Rodimus stared over his glass of sparkling energon. It was another fun night at Swerve's, which meant lots of drink and lots of open fragging. Whirl was laid across one table, plug connecting him to a squirming Tailgate in Cyclonus' lap. There was a distinct bulge in Tailgate's plating, too and Cyclonus looked thoroughly content. A rare sight for the usually stoic mech.

But Rodimus had plans tonight. He had a target that he was determined to seduce.

Thunderclash sat in a chair by himself, sipping a drink and trying to not stare at everything going around him. He sat there, with his stupid big hands holding his glass, and his stupid soft and polite smile, his stupid bright red optics, and his stupid painted flames on his broad chest.

Rodimus grumbled and downed the rest, practically slamming his glass on the bar. He stood up and stretched out, pressing one hand to the bar. "Swerve! Play something sexy!"

Swerve grinned, recognizing the glint in Rodimus' optics. "No problem, Cap! Who are ya gonna weasel into your bed tonight? Magnus isn't here, Brainstorm's off in his lab, heard Riptide's got two spikes. Oh! Nautica and Skids!"

Rodimus shook his head, still staring at Thunderclash. "Nope!"

Swerve lightly pouted, but nodded and grabbed the remote for the music. He changed the music to something more upbeat. Rodimus made a show of stretching out and walking towards Thunderclash.

Thunderclash looked at Rodimus, leaning back in his chair. It was one of the bigger, plush chairs with comfortable arm rests. Magnus usually used it when he decided to relax and have a drink.

Thunderclash straightened up and jumped slightly when Rodimus stepped between his legs, nudging his legs apart. "Yes, Captain?"

Rodimus lightly pouted, bending over with his hands on his hips. "I want your attention. Now, continue sitting there and just look pretty."

Thunderclash nodded slightly, settling back in his chair. "As you command."

Rodimus smirked and wiggled some, swaying his hips slowly. He let his plating flare out as his biolights shined brightly. He knew he was sexy and the engex was certainly loosening his little inhibitions even more.

Rodimus wiggled his hips when he turned away from Thunderclash, pressing his hands to his thighs. He smirked at Thunderclash over his shoulder, slowly straightening up and arching his spine beautifully.

He turned slowly, sliding into the big mech's lap and hugging his shoulders. He put on his best sexy smile, his naturally hot frame running hotter as he slowly grinding his hips. He moved slowly, his smile sliding back into a smirk.

Thunderclash forced his frame to keep perfectly still as he gripped the arms of the chair. He stared at Rodimus, his glass on the small table beside him. He swallowed thickly as he watched, seemingly entranced by his movements.

Rodimus had obviously done this before; he moved so fluidly like pure oil across smooth plating. Thunderclash honestly didn't know the proper etiquette, but he kept his hands firmly on the arms of his chair. He simply let Rodimus do as he wanted, which was give him a lap dance apparently.

Rodimus arched back as he stared down at Thunderclash, sliding one down his front plating and to his interface panel. He let the panel slide away, revealing his wet valve and his spike extending fully. He knew what he wanted and he was determined to get what he wanted.

Thunderclash blinked in surprise, feeling the heat practically radiating from Rodimus' array. He squirmed some, sitting up straighter. "I do not think that's proper, Captain."

Rodimus tilted his head, almost lazily stroking his spike as he continued rotating his hips slowly. "It's kink night, we can do whatever we'd like tonight. Or are you one of those 'no fragging before conjunx' mechs?"

Thunderclash frowned slightly, shaking his head. "I've had casual interface before, Captain -"

Rodimus' groan cut him off and he pressed closer, shamelessly rutting his spike against Thunderclash's plating. "Ugh, stop calling me 'captain'. Just call me Rodimus. Or sweetspark~."

Thunderclash reset his audials, his jaw slightly agape as he stared at the pretty mech in his lap. He could feel a bit of transfluid leaking onto his plating and some lubricant dripping from Rodimus' valve. "Rodimus will do just fine."

Rodimus smirked, peering down at him. "Your spike, my valve. Right here, right now."

