#There's Always Someone Stronger 10: After a Long Orn#
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Saltem let out a groan as he sank into one of the chairs in Fortis Bronte's new quarters. A new world, a new base to build... This was their first off-cycle that they could enjoy in private, rather than out with the rest of the crew. The enslaved mech was tired, both from the heavy physical labor and from the poor recharge cycles crammed in with everyone. It felt good to be alone with just his lover, and from Fortis Bronte's field as he sank down on the second chair, the smaller mech was in much the same state.
"I swear it takes longer to build a base with each new world," Fortis Bronte groaned as he took a long drink of his ration. "I'm getting too old for this job."
"And new idiots wanting to slack off doesn't make it any easier," Saltem agreed, reaching for his own drink. They consumed their energon in companionable silence.
"...Want to rub out this tension?" the younger mech asked.
"In more ways than one," he smiled and finished his ration before standing. "Lay down, lover."
Saltem smiled back and did as his lover bid, moving over to and stretching out on the berth. He enjoyed touching and being touched by Fortis Bronte, for whatever reason. Now the weight of Fortis Bronte over his hips was a welcome thing, not a cause for tension. He knew where his lover was going to touch just by how that weight shifted.
Strong fingers began just above his hip joints, working under thick armor to tease tension and abused cables into relaxing. Saltem let out a moan, places on his frame that hadn't been touched yet relaxing as well at the thought of receiving the older mech's touch. A touch that was moving systematically up his frame as arousal and intent began to creep into Fortis Bronte's field.
Saltem pressed into the touch, moaning, optics offlining to better enjoy what his lover was doing to him. It felt so good. The touch, the warmth, the desire that he knew was for him, not just to have power over his frame. He'd never forgotten what it was like to be used, he never would, but he would be forever grateful to the mech with him right now for taking the time to teach him what interfacing could be.
As Fortis Bronte's hands reached Saltem's neck to work on the mass of cables there he leaned forward to kiss his lover's neck as well. "Willing to let me choose tonight?"
"Yeeess," Saltem replied, tilting his helm to give Fortis Bronte more room. His own hands came up, stroking along the seams in the smaller mech's sides to give back at least a fraction of what he was receiving. He trusted Fortis Bronte, that anything the older mech had in mind would bring nothing but pleasure.
"Good," Fortis Bronte's trilling purr came with a distinct shift in his touch to one meant to arouse. "It's been too long."
"Far too long," Saltem agreed. His body began to tremble as arousal built, arousal only this mech had ever been able to inspire. Slowly hands, lips and glossa began to move down his frame, igniting a trail of fire down his backstrut.
He arched into the touch, anticipation running through his field. Anticipation of the next touch, of what Fortis Bronte would want to do.
"I'm glad you pissed off that judge so many vorns ago," Fortis Bronte rumbled as his glossa trailed over Saltem's aft until it circled lightly over the valve cover that had yet to be opened for him.
"Oh?" Saltem asked before he gasped, hips rocking up in surprised pleasure.
"If you hadn't, you wouldn't have come to this unit, to me," he purred, circling his glossa around the panel again.
"Glad to have met you," was the moaned replied. Without even thinking of what his body was doing, the younger mech's valve cover snapped open.
Fortis Bronte purred and trailed his glossa around the rarely touched platelets, gently stimulating them while his hands worked into Saltem's hip joints.
The younger mech cried out at the first touch, pressing into it. "Fooortiiiis," he moaned, unable to truly process what his lover was doing to him.
"I'm going to make it good for you," he promised softly, his engine rumbling as he continued to stimulate the sensitive platelets, more than willing to be patient until Saltem was as slick and aroused as possible. Slowly, lubricant began to flow from long-unused openings in the valve. Saltem's thighs trembled on either side of Fortis Bronte as arousal coursed through his frame. There was no hesitation this time, no learned fear of what the older mech would do to him.
