CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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This chapter contains explicit (consensual) sexual themes. The first third still dances on the edge, but after the second "XXX" things delve into the explicit. If this is content you are not comfortable with, then these themes will take a break after a couple of chapters and I'll see you then. :) I'll make sure to ensure the beginning of the chapters indicate if there are explicit themes involved and when those themes are discontinued. This is another long one simply because it would have otherwise been split unevenly with one short and one decently-long chapter, so I decided to combine again. Thank you for your guys' continued support, and enjoy the chapter!
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"Equipped?" Jack questioned, already feeling extraordinarily nervous for what was to come. Though Megatron had assured him he would feel nothing, it still felt inherently sexual to be messing with the parts cleverly hidden behind his panel.
Megatron flashed him another amused grin.
"That is, perhaps, a more slang term than what a proper medical expert may refer to it as," he tapped at the top of the sharp metal which rested between his legs. "A Cybertronian may refer to themselves as equipped, or unequipped, should they lack the apparatus."
Jack took time to process what he meant. "So . . . you weren't born with it?"
"As we come from the Well, or a hotspot, sexual reproduction is unnecessary, thus never developed," Megatron explained with enough conciseness Jack could understand without becoming confused. "As such, our pleasure centers are vastly different from that of a human's. We call it sparkplay; a charge is slowly built within the spark and then released in a single blast, very similar to what you may refer to as an orgasm."
Jack felt his cheeks warm, guiltily enjoying how Megatron said that. Somehow, the word orgasm was rather elegant coming off his tongue, said with such smoothness he wondered how many times the mech had said it to wring out climax from his partner, promising their release with sweet words and honeyed tones.
"How do you do sparkplay?" He asked, trying to stay on topic and not become distracted, well aware if he did not get some education first, he would regret jumping the gun on intimacy.
"I am sure you are aware the wires beneath our armor, that which is not covered by protoform, is sensitive," Megatron flexed an arm, running a single digit along one of his many jagged seams. "Gentle touches send pleasure along the wires, the peripheral lines less sensitive than their proximal counterparts. As one continues to touch, charge builds in the spark until it reaches its limit. Naturally, charge can also be brought about by words, excitement, and self-pleasure."
"So, not that much different from a human," Jack recalled how he would touch Megatron's chest, understanding he was probably driving the tyrant crazy without even realizing it. "Context is probably important as well."
"Indeed," the dictator's denta gleamed at him, "and the preferences of each partner."
Jack swallowed a little. "Then, why . . . equipment?"
"Another personal preference, one which became secularly popular after organics - and their reproductive methods - were discovered," Megatron seemed mildly distant as he recalled the Cybertronian history, "though it was considered a low caste activity until the middle of the Golden Age, when it finally became popular amongst the higher castes as well. A Cybertronian may customize their equipment to their liking, and partners tended to select compatible options should they desire to also partake in more than just standard sparkplay."
The young man nodded, equating it to any other kind of sex toy in his mind. It was still odd, he supposed, to realize such an activity was considered purely recreational amongst the Cybertronian race, though understandable.
"You said you had . . . alternatives," he said slowly, well aware what this question would lead to, "so . . . what are those?"
The tyrant's engine purred, his servo shifting as a hiss indicated his panel was detaching. He adjusted his perch on the bed, allowing himself to settle into a comfortable position as he finally revealed to Jack what he had likely been wanting to show him for a long time.
Jack's mind stalled as he tried to process what he was looking at. Resting at the top-most portion of the mechanics between his legs was what at first appeared to be a hole, about twice the size of a half-dollar; further inspection revealed there was actually something in there, though Jack did not have much time to dwell on that as he continued down the array. There he saw what was most clearly female parts, soft mesh the perfect labia shape, resting around an entrance. Along the edges as well were odd bumps, barely the size of his pinky nail, though he could not discern what they were.
I could be penetrated . . . or do the penetrating, he realized, feeling a little lightheaded by the revelation. Did Megatron actually allow for such a thing to be utilized, or was it because he was unsure what to get? Jack was no expert, so he had no idea if it was unused or not, though he could accurately guess he would eventually find out.
"This," Megatron began to explain, sensing the human had no idea where to start, his digit circling the hole, "is my spike, your male equivalent. It is currently in its sheath, however once I allow energon flow to the region it will become erect, as I am sure you are familiar with."
The last comment caused Jack to blush even harder, acutely aware of his own partial arousal. With time it was softening, though anything could set him off at this point.
And he would probably welcome it, as much as he struggled to regain some self control.
"Is it, um, like a penis?" Jack felt one-hundred percent awkward and filthy for saying such a thing, starting to wonder how he agreed to this so readily.
"Similar in shape, but it does not have the same functions as your own," Megatron looked amused by his discomfort, though he was taking this rather seriously. "It releases nothing, as it only serves to streamline pleasure to my spark and cause an overload."
Jack nodded slowly, swallowing the saliva which was collecting fervently in his mouth. "And . . . your, erm, female parts?"
"The valve is modeled after that of a human's," Megatron informed him shamelessly, "however much more refined and elegant. I had additional sensory nodes placed on the outside and inside, as I correctly suspected I would be utilizing it far more often than my spike."
The comment earned him a blink, Jack taken aback. He tried to fathom Megatron being convinced to take it rather than the other way around, which he had been imagining this whole time. It took him a few seconds to compute, Megatron's amusement only growing as he watched him struggle.
