Proper Care
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"And this," Skyfire murmurs, "is really how Seekers woo their mates?"
Starscream moans softly and pushes his wings back into his lover's warm hands. "Why, of course. Giving a proper wing massage is considered an art form in its own right among my kind. How else would we determine the worth of a potential mate?"
"How else indeed?" Skyfire says, and Starscream doesn't have to see his lover's faceplates to know that he's smiling. He buries deeper into the berth's mesh padding and flicks his ailerons to draw the other's attention, but Skyfire is having none of it. Instead, he places one palm flat against the left wing root while the fingers of his other hand curl around its leading edge. Before Starscream can protest, he gently bends the whole appendage first inwards, then outwards, while simultaneously sending a series of low magnetic pulses into the metal surface that makes Starscream's flight sensors tingle. He arches clean off the berth in both surprise and pleasure, moaning unabashedly.
"I will need a lot of practice, then," Skyfire says. His voice sounds a bit muffled. It takes Starscream a moment to realize that the warmth that envelopes his neglected aileron is his lover's mouth. He hums in contentment, and then he gasps loudly when Skyfire uses his glossa to gently push the sensitive strip of metal back and forth in its joints. Starscream feels his wing quiver as his sensor net lights up with sensation. He has to bite his lips to not sob his pleasure into the bedding.
"Because," Skyfire continues between licks, "I fully intend to become your top candidate." He slides his hands over to the other wing, and Starscream thinks that he'll have to rearrange his schedule. They will need so much time to practice.
*Fin*