Stormsiren cleaned out an empty cube, stacking it neatly with the others. Music played quietly in the background, filling the rare silence of her bar, Ecstasis. A popular hangout for bandits, misfits, and bounty hunters alike. A little place of peace, where alliance didn't matter as long as the rules were obeyed and no tabs were left unpaid.
A few unconscious Cybertronians were sprawled across each other on the floor, but that wasn't uncommon. Too many drinks would do that to a low-tolerance mech, she mused.
She stacked up the cleaned cubes when the door slid open, a familiar silver wolfish mech strolling in. She barely glanced over her shoulder to look at him. "Finally come to visit lil' ol' me, Steeljaw?"
Steelaw smirked, sliding up to the bar and taking a stool, tossing a few credits onto the bar. "Gimmie a Hot Comet, extra heat. I just had a few high-risk, high-reward bounties and could use a nice drink with my favorite bartender."
She smirked, pulling out two smaller cubes and grabbing the needed liquors for the drink. "One Hot Comet coming up. I assume I'll be getting a hefty tip tonight?"
He took a slow glance around, his ears relaxing back. "Looks like a good tip wouldn't hurt with this crowd."
She chuckled, spinning the bottle expertly between her digits before pouring some into the glass. "Well, then, that just means more attention for you, doesn't it?"
He smirked at her, his optics shining bright already. "And, oh, how I do love your attention, Stormy."
She pulled a lighter from under the bar and flicked it open, brushing it against the liquid of the drink. It lit up brightly, bright blue flames shining. "Bottoms up, tough stuff."
He took the glass and blew out the flame before downing it, his ears standing straight up. He shook his head quickly, setting the glass down. "You know how to burn a mech without even trying."
She chuckled softly, taking the glass and setting it aside. "Thank you, I do try. Now, where's my kiss from my favorite mech?"
He grinned and leaned across the bar. "I'll promise not to tear up your bar too much this time."
She softly snorted, but grabbed his shoulder. "I'll kick your aft myself if you do."
He softly growled, pressing his lips to hers. She easily returned the kiss, stepping closer to the bar. He slid his glosssa against her as he grabbed her aft, carefully standing up and hauling her onto the bar.
She swung her legs over the bar, hooking her pedes around his waist. He pressed close to her, giving her aft another squeeze. She moaned softly, pulling him closer and sneaking her digits down to tease the base of his doorwings.
He shuddered, grinding against her. "Oh, it's been too long. Quickie and then sneak off to my ship? I got a new mattress, the softest, plushest material I could find."
She moaned softly and nodded. "Just get your damn spike inside me."
He smirked, opening his panel to let his spike extend. Her own slid open and he slid his spike into her valve, groaning at the tight, wet heat. She moaned softly, shifting slightly as she glanced over at the sleeping group of mechs.
He started slowly moving, lightly kissing along her neck and shoulder. She continued teasing the bases of his doorwings. He squeezed her hips, kissing and nipping along her neck and shoulder.
She moaned softly as he moved, tucking her face against his neck. Her valve practically leaked lubricant as he moved, dripping onto the bar under herself. One more stain that'd surely never come out, oh well.
He thrusted faster, moaning against her shoulder. She moaned softly, tightening her grip on his doorwings. He squeezed her hips, shuddering when her valve clenched around his spike.
He nipped her shoulders, moaning as he spilled his transfluid into her valve. She shuddered, mewling softly. It really had been too long since her last good frag.
He moaned softly and pressed close, relaxing into her. "Fuck, I've missed you."
She hummed softly, relaxing into him. "It's really been too long since our last meetup. You should come by more often."
He chuckled softly and nodded. "I'll keep it in mind."