"If you wish to touch, I have disabled all of the sensory nodes and restricted the pleasure core, so I will not derive any direct gratification," he spoke as the silence persisted, watching Jack become red in the face once more. He was most certainly experiencing all of this for the first time, though the warlord was glad he was taking this time to learn. It would allow for fewer bumps when the true intimacy began, though he doubted Jack would appreciate it being in this gilded cage of his. It was also typical for these modern humans to consider their first time special, and he was certain the one before him was no exception. He would have to plan a dedicated outing, then, and ensure it gave Jack the maximum comfort before they proceeded.
He wanted only pleasure, and no fear, nor unwanted pain, when they took this relationship to the next stage. Not just to avoid the inconvenience which would come with interruptions; the warlord wanted to see pure gratification as it was written in the language of Jack's body.
Jack swallowed, shifting and moving closer, grimacing as his legs ached in protest. He looked up at red optics, noticing how they were duller than normal - Megatron was using immense self-restraint to keep himself in line. The Decepticon waited patiently, allowing Jack to take his time as well.
Lightly he started at the spike port, though quickly moved on to the valve when his fingers hit the smooth head. Having expected pure metal he was shocked by how soft the mesh was, and how it only got softer the closer he became to the entrance.
It was weird, he had to admit, doing this without the intent of deriving pleasure, like some kind of twisted science experiment, though he tried to push down the discomfort. He could stop at any time, could pull back and say no whenever he wanted, if he really needed to.
Fingers brushed against the nodes, the comparatively harder nubs giving only a little to the pressure of his touch. He felt what was obviously supposed to be the clitoris at the forefront of the opening, almost cracking a joke about how he could find it before reminding himself to be mature about this.
Not to mention Megatron likely wouldn't find it funny, as he was not very privy to human humor.
His fingers returned to the entrance, lightly feeling along it. He heard Megatron vent slowly, deeply, as a finger slid inside of him, feeling along the walls. They were soft, impossibly so, clearly designed to receive an organic and be gentle with them, Jack feeling more nodes and rippling cables within.
Eyes looked back up to meet hazy optics, Jack seeing very clearly if he asked, they could do it, right now. He even seriously considered it, his body shivering at how easy it would be to request the dictator release his control and let them take this farther than they ever should have.
"Though you are unable to feel it," Megatron broke the silence, pulling Jack's thoughts away before they could sweep him into another black hole, "I am able to generate my own lubricant as well, making our interface seamless."
Carefully sliding out of him, Jack struggled to find words and not be so obviously spiraling out of control.
"If we . . . do this," he said slowly, "you would let me . . . penetrate you?"
Megatron's soft chuckle was almost concealed by the sounds of his movements as he shifted, sliding his panel back into place with a quiet click.
"Penetration is not the equivalent of power," he said unabashedly, seemingly aware of the subtext of Jack's question, "though it is easy to consider the one giving the one in control, understand that I will be taking, as I have always done. I receive nothing, Jack, I take it for myself."
A shiver ran down his spine as the Cybertronian continued moving, his breath taken away as Megatron planted his servos at his sides, effectively trapping him with nowhere to go except back against the headboard. His optics were once again blazing, the pleasure behind them simmering with a heat Jack could only imagine, not feel.
"Make no mistake, I do not submit in the slightest," he said, though his derma were stretched into a grin, "however, I am under the distinct impression you will not be opposed to such an arrangement."
Letting loose a soft puff of breath, Jack tried to keep himself under control, his heart hammering so loud in his chest he wondered if the tyrant could hear it. "I have my limits," he reminded the dictator.
"Naturally, I will ensure you are never outside of your comfort zone without your permission," Megatron replied, caressing the side of his face. Jack shivered, sighing softly.
"Okay . . . okay," he nodded, swallowing some of the saliva which pooled in his throat. There was a pause, his eyes searching the tyrant's face, wondering if they were going to go any further tonight, what his plans were.
At this point, he was starting to ache, the uncomfortable feeling painstakingly slow to go away, especially as Megatron hovered above his body. It was difficult to not imagine getting pinned to the bed and feeling his servos all over him, only making him want it even more. Adrenaline, painful and yet so sinfully beautiful, shot through his chest, straight into the dull throbbing which only continued to increase his physical discomfort.
He took another deep, shivering breath.
"So . . . do you want to do this?" He asked, his voice wavering mildly. "Because I . . . I . . ."
The young man received a truly surprised look, Megatron having clearly not expected such an inquiry. He immediately felt stupid, wondering if he had said something wrong and coming to the obvious conclusion that, since Megatron replaced his panel, he was not intending to utilize the equipment between his legs.
Which was also confusing, because he had believed once he had some education, Megatron would be more than ready to continue his advances to copulation. Instead, he seemed rather restrained, the human blinking as he tried to puzzle out what it meant.
"I was under the impression you may prefer your first time to be . . . memorable," Megatron's quirked optic ridge was subtle, yet present, "and not within the confines of this space. As you mentioned before, we have only just reunited - I took that as an indication you wish to wait. You are also injured, and I am reluctant to exacerbate your wounds."
His mouth was partially open, though Jack could not find it in himself to close it just yet, wanting to say something yet unsure how to go about it.
"Not to be sarcastic, but, uh, I think you would be a memorable partner regardless if you were my first, or hundredth," he said, swallowing a little. "And I guess I didn't consider my legs . . ."
Shifting he flinched, huffing and yet feeling some semblance of relief as such stimulus killed his mood. Taking a few breaths to steady his body before it became overwhelmed by the dull throbbing of his injured knee and ankle, he returned his gaze to Megatron.
"But . . ." he sighed. "It's going to take time to heal, and I . . . shouldn't be here for longer than I have to be. And once I get back, everybody is going to freak. You wouldn't be able to visit even if you wanted to, and I . . ." Jack huffed, "I really don't want to have to wait for weeks, maybe even months."