Thunderclash tilted his head slightly. His frame did feel uncomfortably warm and not just from Rodimus' own hot frame grinding against him. He gently gripped his hips, rubbing his thumbs against the hot plating. "Are you sure?"

Rodimus grinded his wet valve against his panelling, moaning softly and smearing lubricant against him. "Ahh, yes, I'm so sure."

Thunderclash nodded and swallowed thickly as he gently pushed Rodimus away some to let his panel slide away and his spike. Rodimus purred softly and looked down, blinking at the big spike. It was thick alright, very proportionate to the mech himself.

But that wasn't what made Rodimus pause in all his movements, the deep bass of the music vibrating in his struts. The tip of his spike was red and he had softly glowing biolights between each plating. The length of the spike was a swirl of dark blue and light blue, like a perfect ice cream swirl.

Rodimus blinked slowly as he stared at the colorful spike and grinned, a small snicker escaping him. "I need to get that thick spike inside me."

Thunderclash shifted slightly, sitting up straighter. "I believe some preparation would be best. My previous partners quite enjoyed my foreplay."

Rodimus gave him an almost bored look before rolling his eyes and grabbing the big spike before aligning it with his valve. Thunderclash gasped softly and gripped his hips tighter, prepared to pull him away before Rodimus pushed himself down onto his spike.

Thunderclash moaned at the sudden heat wrapping around his spike. Rodimus himself was hot, but his valve was even hotter. And, wet. So, very wet.

Rodimus moaned softly at the almost pleasant burn from the sudden stretch in his valve. He started moving slowly, rocking his hips. Thunderclash's spike was so big and felt so good, rubbing against almost every sensitive in his valve.

Thunderclash gently gripped his hips, moaning softly. He had a brief moment of concern for Rodimus before realizing just how welcoming his valve was and how much it stretched to accomodate his spike. He simply held his hips, forcing his hips still.

Rodimus tilted his head back, still slowly moving. His valve was already dripping. "Ahh, stroke my spike for me. Make it feel so good..."

Thunderclash nodded, gently wrapping his hand around the colorful spike. He slowly stroked the spike, taking a deep breath to keep still. Rodimus' valve felt so wonderful, he was forcing himself to keep still. He wanted to thrust up into him, meet every downward thrust with an equally pleasurable thrust upward.

But, he stayed still and gently stroked Rodimus' flame-painted spike. It certainly matched his expectation of what the fiery captain's spike should look like. He smiled at Rodimus, stroking his spike in time with Rodimus' movements.

Rodimus moaned loudly, moving his hips faster. Thunderclash's spike felt so good, definitely one of the best spikes he'd taken. He honestly expected nothing less from the perfect mech.

Thunderclash moaned, pressing back into his chair and thrusting up slightly as he stroked his spike faster. Only a few thrusts more and then Rodimus was moaning loudly, his hips twitching as his spike squirted transfluid across Thunderclash's chest and his calipers fluttering around Thunderclash's spike, lubricant practically gushing out.

Thunderclash groaned loudly as he overloaded swiftly, transfluid squirting up into Rodimus' valve. His hips jerked a few times and he stroked Rodimus' twitching spike a few more times.

Rodimus sank down onto his spike as he settled down, relaxing into Thunderclash. Thunderclash gently rubbed his back, taking a deep breath. "Wow..."

Rodimus chuckled softly, sliding his arms around his shoulders. "Mm, you're as good a fuck as I thought you'd be."

Thunderclash smiled at him, gently rubbing his back. Rodimus was even hotter to the touch than when he initially settled onto his lap. "Thank you. You're a very good interfacing partner."

Rodimus cheekily smirked at him, kissing his cheek. "Aww, aren't you a proper mech. Wanna head to the showers and get even dirtier?"

Thunderclash stared at him for a moment before flushed, looking away from him. "Perhaps a bit of class wouldn't hurt you, Rodimus."

Rodimus snickered, his grin only growing and his legs wrapping around Thunderclash's hips as the big mech stood.

Total. Success.