that is like the second time I'd ever tried to write something rasy... I apologize if it's offend anyone (Warning: consensual sex mechxmech)
Again in the scrapyard.
Again sparring.
But this time is Barricade to be pinned down. When Bee realizes that he is astraddle the other mech, he whines and make to pull back. He's shivering, and that make him feels like is falling. His arms run to sustain him, grabbing the first handholds available, that results to be the black mech chest plate, just above the spark chamber. Barricade's hands flight to support the younger mech, sustaining his hips. When the the black talons rise to caress him, the yellow bot realize that the other one's hands span his waist, his whole waist, encircling him completely. That takes the the breath out of Bee, and makes is processor spin and his door wings flutter.
Then the Mustang starts to grind his interface port against the Camaro crotch, unsure at first, but growing more confident at each thrust.
Cade's talons hold Bee's hips still, digging deep in the cables behind the legs junctions.
"'Cade, please…"
"please what, little one?"
"more…"
"I don't think so…"
"What?"
Bee pulls away, confused.
"Not with the little voyeurs back there…"
"Oh, come on Bad Boy! You shouldn't have start that if you weren't willing to go on, you know…"
"Little bit of an exhibitionist, aren't we?"
"It's fine, we always make out on his hood, that's only fair" Is the yelled contribute from Mikaela, from her hideout behind a car
"I see…" Is the only answer from the decepticon, before he lets a talon travels up behind Bee's helm and leads the younger's mech forehead against his own.
"Are you sure Little Bee, is that what you want?
"Please 'Cade, please…" Bee should be ashamed of how needy his phrase sounds, but he cannot take himself to care.
"Open your port for me then…" the lust in Cade's tone sends shivers down his back strut and makes his door wings flutter. That, and the talon running on the ridge of his valve, teasing him as his valve lubricates itself and clenches around nothing. Bee's body is aching for Cade, and the damn decepticon is there teasing him… But this is a game that can be played both ways…
Bee's fingers find the pressurized spike and start to fidget at it as with his other hand the younger both starts to tease the cabling of his former enemy hip.
/Primus! Hide will have a fit if he ever discover about this/ the young mech thinks briefly, before erase his mentor from his processor and concentrates on the situation in hand. Especially since the black one had used his moment of distraction for flip them over again, and now Bee is lying on his back again. But this time the other mech is forcing his legs spread open, and then, with no notice, the talons are dip into his valve, and Bee arches his back as the pleasure and the pain obfuscated his processor.
Cade's strong arm is suddenly around his waits, crushing his midsection against the black, broader chest.
Bee's hands fight of an handhold, and he ends up in the cabling behind the black door wings.
The decepticon moans, and the talons start to scissor in the younger one's valve.
The young autobot is aware that his temperature is raising to dangerous levels, but never in the pit is going to confess that. Instead he squeeze the spike of the other, and lead it close to his valve. The black mech removes his talons from it to insert his painfully pressurized cable when, out of the blue, Bumblebee's communicator turn on, and Optimus voice fills the Scout processor.
"Bumblebee reports to the NEST, we need you for the next operation ASAP"
As Bee growls, he looks apologetical to Cade: "they call, I need to go…"
"Are you kidding me, right?" Is the frustrated growl from the decepticon.
He looks mad, and the autobot cannot leave without try first to tame him.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry… I will make amends next time, I promise" is the sweet answer of the yellow mech. With that, the Camaro collects Sam and Mikaela and runs away in the night.
"I really hope that whatever Optimus need you for will wort this blue-balls, dude" Sam's comment reflect perfectly Bee's feeling.