The tyrant's expression settled on amused, his chuckle deep within his chest.
"If I had known you were this eager, I would have done away with pleasantries," denta flashed at him. "However, I still believe you would feel more comfortable if we were to interface in a place of your choosing on Earth."
Jack blinked, staring at him for a long moment. "A place of my choosing?"
"I will take care of the rest," Megatron said smoothly, caressing Jack's cheek, "I only wish for you to be comfortable, as well as give myself an opportunity to have uninterrupted time to focus on you."
Cheeks flushed once more. Jack nodded numbly, his mind racing.
We're doing this. We're really going to do this.
Wherever I want.
If I want.
I should be going home. I should be wanting to leave. But . . . I don't.
The idea of traveling just for sex seemed a little odd, as Jack would have been just as happy doing it here, now. Megatron seemed under the impression he wanted his first time to be . . . special. And he supposed that was something he had not considered overtly, but somewhat expected. Megatron was certainly a unique partner, one who would definitely be considered special regardless of the circumstances.
He considered his options, suddenly flooded with a thousand places he could go, wondering if there were any restrictions, or if Megatron would make it happen regardless of obstacles. As he thought the tyrant merely waited, appearing eternally patient despite most certainly not being the case.
Where would they go? He had the entire world in the palm of his hand, and he had no idea where to start. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts he silently listed all of the areas he did want to go. The next step was trying to narrow them down, specifically asking where he wanted to be intimate with Megatron. Where would he be most comfortable?
Someplace private, probably, and isolated. A place where volume would not be a huge issue, where if Jack needed to scream . . .
Whoa, whoa, whoa, he is not making me scream if I can help it.
He swallowed, feeling excited shivers run down his spine.
"I know in Asia, like Japan and Tibet, they have hot springs," he said, "and I've always wanted to know what those feel like; they're supposed to be very healing. If we . . . could get a private spring . . ."
Megatron's optics flashed.
"If that is what you wish, I will make it happen," he promised, "As soon as possible."
Jack nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes . . . that is what I want." He said with conviction. "I think some hot springs would be nice."
The tyrant gave him a satisfied expression, appearing pleased by his decision. "Very well. I will ensure to obtain a suite to your liking."
Excitement fluttered in his chest, Jack nodding, though he tried to keep himself reined in. Too much energy, and he would seem desperate. But not enough, and he would appear disinterested. Nevertheless, the prospect of pursuing this was both intimidating and thrilling. As wrong as he knew it was, Jack wanted this. Having fallen this far, he did not think he could go any further.
Though if he did . . . would he stop then?
His arms wrapped around the dictator's neck, Megatron ex-venting deeply in surprise when the human kissed him again. He did not protest in the least, shifting his weight so he could press himself closer to Jack, one servo curling into the sheets and gripping them tightly, the other lacing through his dark hair to hold his head. Greedily enjoying the Decepticon's touches, he traced along the curves of his armor, shivering deeply.
If he did not leave, they could do this as often as they wanted, without fear of the Autobots, or his mother, finding out. He could drink every drop of affection given to him, as Megatron - evil, corrupt, provocative Megatron - gave everything he was and more. It would just be them, and Jack would not have a single responsibility in the world.
But that wasn't him, and it never could be him. He loved his mother, he loved his friends, even as this tyrant sunk his claws deeper into his heart. Abandoning them was wrong, and he would never forgive himself for doing such a thing. This thing he had with Megatron was to remain in the shadows for all of time, no matter how much he wished it could be a regular, unhindered phenomenon.
However, right now, he allowed himself to focus on nothing else but the metallic body which desired to consume his flesh, body quivering restlessly with the unspoken promises of so much more.
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Jack had no idea how long he remained in the strange house, having slept away several hours whilst he waited for Megatron to return. It could have been a day, or maybe two, he was unsure. Yet by the time the Decepticon came back he was limping along on his legs, managing the pain with Tylenol rather effectively and keeping both joints tightly wrapped in medical gauze and tape. The pressure more than anything seemed to help the most, keeping them stabilized as he made careful, ginger movements.
Pack light, yet pack well.
Surprised was perhaps the incorrect word to use when he opened the closet in the master bedroom, as he was both anticipating and wondering if clothes were present - and indeed they were. Soundwave, or someone, had stockpiled quite the range of apparel within, though it was all still in its packaging. Rifling through a rather shocking variety, Jack found a few outfits he would be comfortable wearing for their trip. Initially he considered wearing something provocative, yet that was not his style; and despite trying on a few questionable items he simply could not get them to fit in the places he wanted them to. Straps and lace were not flattering on him.
Oh well. If this was going how he expected, he'd be naked anyways.
Two days, essentially a weekend - though Jack had no idea what day it was - were dedicated to this. Though he had indeed initially disagreed with the idea of staying with the tyrant for a week, he had to admit he changed his mind. At least they had established he would be leaving after this, taken back to Earth in a place the Autobots could find him. This was not going to convince him to stay, as much as he considered it. He had too many responsibilities to his mother, and even himself, to just lay about and be the Decepticon leader's house-spouse.
He had no idea if Megatron expected to be ravishing him day in and day out, and the idea of going for so long made his muscles burn prematurely, though he tried to reason it out. It was more likely the tyrant was looking for an excuse to get away for a bit; he doubted the Decepticons took many vacations. Jack was just a bonus.
Finding a place to stay had been much easier than he anticipated, Jack once again suspecting the tyrant had used quite a bit of money to bribe his way in. Still, as long as the money was real, and not taken from someone who actually needed it, the young man supposed he could look over the ethics of it.
