Drill Boy X Shadowmaru
His brothers would kill him.
Drill Boy came to this conclusion relatively late in the act of interfacing, but that was nothing new. What was new was that Shadowmaru was interfacing with him on top of the four build team desks. Drill Boy's front rest on the flat surface as the violet ninja pounded into him, gripping his hips harshly. What had started as a joke request between the two of them had become a preferred position.
Doggy style, of course.
On his knees, Shadowmaru's cord thrust deep into the soccer detective, causing the littler mech to moan loudly. Drill Boy lie on the desk with his aft in the air, hands gripping the edges of the tables. They'd been at this all evening, everyone else out. He had already overloaded, Shadowmaru had yet to; too busy driving him to another. He… needed to figure out a way to clean the desk up later. Shadowmaru began to thrust harder, leaning heavily over Drill Boy and snapping his hips into the orange mech. Gasping, Drill Boy's valve clenched around the ninja detective and he arched his back. His overload caused more lubricant to leak onto the tabletops, valve stuffed full. The calipers tighetened around Shadowmaru's interface and kept the mech on top of him as they came down. Shadowmaru panted before pulling out, cracking his stiff knuckle joints. The only five minutes Drill Boy was ever quiet for were the five after a good interface.
Exkaiser X Fighbird/Katori, android au. this is actually just fluffy with smooches.
Human bodies were weird. Exkaiser had previously determined this, but now was discovering further evidence. Okay sure, they were useful for spending time with Kouta and the other kids, but they were not his armored self and it was weird.
He'd just been cuddling with Katori for some time, a thought tickling the back of his mind. Humans interfaced, produced offspring through this manner, but how did they? He dropped his soft kisses from Katori's face to around his neck and collar, feeling the other chuckle in his throat. Clothing was another peculiar thing to him, as he was always in his battle armor and that was that. Humans wore things stylishly, to hide shame as Haruka had mentioned when his android body was created. Exkaiser didn't really understand the appeal, but gently rubbed at Katori's hip through his jeans. The tough fabric just seemed to prevent his touches, but Katori hummed approvingly. Exkaiser didn't understand it, but still lavished the other android with affection, kissing and nipping and nuzzling, avoiding most of the weird fabric.
Clothing, what an anomaly.
Power Joe X Kagerou
Power Joe whined and squirmed on his berth, servo vigorously pumping his cord under a frilly apron. He rubbed the fabric along his length, panting for air to cool his systems. The black maid outfit really did fit his figure well, and the skirt was loose enough to not catch on his shovel teeth codpiece. The yellow mech's feet kicked against the surface of the berth, sliding as he tried to pull them up. He could see lubricant staining the apron, leaking through the thin fabric. Moaning loudly, Power Joe's helm thumped against the wall, his hips straining, close, so close—
The door clicked and he froze like a deer in headlights, servo squeezing himself. He had locked the door, how had—
Kagerou blinked at him once, optic scanning the room curiously. It didn't take him long to figure out he'd caught his boyfriend with his hand in the cookie jar. The power shovel did have an appreciation for costumes. Power Joe looked down a little shamefully, there wasn't really anyway he could hide his pressurized cord. Stupid scanner optic. Stupid lockpicking ninja boyfriend-
"Would you like some assistance?" he heard Kagerou coo softly, and the yellow mech looked up, optics wide. The ninja was idly toying with a large featherduster, a grin on his face. "You seem too messy for a cleaning service."