Gently that glossa pressed a little further in to caress the entrance, then swirled as it entered a space that had never known willing pleasure, if it had known pleasure at all. Each touch caused another gasp, caused another jolt of Saltem's field against his. There was another wash of lubricant as the valve trembled from the touch.
Fortis Bronte worked his glossa as deeply as he could into his lover's valve, licking at the walls studded with sensors, rubbing them with the lubricant. With all his patience he kept his face down and glossa working. He'd worked towards this for so long, he wasn't going to mess anything up.
Saltem moaned and writhed from the touches, pleasure and arousal filling his field. His hands grabbed the berth instinctively, already beyond coherent thought. As it was, slowly the protocols from the valve reactivated, sending more and more lubricant in response to the stimulation. This experience brought back wonderful memories of every other time he'd trusted Fortis Bronte, the pleasures the older mech introduced him to, and this became one more of them.
Only when Saltem was slick and shaking from the building charge did Fortis Bronte allow his spike to pressurize. With his hands on his lover's hips, he slowly sank into that slick, hot, rippling tightness with a trembling moan of his own.
The younger mech's mouth dropped open at the sensation, the pleasured moan silent from the exquisite sensation of a desired lover's spike pressing in, spreading him, hitting each of the sensors as it reached them.
"You feel so good," Fortis Bronte gasped, his frame trembling in pleasure as he stilled, his spike as deep as it could go before he slowly pulled back.
The reply was another moan as Saltem's legs spread wider and his hands reached up to clutch his lover close. The pleasure was intense, leaving the mech helpless to the sensations as he was spread wide once more, filled and charged with pleasure he didn't believe was possible.
Fortis Bronte nudged their hips higher before pulling back and thrusting forward with a touch more speed. "Ultra Magnus..." he groaned as, trying to push his lover over the edge.
Saltem cried out as his lover said his designation, overload hitting him hard. Every cable in his body clenched, holding tight to the mech above him as he was lost in pleasure beyond comprehension.
As he came down he became aware that the pleasure was building once more; his lover wasn't finished, or finished with him.
"Fortiiiis," he moaned, hands digging into the berth under him as his lover began to pound into him, every move sending blasts of intense heat and energy into his systems. It was just as overwhelming as before, and was building quicker this second time. He was helpless against the tide of pleasure sweeping him. He was close to howling when he felt his lover overload and the first rush of charge-heavy transfluid splashing against the thick cluster of nodes at the top of his valve and sticking there even as more and more came.
The new sensation washed over him, throwing him into a second overload. He did howl as his valve clenched around the invading spike, milking it and holding it while they lost themselves in the bliss that they'd worked hard to earn.
With a shudder as the overload faded and allowed his frame to relax, Fortis Bronte slumped on top of his mate, unable to even keep their hips together and completely spent.
Saltem trembled underneath him, processor overwhelmed with how strong his reaction had been to the stimulation. He felt Fortis Bronte slide to the side, in little better condition for a moment.
Then a hand reached out to stroke his back. "You okay?"
Saltem rolled and clung to his lover, trembling still as he buried his face in Fortis Bronte's neck. His field showed that he wasn't upset or afraid, but he definitely needed an anchor to pull himself back together. It a role that Fortis Bronte was more than willing to provide as he held his lover and waited for him to calm down and come back to reality.
It was almost a breem later when the trembling stilled, and Saltem nuzzled his lover's neck. "Thank you," he murmured softly.
"Welcome," Fortis Bronte smiled in reply. "You worked hard to get here."
"Wouldn't have, without you," Saltem admitted. "You showed me that it was worth it."
"It was my pleasure," the smaller mech smiled and kissed him softly.
Saltem nuzzled him after the kiss ended, pressing close against the frame and field that spoke of safety and pleasure to him. "Is it always that...intense?"
"No, but like a spike overload, it's always intense," Fortis Bronte smiled.
The younger mech hummed in understanding, getting comfortably entwined. His field evened out as he slipped into recharge, contentment at the forefront. Less than a klik later his lover joined him in the rest they both needed.