I am possibly stealing someone's vacation spot because I want to bang the leader of the Decepticons . . . I could be committing worse crimes, I guess.
Absence most certainly did make his heart grow fonder, as Jack knew a month and a half ago he would have balked at the idea of doing something such as this. The guilt was still there, but it felt almost numb, Jack justifying his decisions in a way he could cope.
The Autobots already assumed he was a prisoner; what were a couple more days with the Decepticons before he eventually made his way back?
He knew his mother would be worried sick, but at least when he returned unscathed he would soothe most of her anxiety. That was the important part: he would be relatively unharmed, though the young man allowed himself to relent and let Megatron leave the occasional love mark. Besides, it was a better way to paint the story of the tyrant caring about him too much to actually hurt him, and Jack could easily discuss how Megatron refused to torture him, so he let him go.
None of which would be a lie, though Jack already had secured the dictator's personal hailing frequency again, carefully memorized. Megatron was already aware he would not receive the human's new address from him, and would instead need to wait until everything blew over before Jack contacted him.
The familiar guilt of sneaking around with the Decepticon nestled itself in his chest again, though Jack easily ignored it for now. At this point, he was not really sneaking, though it could be argued one way or the other.
Carefully stacking the clothes he intended to wear - outside of what he currently donned - he ran through a mental list of necessities. Once he was satisfied he had everything he needed, including toiletries, he carefully packed it into a duffel bag, wondering just how much of this he would actually use.
Ensure you pack items you will not get attached to, as I may rip or tear what you are wearing. Whether by accident or intentionally is up to you.
He tried not to think too hard about what could happen on this outing. It would only make him nervous, and there was a fear of underperforming because he thought too hard about it. There was a delicate balance between expecting and being spontaneous in the moment; prioritizing expectations could result in pleasure being delayed, and too much spontaneity could ruin the mood.
Another thing, too, was there was a lack of swimwear around the home. The young man tried to take in stride, packing extra boxers, though from what he knew it was not unusual for people to bathe in the pools in the nude.
Something he was not entirely sure he was comfortable with, despite the fact he was planning to have sex with Megatron.
A bizarre sentence to think about, but it was true.
Footsteps interrupted his train of thought, hearing the metallic gladiator make his way to the bedroom. He helped himself inside, red optics focused on the object of his obsession.
"Are you ready?" He asked, nothing betraying what had to be anticipation simmering below his armor. "Soundwave has ensured the suite is secured, and we need not interact with another patron or staff member unless you feel so inclined."
Jack nodded, not questioning how that was possible, certain Soundwave was capable of just about anything at this point. He probably fabricated something about how their client was seclusive, and as long as enough money was involved and the room remained pristine, there would be no questions asked.
"I think I have everything I need," he confirmed, holding up the bag. "But even if I don't . . . it's only two days, no big deal."
"Then let us not delay," Megatron turned towards a corner of the room, a Groundbridge blossoming to life as if on command. It had been a long, long time since Jack had seen such a thing - a Groundbridge in his room - his heart hammering with unbridled titillation.
They stepped through the portal together, Jack arriving on the other side into another room, this one smelled of fresh water and rain. As the Groundbridge died he looked around, expecting to see what was more or less a suite - but instead, he realized, this was more like a private villa.
They stood in the middle of what was clearly a living room, the couches and chairs very reminiscent of what he would imagine a Japanese villa would look like, the style a perfect aesthetic balance of traditional and modernized. A long dining table with six chairs nestled in a dining area which shared the floor space of the living room, the kitchenette immaculately cleaned and elegant. The room was long more than it was wide, however it was still spacious enough that six people could very easily, and comfortably, run around the place.
What was mildly off-putting was the large window which spanned across the entire wall of one side of the villa, which overlooked a nice garden and courtyard area. He was partially reassured when he realized there was a tall privacy fence between them and the outside world along this private garden, within it a small pool of crystal-clear water, one which steam curled off of in lazy tendrils.
"There are two bedrooms on either side of this common room," Megatron described, gesturing in the direction of either room. He gave him a feral grin. "I will let you pick which one is to your tastes."
Jack blushed, trying to not read too much into the tyrant's words, wondering if he was expecting them to just . . . get down to it. Though as he wandered Megatron did not follow him, coming into the bedroom nearest to the kitchenette. He was greeted by a king-sized bed, the sheets neatly tucked into the mattress. There was a spare chair and desk for work, like any standard hotel room. There was a glass door leading out into the garden, the wall continuing to carry on the legacy of the window. He was unsure he would be comfortable being so intimate with such open floor planning, however the privacy fence continued to bring some peace of mind.
Curious, he set the bag on the floor and stepped outside, shivering as the cool air intermixed with the warmth of the hot spring. An onsen, he recalled idly.
Walking to the edge of the pool, he realized he was still wearing his shoes. Quickly taking them off and silently berating himself for the simple violation of hospitality, he also removed his socks, setting them aside. He dipped his toes in the water, smiling at the thought of how good it would feel on his joints.
Deciding he would rather not further delay, he took a breath before sliding his shirt off next. After came his pants, carefully shedding them and casting them to the side, away from the edge where they could potentially get wet. Sitting at the edge he gingerly slid in, allowing his skin to become accustomed to the heat of the water. Instantly too his legs began to feel remarkably improved, relieved of the weight of his body and allowed to truly rest in suspension.
The feeling of being watched drew him to turn around after getting settled, seeing Megatron staring back at him. His optics were bright, clearly having seen the display of Jack shedding his clothes, though admittedly much was left to the imagination, as he had not turned around.
