the cord slide to the back of his throat, using his tongue to flick teasingly at the shaft. Positioning himself just right, Tailgate relaxed his throat and pushed until the spike slid past his intakes, and timing it just right, swallowed to suck the spike down his throat.
Cyclonus couldn't help but pull his helm back and gasp at the sensation of his spike sliding down that tight throat- how could it even fit? Tailgate pushed further down and managed to engulf a little more than half his length down his throat. When the mech swallowed, the muscles used to guide fluid down the throat was sucking rhythmically at his spike.
"P-primus..." Cyclonus muttered out. Tailgate moaned, causing even more vibrations to run through his spike and up his body. However, Tailgate was wiggling his hips in his way of complaining about to loss of contact, and Cyclonus ran his tongue over the dripping valve, then plunged his tongue inside. The valve gave, but still felt irresistibly tight. It would feel amazing to fuck-.
Cyclonus wiped the thought from his processor and instead lapped into the valve. His tongue swirled along the rim, then dipped inside to press against sensitive nodes, earning himself a moan from the teal bot and a gush of trans-fluid seeping into his mouth. Tailgate quickened his pace, diving the spike deep within his throat and then back up to almost slip out but only to plunge back down.
Cyclonus' fans clicked on as he drawn his helm back to gasp for breath. In a playful manner, he nipped at the white thighs and admired the smaller mech's needy port. The winged mech traced a digit around the valve, then slowly inserted it inside. He felt another moan on his cock, and he withdrew slightly only to dip back inside at the same pace his cock was sucked.
With the addition of a second digit, the port tightly grasped at the intruders, but the mini-bot ground his hips into it; clearly enjoying the sensation. The flingers curled slightly, then spread out, carefully stretching and rubbing against nodes as they went. Looking down between their bodies, Cyclonus purred at the sight of his spike disappearing down the mini-bot's throat. Primus, he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold out!
He didn't even realize that he was thrusting up as the mech pushed his spike deep in his throat. Upon muttering an apology, the teal and white mech pulled at the hips in an encouraging manner, and the bigger mech couldn't resist. Letting out a moan, he pumped his hips, thrusting his cock deep inside the throat, then pulled out quickly only to impale in again. His fans clicked on the highest speed as his body desperately attempted to cool itself off, but it was a loosing battle.
Upon placing a third finger inside, the valve gave a clench and its owner throated a guttural moan. Cyclonus didn't give up; instead, he thrust his fingers deep within the spasming valve, rubbing them against as many nodes that he felt. All the while, his hips thrusted a few erratic pumps before spilling hot trans-fluid down the smaller bot's throat. Shortly afterwards, the valve gushed fluids over the digits and the teal bot's spike splattered its contents upon a purple chest.
Cyclonus withdrew his fingers carefully, then rested his head back as he panted to catch his breath. He felt Tailgate pull himself off his spike, cough, then simply collapse as he rode out the aftershocks of the climax. The only sound heard for a while was the rumble of their fans.
"And just where did you learn to do that?" Cyclonus finally asked.
Tailgate gave a chuckle as he felt himself being pulled up and flipped around. "I have my ways." He gave a smile and placed a light kiss on the larger mech's cheek. "Do you want me to go back to my own berth?"
"If you want to.." Cyclonus spoke, feeling the need to recharge.
"I know how you like to be a lone at times," The teal mech spoke.
"Thank you for understanding that," Cyclonus muttered between a yawn.
"No problem," Tailgate made his way to get up, but a pair of arms wrapped around him and pulled him back.
"...but now is not the time to be alone." He placed a kiss to the back of the smaller mech's helm and pulled the blankets over them both. His arms settled around the mini-bot's waist and he snuggled his head onto the other's neck. "Thank you," Cyclonus whispered after a bit, but the smaller mech's breathing was slow and deep indicating he was deep in recharge.
... ... ...
Cyclonus awoke when his internal clock announced it was morning and time to get ready for another shift of doing whatever Ratchet told him to do. He gave a slight startle when he felt a warm body next to his, but upon opening his optics, he saw the mini-bot snuggled at his side. Remembering the night before, a hint of a smile formed on his lips. It had been so long since he overloaded from the touch of another that he almost forgot how good it could feel. And relaxing. He traced a digit fondly over the mini-bot's lips, then down his cheek. In a million years he never would have pegged Tailgate as being so willing to swallow such a big spike. He lightly placed a kiss to the other's lips, then carefully traced at them while remembering how good the suck job was. With a huff, he decided he better get out of bed before his desires took over and resulted in being late for his shift.
Being careful to get out of the berth without waking the smaller mech, Cyclonus stretched, rubbed his optics, and went to the door, but stopped. "Scrap," He cursed to himself and carefully dug in his nightstand for a data pad. He turned it on, and quickly tapped in a message for the mini-bot. He didn't want the other mech to worry needlessly because he left the room without waking him. Setting the date pad on the berth next to the mini-bot, Cyclonus stole one more glance at the sleeping mech, remembered how good it felt to be with him last night, and silently exited the room.