Firewing stood sat in the command chair as Megatron stood beside her; having not wanted her to stand while he sat. She sighed as lent against one arm, legs stretching out over the other, servo over her abdomen.

Megatron chuckled at the display. "Comfortable?" he asked, as he watched his mate stretch lazily across the chair.

"Definitely" the femme sighed as she looked up at him, her optics dimmed slightly with lust; causing him to shudder. She smirked as she saw this, not missing the way his frame trembled with desire. She suddenly stood from the chair, her wings flaring in a promise of pleasure. "I might head to our quarters, I feel like having a nap" she said, over her shoulder; but the flicker of her wings said that a nap was far from what she wanted.

Megatron watched her leave, his frame heating from the display; that he was thankful no-one else caught, before suddenly walking after her. "Soundwave you're in charge" he said, as he left the command centre to follow his mate.

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Firewing smiled as she felt her mate's presence behind her. She knew he couldn't resist the temptation she threw at him. She almost giggled as she entered their quarters; leaving the door open for him, before lying on the berth wings flared seductively.

Megatron stepped into the room; closing the door behind him, almost stalling as he watched his mate's wings. "That was some display you put on" he said softly, stalking towards the small femme.

"Only for you my mate" the femme purred back as she rolled onto her back, moaning gently as the mechs servo stroked her cockpit.

Megatron grinned as the femmes cockpit opened, allowing him to play with the controls inside. He watched as the femmes face morphed into pleasure as his digits fiddled with the sensitive controls instruments; loving the small gasps she let out. He grabbed her wrists as she attempted to touch him, pinning them both above her helm. He knew she would want to touch him, but he had other ideas. "You are not aloud to touch me" his only response was a low, almost pitiful whine; causing Megatron to chuckle. "Let this be your punishment for display in the command centre" he said as he continued stroking her controls.

Firewing mewled as she tried to press further into his servos, frame trembling in pleasure as his digits stroked every inch of her cockpit; her overload getting closer. "Please" she whimpered, trying to pry her servos free from his grip; with no luck.

"Not until I see you overload my dear" the silver mech whispered, as he lent down to nibble and lick at her neck cables.

That was all the Firewing needed to push her into overload, her frame arching into his as his digits continued their ministrations as her overload tapered off. She lay there, panting heavily as his servos idly massage her chest. She brought her servos; that the silver mech had finally released, to his chestplates, marking out every seam; causing him to shudder. "Now what will you do with me?" she asked, almost innocently; though her optics full of desire.

Megatron grinned as he climbed onto the berth, settling between her open legs, his servos gently massaging her inner thighs. He suddenly smirked as her codpiece slid away. "Perhaps it would be better if I showed you"

Firewing moaned softly as she heard his codpiece slide away, allowing his spike to pressurise. She groaned blissfully as he rubbed the underside of his spike against her valve, causing her to arch slightly. "Please" she practically begged as she clawed at his forearms, wanting to feel him filling her.

Megatron chuckled slightly before lining himself up to his mate's valve. He groaned as he gently thrust forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. He started rocking into her, loving the little gasps he drew from her; before thrusting hard and fast. He trembled slightly as he felt her servos trace transformation seams. "Primus" he sighed, throwing his helm back as he continued his pace. He knew he wasn't going to last long, though if the femmes shudders were anything to go by neither would she.

"Megatron" Firewing sighed sensually as she arched into him; servos gripping his shoulders. "Close"

Megatron growled as he pistoned into the tight valve, loving how the femme beneath him reacted to their union. He gritted his denta as he heard the femme cry out in overload; loving how the valve tightened around him. He suddenly thrust in deep, before roaring in pleasure; releasing his transfluid into the gorgeous red femme. He panted deeply as he rolled over to lay next to the femme; allowing both their codpieces to slide back into place, before wrapping his arms around her, bringing her to his chestplates. "I love you my queen" he whispered as he kissed the top of her helm.

"And I love you my king" the femme replied as she kissed his chestplates; feeling him shudder in pleasure. It didn't take long for both of them to fall into a light recharge, still getting used to the idea of actually having spare time to do such things.

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