There was a pause as the warlord appeared unsure what to do, his expression carefully neutral, yet it was quite obvious he was doing everything in his power to allow Jack to settle without the pressures of their intentions here. There was desire behind those optics, barely restrained and waiting for permission to be released into the world.
Taking a few moments to collect himself, to assure himself this was something he could be comfortable with, Jack decided to take a page out of Amicus' book.
He extended an arm out, skin glistening as water dripped from his fingers as he offered the tyrant his hand. "Join me?"
Megatron's armor twitched, and he needed no further invitation. Three steps brought him to the water's edge, the Decepticon carefully lowering himself into the steaming onsen.
"Is this to your liking?" The tyrant asked.
"Yes . . . it's perfect," Jack craned his head to look at him. "I wasn't really expecting a whole villa . . ."
His engine rumbled in satisfaction.
"It was the most private option," his optics glittered. "Which will allow us to do as we wish in peace. Be it relax . . . Or other activities."
The young man blushed deeply, running nervous fingers through his hair. He settled against the stone, resting his head back while his body sank all the way down, stopping as the water lapped up to his neck.
Silence fell between them, the pair briefly lost in their own thoughts. Not wanting to make it unbearably awkward, Jack spoke again. "This is great."
Megatron watched him in amusement, his digits moving to run through his hair. Jack's eyes slid closed, smiling softly as he leaned into the touch.
"Yes. I was not expecting it to be this pleasant," Megatron ran his free servo through the water, watching it drip from the savage tips of his digits. "The water's minerals are not as uncomfortable as I initially believed."
Nodding lazily, Jack let himself drift into a cozy half-state of awake and asleep, his head to settling back against the soothing digits of the mech beside him. They did eventually drift, touching the furthest cheek, then trailing down his neck. A sharp inhale snapped his eyes open as the digits touched below his collarbone, tracing its underside. Megatron had not caressed him so boldly before, dipping down further and tracing nonsense patterns in the center of his chest, laying claim to skin untouched by him before.
His boxers, which had felt just fine being soaked with water, were now becoming uncomfortably tight.
Letting loose a shaky breath he waited, feeling those predatory talons acquaint themselves with his skin. They dipped lower, stroking just below his ribcage, when he opted to move. Sitting up he readjusted himself, Megatron shifting in anticipation.
Jack tried to surprise him once again, throwing a leg over his lap and settling against his hips, pleased to feel the water made the motion virtually painless. The warlord was indeed caught off guard, his servos moving to hold the young man's waist, optics flashing with deep hunger.
Arms wrapping around his spiked shoulders the young man wordlessly kissed him, his heart slamming against the wall of his chest. Megatron's servos ran down his body, wrapping around the back of his thighs and tugging him closer. Losing breath as his skin pressed against hot metal Jack found it hard to focus on the many things which were happening all at once, feeling clumsy whilst his lips pressed against the Decepticon's.
Megatron moved to kiss his neck, the mech burying his face into the curve of his column. His aggressive denta nipped at his skin, these ministrations far more demanding than the flutters given to him in the past. Breath hitching, Jack tried to figure out with some semblance of grace how to return the favors and touches.
The closer to the spark, the more sensitive they are.
His fingers dipped into seams, skimming across broad chest plates before slipping along beneath them. He felt the wires there, skin tingling as the Cybertronian's intense EM field buzzed against him. The grip on his legs tightened, the mouth against his collarbone becoming more intense, promising to leave marks.
He pushed against one of the large seams in his abdominal plating, Megatron's entire body jerking with a long moan. The long vent blew against his skin, prompting servos to move from his legs to his back, though one unabashedly moved to his front.
"Mm-!" Jack instinctively jumped with the insistent digits caressing the increasingly tight swelling in his boxers, gripping armor tight with a long, breathy groan. "Ah . . . Megatron . . ."
Pressing against the servo prompted the warlord to rub, his palm running from tip to base and back again in long, rich strokes. The motion against the textured boxers sent Jack's body into delightful quivers, his back arching forward to beg for another kiss from his wanton mouth.
Megatron tangled his digits into his hair, keeping him firmly locked in place. Rough metal moved against his lips, denta occasionally scraping against them with barely-restrained need to mark him. The added texture of his scars was enough to make the human melt into him, the warmth of the pool now nearly unbearable.
Digits started to pick at the edge of his boxers, Jack pausing for breath.
"We should . . . Take this to a bed," he suggested between deep inhales, "the pool already feels too hot."
Wordlessly Megatron wrapped an arm around him, picking up his human effortlessly. They exchanged yet another kiss, Jack finding each one to be as intoxicating as the last, cool air staved off by the impossible heat rolling from the tyrant's metal.
Legs hooked around Megatron's jagged waist, the pain of his knee a dull throb compared to the swirling ecstasy attempting to release from him. Megatron paused to open the door, Jack watching him crane his helm to see over his shoulder. As he did so, energon cables were exposed to his hooded blue eyes, and he wondered if the Cybertronian was just as sensitive.
Megatron audibly gasped, the gladiator nearly losing his footing as soft lips and warmth connected to the pulsing energon lines within his neck. His fans kicked in then, no longer submerged in water, attempting to cool his already heated frame.
Jack yelped when his back hit the wall of the villa, still hungrily kissing pulsating cabling beneath Megatron's chin. Claws dug into his sides, fisting into his hair, Megatron's hips pushing him into the stone and against the bulge of his boxers, wanting what he concealed. His chest plates were slowly heating up, Jack pushing against him as his head was pulled back, kissing the tyrant once again with messy, unrelenting need.
