What things come from speedwriting...I don't think that this prompt was /ever/ meant to go quite like this, but my mind has permanent residency in the gutters and it just came out.
Warnings for sticky oral, trinesmut, and general perversion
Ain't mine, but I wouldn't mind having it ^_^
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~10~ Drinking~ "The taste of you is addictive."
Starscream knew that he enjoyed this far too much, though at least he had trinemates to sate what felt like a need, at times- he needed to /give/, and this was the purest form of giving that he could possibly think of. The Decepticon faction had names for mechs like him- slut was the /kindest/. Term one could expect to hear, though not one had the bearings to use it within hearing distance of the SIC /or/ his trine.
He didn't care, not behind the closed doors of their shared quarters. Not when Thundercracker stood before him, that low rumbling growl in his voice, a strong hand guiding the Air Commander's helm as he knelt before him, the very image of submission, sucking his trinemate's spike as if it were the source of the purest energon in existence.
He certainly drank it down as if it were. Starscream loved the taste of his trinemates. They were different, of course- Skywarp seemed somehow sweeter, though his consumption of rust sticks might have had something to do with that, while Thundercracker had a sharp tang that was as unique as it was erotic. Sometimes they wondered if their trineleader should be the one doing this, submitting in such a definitive way, but Starscream never hesitated to inform them that this was /his/ choice; his desire. So they shrugged and took it like mechs; it's not like it felt /bad/, and Primus was it hot to see their arrogant little SIC on his knees, begging for a taste.
Skywarp watched as Starscream took Thundercracker down to the base of his spike and back up in less time than it took most mechs to shutter their optics three times, the obvious suction evident by hollowed cheeks. His hands were bound behind his back, also at his direction- he wanted to prove that he didn't /need/ to use his hands to pleasure his mates; lips and glossa and on occasion, denta were all he required. Thundercracker certainly wasn't complaining; the blue seeker's helm was thrown back, both hands guiding the dark helm up and down as Starscream moaned and growled around the length that pierced his pretty lips. Skywarp slipped behind him and traced around his bared valve- it was soaking wet, yet /more/ evidence that Starscream got off on this almost as hard as the one he was doing it to.
Warp couldn't take it anymore, not after listening to them both, not after feeling the aftereffects through the trine-bond. He released his own spike and shoved into Starscream with no warning whatsoever. The SIC keened around Thundercracker's length, involuntarily revving his own turbines, which made Thundercracker lose the control he'd barely had in the first place, shoving Star's head all the way down to /hold/ it there while his trineleader drank him dry.