Guard Fire X Guard Wing

Guard Fire was entirely sold on the idea that Guard Wing was a snob. The mech ran off, had a stubborn temper and an ego the size of space. Guy was too full of himself; a decent fighter, but nonetheless, a pain in Guard Fire's ass.

They had been arguing again, this time over their individual roles in the human's society. Guard Wing boasted about his high quality horsepower a little too much for Guard Fire's liking, and well, he'd lashed out at him. Guard Wing didn't have the chance to realize the hose sneaking around his feet until he was tied against a tree.

"You know what you need?" The fire truck snickered, a finger under Guard Wing's chin. "You need to learn some humility."

Guard Wing snorted and bit at the hand in his face, narrowly missing. "I guess a clown like you could teach me."

"Oi! Temper, temper!"

"Who's got who tied up over some jealous streak, hothead?"

Guard Fire waved his servo harmlessly, but tugged the hose tighter and smirked. "Loosen up! Oh, Wait." He walked around the tree and looped the hose around Guard Wing's helm in a gag. "You can't."

There were some muffled curses on Guard Wing's part, but he stopped when Guard Fire's hand rubbed against his interface panel. He struggled, but only ended up rubbing himself against the hand and working himself up more. Damn, he hadn't really done this lately, and he couldn't admit it was… sort of a turn on, tied up and being touched. Where had he even gotten that idea, some human television show?

Guard Fire rubbed adamantly against the other's panel, watching him wriggle. If the jet mech was truly angry, he'd have snapped the binding hose by now. Smiling, Guard Fire continued to tease the mech. Finally, he wasn't opening his stupid mouth. The fire truck leaned in close to Guard Wing's audials, glossa flicking to trace the metal. He didn't get a head butt to the face, but instead a low, muffled moan was heard and Guard Fire sneered. Bingo.

"You know, if you ask nicely, I'll give you a very nice overload," the fire truck purred heatedly, pressing his knee against Guard Wing's panel. The action was a little blunt, and Guard Wing winced. His cord was pressurizing insistently against the piece, and pressing on it wasn't exactly what he wanted. The mech bucked as far as his bonds would allow, and growled. When Guard Fire pulled away he struggled even more so fiercely. The fire truck cocked his hips arrogantly and laughed.

"So you do want it enough to beg, hmm?" He teased, and Guard Wing looked away shamefully. Guard Fire watched as the jet mech's panels released his throbbing cord to the other. Obligingly removing Guard wing's gag, Guard fire tipped his temporary challenge's chin up again.

"Say it."

Guard Wing grimaced and the mumbled tiredly, "Please?"

"Beg a little more, I do so love hearing you not sound like an ass." Guard Fire taunted, and reached down to squeeze the other's stiff cord.

Guard Wing had been mid complaint when he was groped, and groaned again. "Please, hot head— I need… th-this." It was getting harder to think, Guard Fire thumbing him like that. "Please."

The fire truck laughed and let go of the cord, moving close to lean against the other and wrap a leg around his waist and the tree. His arms wound around the other's head as he brought his face in close and ground against the cord. "Perfect~"