"B . . . Bed . . ." he reminded, though the idea of riding him against the villa window was far more tempting than it had any right to be.
Thrusting the door open the Decepticon barely made it to the bed. Megatron threw Jack onto it, watching him bounce against the mattress with wide eyes as he climbed on top of him.
They connected again in passionate, wild wanting, Jack's greedy fingers finding every seam they could find, any wire they could access, sending pure fire across Megatron's neural net. The way he pressed his throbbing hardness into his panel told the warlord all he needed to know, bursts of pleasure rocketing into his spark with each thrust up.
So engrossed with his own feelings he did not realize one of Jack's hands had drifted away until he felt a tugging on his panel. The insistent pulling elicited a soft hiss of amusement from him, breaking from their kiss to give him a grin.
"My spike, or my valve?" He murmured, watching as excitement and apprehension flickered across his eyes.
Jack took a few deep breaths, recalling what he could about his own education, as well as his personal apprehensions. He was sure Megatron would not hurt him even if he did choose the spike, but he did not want his first time to be full of slow, painful, pitiful payoff. Yet he was still unsure if the warlord truly enjoyed penetration.
"I-I'll do the valve," he said, catching what breath he could. "But . . . You know, I'm not really experienced . . ."
"Fear not, my dear," Megatron purred into his ear, lightly mouthing his jaw, "I will take the lead, and give us both what we want."
A soft click and he placed his panel to the side, servos teasing the edges of Jack's boxers. He earned a sweet mewl from the human, enjoying his soft skin for a little while longer before curling his claws around the fabric and tearing, ripping the piece of cloth away in one motion and casting it aside.
Jack felt the heat burn in his face as the tyrant appraised him, taking his sweet time to familiarize himself with something he had limited exposure to. Megatron must have liked what he saw, because he settled back on his haunches to run his servos down Jack's hips, thumbs caressing around his groin.
Watching in fascination and mild trepidation Jack's eyes followed him as he bent down, his glossa slipping from his derma and running from his aching base to the quivering tip.
Hips bucked with barely-controlled excitement, guttural moan bursting from his throat. Jack clutched the sheets tightly as another long, delicious lick traveled along the entirety of his throbbing erection, coating it in the thin lubricant of his intake.
"I am going to enjoy this," Megatron's false breath ghosted across his sensitized skin, crawling forward with predatory grace. Jack's breath hitched in anticipation, wrapping his arm around his neck as they made eye contact. Megatron wasted no time kissing him once again, servos gripping the sheets.
Warm softness pressed against his shaft and Megatron moved, grinding into him. Gasping with burning lungs his fingers curled into the seams on his back, returning his grinds with clumsy need. He arched his spine, feeling his fingers start to slicken with sweat as he worked.
With each new teasing connection came more warmth, Megatron's valve starting to drip with his arousal. His mesh pressed into Jack's quivering shaft, lathering him with the fluid that was far from unpleasant. It only added to the anticipation, dripping onto his skin like lustful kisses.
Jack's eyes fluttered once their kiss broke, feeling every heartbeat in his neck, his chest, between his legs, energy coiling within him and waiting for the right movement, the perfect sensation, to release. He was moments away from begging him to just put it in, needing that feeling of completion. The slick only made it worse, Jack able to feel a fraction of what Megatron could give him.
His body tensed with anticipation when Megatron pulled back his hips, pausing only for a split second before sinking onto him in one fluid motion.
Gripping the sheets tightly Jack moaned as pleasant pressure sent violent, ecstatic waves up his spinal cord, sending his mind into a frenzy. With every inch softness squeezed against him, Megatron moving his hips in small adjustments to fully settle with him inside.
As soon as his valve met the skin of Jack's groin Megatron squeezed, every node possible pressing into his firm erection. His helm tilted back, pure satisfaction racing up his cables at the feeling of how filling Jack was. He flexed again, dripping lubricant like a thirsty man salivating for water.
Instinctively Jack grabbed at his hips, groaning loudly with every luscious movement of his twitching valve. Megatron leaned forward first, sharing another eager kiss. It was still lips on derma, Jack's hands trailing down his helm.
"When you . . . Kiss," the human panted, dazed eyes struggling to focus on red optics, "put your glossa in my mouth."
Megatron legitimately had to pause to know if he heard him correctly, tilting his helm.
"They call it a French kiss," Jack blushed, some of his focus returning. "I . . . Want to try it."
Most certain it would not hurt, the warlord acquiesced. Jack leaned up a little to meet him halfway, though he did not linger upright long, pushed against the mattress as they pursued one another in passion, Megatron sliding his glossa into his mouth. Servos slid up his arms in tandem to grip his wrists, pinning them to the mattress.
Jack moaned pleasantly, allowing Megatron's glossa to slide across his own tongue before pushing against it, his body doing the same to squirm against its restraints, hips pushing up and into his dripping valve. The kiss intensified, Jack finding a unique pleasure in how it filled his mouth, giving him a surprisingly neutral taste as Megatron more aggressively played against his tongue. There was nothing graceful about it yet neither of them cared, things only escalating as Megatron started to move his hips after Jack's own begged for more.
Loudly moaning in response there was little Jack could focus on when Megatron squeezed him, his dick pulsing, nearing the edge. Just as he reached his tip Megatron lowered himself back down again, engulfing him entirely in his soaking valve, pulsing walls squeezing him greedily. The Decepticon rumbled in pleasure, his walls stretched by his thick cock.
With each positive noise of desire Megatron moved a little faster, occasionally slowing to squeeze and leaving Jack wildly begging for more, the human freeing his wrists to scrabble against armor as rippling walls surrounded him with each thrust.
The dictator was dripping, every upward movement leaving behind thick streams of his lust on his partner, leaving him glistening. There was nothing more erotic than seeing himself all over Jack's skin, leaving none of him untouched as they chased exhilaration together.
"M-Megatron," Jack gasped, head tilting back as derma bit at his neck, one set of claws tangled in his hair as the other touched his chest, running down his sternum to grip his hips. He too had started moving, meeting Megatron's thrusts with eager desire to feel his pulsating walls again, everything twitching and throbbing against each other. He felt it in his pulsing erection, radiating into his stomach, the edges of his orgasm beginning to cusp.
He shoved himself deep into the tyrant with a sharp, borderline cry of a moan, pushing up against him so he could not draw back as he climaxed. Tremors raced up his body with every hot burst from his tip, the electric jolt of unmatched gratification leaving him shaking.
Opening his eyes he realized at some point his head had been thrown back against the bed, Megatron venting heavily into his neck as he waited patiently for his orgasm to draw to a close. Megatron felt his erection deep inside of him, pulsing against his desireful valve. His fans were humming loudly, the heat of his frame only now leaking into Jack's senses.
Another squeeze elicited a gasp from him, now unable to tell if it was his own cum or the warlord's slick which began to drip down his shaft. A satisfied purr sent tingles along his neck, Megatron mouthing his skin once more.
"A perfect display of ecstasy," he murmured, sending shivers down his spine. "Exquisite."
The flesh beneath him quivered in soft delight. With a final squeeze he lifted his hips, releasing him from his warm folds and allowing the human to soften naturally.
"Ah . . . Sorry," Jack flushed, "I-I forgot about this . . ."
Megatron just nuzzled his cheek, digit tips tracing the lines of his chest. "Stimulation purely from my valve is not required to reach my overload. I invite you to get creative while we wait."
A more intense shudder raced from his shoulders to his toes, Jack tentatively reaching down to caress his chest. Engine purring in soft delight, Megatron allowed him to do as he pleased. His own climax broiled beneath his frame, hungry for pleasures to allow for relief of his swirling spark. His fans worked overtime as Jack's clever fingers zipped across energon lines and danced on wires, sending sparks through his frame effortlessly.
A soft plan in mind Jack kissed the tyrant, though his mind stalled with a short gasp as his mouth was invaded once more by an eager glossa. His groan only enticed Megatron to continue his domination, finding great enjoyment penetrating him in this manner.
Finally managing to pull away Jack kissed his neck, even daring to bite at energon lines, sucking and licking hungrily. Megatron's frame shook with every burst of pure energetic arousal, digits digging into the sheets. The play was intense, everything he could have ever wanted wrapped in a tight bundle and teasing him with promise of completion.
Hands pushed against his chest, Megatron grunting in surprise when Jack insistently rose into a sitting position, still kissing at his neck. His hands touched smooth thighs, feeling cables shiver against his fingertips. Crimson optics tried to follow every movement hungrily, fingers caressing soaked mesh, touching and rubbing around nodes which instantly sent the warlord into a frenzy. His free hand touched along abdominal seams, tracing beneath chest plates.
Megatron pushed against his hand, his insistent noises sending a thrill through his human partner. He was eager for his touch, the mech too proud to beg yet he wanted it all the same.
Remembering his previous exploration he moved, touching the larger node at his front.
"A-ah-!" Megatron jerked, pushing into him harder as digits tangled into his hair. He moved his hips again, grinding as he found Jack's lips again, consuming his entirety in his pursuit of climax. Jack let him, feeling him coat his hand in his slick. He found a deep crevasse in his chest armor, sliding his hand in it and touching whatever he could possibly find.
Megatron spasmed, a wave of ecstasy crashing into every fibre of his frame. His vision short-circuited, back arching as his overload rocked against his struts. He enjoyed the deep, brief reprieve of anything except himself and this universe of euphoria, allowing the rapture to pass slowly.
Jack felt his entire body go numb for a split, alarming second, feeling returning as if his nerves had nearly fallen asleep. It wasn't painful, just odd, and it was easy for him to become distracted whilst watching Megatron enjoy his overload. His fingers dripped with his lubricant, mildly wondering if any of it was from himself.
As the tyrant came down he leaned forward, Jack gingerly wrapping his arms around him in an attempt to be reassuring. Megatron responded positively, his servos taking his hips and dragging him onto his lap. Face burrowing against his neck a soft sigh of content wafted across his skin, digits running down his bare back. Pleasant shivers followed, small fireworks scattering through his nerves.
Jack snuggled against warm armor, fingers curling against the plates on the tyrant's back. Heart beating in his chest he struggled to return to reality, still in a haze of subdued pleasure.
"That was good . . ." He said softly, cheek pressed against the helm which rested on his shoulder.
The warlord's engine purred softly, chest rumbling with a chuckle.
"Indeed," Megatron murmured. Red optics flashed, helm moving to meet his blue eyes. "I will be most enjoying the remainder of our time together."
Cheeks burned as Jack blushed, though he did not protest in the least bit as derma found his lips again, the possessive, unrelenting kiss sending paralytic shivers down his body.
The mattress groaned softly while Megatron settled back on the bed, Jack remaining on his lap. Kisses once again moved across his jaw, claiming every piece of skin they could reach, selfish grip holding him in place - though Jack did not feel like going anywhere else right now.
"Your body is ready for another round," more heat flushed through his face and neck at the declaration, though Jack did not know why he should be surprised the Cybertronian was constantly bio-scanning him. It was a given at this point. "If you feel so inclined."
"I . . . I'm not sure," he admitted, becoming more aware of his body draped shamelessly against the Cybertronian, not a single curve left untouched.
Digits fluttered down his back, ghosting around his butt and causing him to jump. Their gazes met, Megatron appearing amused.
"Then I will await your decision," he answered, helping himself to whatever part of Jack he pleased. He did not necessarily move with the intent to initiate sex, though every touch was far more than what he would have done had Jack still been fully clothed.
His sharp, dangerous digits were impossibly careful with Jack's delicate skin, taking time to explore the dips and curves of his body. In turn the human also took the liberty to explore his partner, eyes trailing down his chest to look, pausing briefly at the Decepticon insignia before moving on.
He felt the soft protoform mesh which lay just beneath the tyrant's armor, not pushing hard but understanding beneath it were important organs, biomechanisms, and some place in there, a T-cog. The texture was a bit rougher than what made up his valve, the young man grateful he had opted for whatever material it was down there.
It had felt good, he shivered in recollection. The temptation to go again, to go forever, was strong, though even now he felt tired.
But a second round would not hurt - if he played his cards right.
Pressing closer to Megatron he kissed him again, wrapping his arms around him in passionate affection, bringing his hips to rub against his mesh once more. Megatron groaned, digits digging into his flesh greedily as he returned Jack's kiss with obsessive need.
His hips moved, desiring to know him again in every way possible, Megatron attempting to sit up. Jack did not bend, though, earning himself a small huff. Lightly breaking the kiss, he looked at his partner, fingers running down his helm.
"Let me do the moving this time," he murmured, pushing and grinding himself into dripping heat. No protest was to be made as Megatron settled back, starting to angle his hips to meet Jack seamlessly. Finding exposed infrastructure he could touch his soft fingers stroked along wires, feeling the EM field of his partner fluctuate and zip with every touch.
Servos gripped at the roots of his hair to meet him for another solid kiss, Jack's hands pressed against his chest plates. He groaned, using his hand to feel himself and Megatron's entrance, pushing his tip past his folds to penetrate him in one smooth motion.
Megatron's body shuddered, surprised vent escaping him with unmatched delight. His derma kissed his neck eagerly, digits racing down his back to hold his thighs and grip them tightly. Needing little invitation Jack started to move, first with his body in long, slow strokes, one hand still holding his shaft to ensure each thrust was successful. As soon as he was fully sheathed Megatron would squeeze, prompting another, shorter, harder thrust deeper into him.
It took time to get a rhythm, gradually picking up the pace as their mouths exchanged kisses with anything they could touch, his hands moving from their connection to Megatron's waist, fingers digging into soft protoform. The tyrant bucked, demanding more in a feral growl of lust, Jack obliging him as fast as he could manage.
Warm lubricant dripped from him every time he pulled back, everything engulfed in pulsating warmth with every push in. The surrounding, throbbing walls were all he could think about every time, coating him in Megatron's wetness. He picked up the pace, chasing his pleasure, every movement rubbing his skin in passionate friction.
Megatron groaned, throaty rasps of desire spurring him on. The warlord writhed beneath him, and in his haze of pleasure he remembered his sensitive front, a hand reaching down to rub at the node nestled between his dripping mesh.
Pushing his hips into his fingers the Decepticon squeezed yet again, rippling cables keeping a tight hold on his partner as he neared overload, his servos having long ago started gripping the sheets.
Another pulse, an explosion of energy radiating from his spark and across every neuro fiber. He shuddered, digits curling into the bed with abandon, Jack falling into him as he rode out his overload.
The young man's body was burning and shaking, numb from the energy of the Cybertronian's climax. Even his dick felt the effects, suddenly unable to read what it was feeling, leaving a gap in his pleasure.
Megatron panted below him, chest plates rising and falling with each powerful vent, his fans whirring at impossible speeds. His optics were half-lidded, dull red lights focused on him.
Slowly sensation returned to the organic; as it did it caused his tip to tingle, everything coming back with exciting momentum. It was like waking up from an orgasm, the remnants of his pleasure making him desperate for more. He began to move again, Megatron groaning in response to his gyrations.
Slick with perspiration his body shone as it moved, a feast for Megatron's optics. Despite insisting he was not the one to be subdued he allowed Jack to use him in whatever way he pleased, eager to see him orgasm again.
Spreading his walls over and over again Jack picked up the pace, now starting to do much shorter strokes to keep his throbbing tip surrounded, walls squeezing and rubbing up against him hungrily. He mewled and moaned, burying himself deep inside of Megatron as his climax reached its peak, hot spurts of cum reaching the back of his valve.
He paused, muscles trembling, slumping into Megatron's frame to catch his breath. Claws stroked down his back, readjusting against him as he slid out of him, dripping with their combined cum.
The heat of his armor against his skin caused him to sweat more, a shaking hand pushing his soaked bangs out of his eyes. Thrusting had taken more energy than he had anticipated, though in the moment his burning abdominals did not register. Now he ached, his body crying out for him to rest.
"Had your fill?" Derma caressed his ear, sweet words soft with satisfaction.
"For now . . . Yeah," he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the light touches against his skin, bringing him back down from the energetic fanaticism of their union.
The mattress squeaked as Megatron readjusted, laying Jack down with his head in the pillows. Settling beside him an arm draped across his chest, keeping the human close to his Cybertronian companion.
"Rest," metal nuzzled his jaw. "You have earned it, ibib."
The tiredness in his eyes was enough to nearly drag him down to unconsciousness immediately, though the word briefly brought him back up.
"Hmmm?"
Megatron chuckled, the soft rumble vibrating his bones.
"Heart of my heart."
