The tip of Ratchet's tongue slowly grazed over the wet port. The medic was immediately rewarded with the sound of cooling fans spinning faster and a lusty moan. Pressing deeper, the CMO repeated the actions only pushed deeper. Once the top was reached, the eternal node was gently sucked on and flicked.
Drift's hips bucked and pivoted against the action. Finally getting this kind of attention from his secret crush was a dream come true. While the swords mech was always willing to be intimate with the medic, he never got the impression that the other would be interested. True, he didn't drop obvious hints to his crush, but Drift made sure to look for signs of interest. He propped his arms under his head and lavished the sight-and feeling-of Ratchet licking at his port.
The medic wasn't shy, not by a long shot. With his face pressed against the other's port, every attempt to please Drift was made. Ratchet's lips caressed around the port's rim while his tongue playfully flicked inside. Once again, he was just teasing. His tongue never fully entered the valve, but instead just enough to drive its owner crazy. Even with the hips pushing down, Ratchet made sure he had his fun.
"Ratch... Stop being such a, ah, tease!" Drift demanded, but whined when he discovered Ratchet pulled away to look up at him.
"It's so fun though," Ratchet replied as he licked his lips, then placed a kiss on a red thigh, followed by a nip.
Drift let out a defeated sigh. Ratchet always had to be difficult and have his way! Resting his head back, Drift let the medic have his way. He would just have to patiently wait for what he wanted, which was going to be extremely challenging.
"There's a good mech," Ratchet cooed and gave a cheeky grin. He went back to work, taking his time as he traced his tongue over the folds of the sport car's valve. Lapping up any fluid that leaked, Ratchet kept himself busy as he teased his partner. When the hips bucked and pressed against the CMO's face, Ratchet calmly steadied them with his hands. Drift moaned his frustration out, but it only caused Ratchet to chuckle.
Once and only when Drift relaxed, Ratchet then slipped his glossa inside. He wiggled his tongue, swirling it against what nodes it could reach before slowly sliding back out. The tongue danced along the outside, gently stroking the outside node before returning and pressing inside again. Drift pushed his hips down onto the medic's face and let out a moan.
Shifting his weight, Ratchet freed up a hand to add to the mix. First, a finger rubbed gently along the outside folds, then the medic's tongue was removed to be replaced by the finger. With an agonizing slow pace, the finger pressed in deep, rubbing itself against nodes. Cooling fans clicked on higher, and Ratchet admired the sight of Drift.
The white mech had his optics closed, head thrown back slightly, and mouth Oed in a silent cry. Upon withdrawing the digit and pushing it back in, Drift squirmed and shot his optics open wide. Ratchet smiled, enjoying the way he made Drift react.
"Feel good?" Ratchet asked.
"Simply amazing," Drift replied and sighed, lubricant oozing down the CMO's finger and trickling out his valve.
A second digit was added and slowly moved around. While the two fingers stretched and played with the port, Ratchet placed his mouth back on the outside node of the swords mechs port. He went all in, sloppily licking his tongue over said node. When humming added to the mix, Drift cried out.
"Ung... R-Ratch- hold-AH- up!" Drift pleaded but Ratchet only thrust his fingers in deeper and quicker as he sucked hard on the outer node. "Ah- P-Primus!" Drift whined as his valve clenched up a few times, then released its overload for a second time. While slowing his actions, Ratchet kept pressure on as Drift rode out his overload. The sports car collapsed and breathed deeply as he tried to gather himself.
With a smirk on his lips, Ratchet withdrew his fingers and once again walked to the energon dispenser. Pouring another glass of the blue liquid, Ratchet took about half for himself, wiped his mouth and returned to the berth. Sitting on the edge, the CMO waited for Drift to catch his breath.
"You know," Drift mumbled as he scooted himself into a sitting position. "I wanted you to get some pleasure out of this too." He held his hand out, and when the glass was offered, the swords mech took it. Drinking half his portion at once, Drift rehydrated his systems.
"I' have more planned, don't you worry," Ratchet lewdly said as he laid on his back on the berth.
At those words, Drift nearly spit out the energon he was drinking. Once the initial shock wore off, he grinned as he sat the glass on the nightstand and laid himself down next to the medic. He snuggled himself in close, placed a kiss on the medic's cheek, and whispered, "So, what do you want me to do for you?" Ratchet only shrugged. "Come on, let me do something."
Well," Ratchet spoke. "Do you give out belly rubs?"
"You want your tummy rubbed?" Drift questioned playfully, and Ratchet nodded his head yes. Drift slid his hand onto the medic's chest and slowly moved his hand down to the squishy belly. Once there, the hand moved in slow, circular patterns over the chubby belly. "You're like a giant teddy bear," Drift cooed.
"A what?" Ratchet asked.
"A Teddy bear. It's a squishy, cuddly stuffed bear the humans would have." Drift explained as he laid his helm on the other's shoulder as he continued to rub circles over the other's belly. "Many times, the human would snuggle the teddy bear as they slept." Drift gave the belly a squeeze. "I could do that with you all night." The stomach was jiggled, patted, and pinched until Drift straddled over Ratchet's hips. Leaning down, Drift left a trail of kisses along the pudgy stomach. He added his tongue to the mix, eagerly licking and mouthing at the CMO's stuffed belly. The sword's mech trailed his way down lower, licking onto red hips, and kissing at the interface panel. "Open up," Drift demanded, and Ratchet eagerly obeyed.
Once scooted down, Drift focused his attention on the spike's sheath. Using his fingers to message and his tongue to tease, Drift worked until Ratchet's spike pressurized and immerged. Applying feather-light touches, Drift danced his fingers up its length, rubbed over the tip and gathered what trans-fluid leaked out. Cooling fans whirled to life, but this time, it was the CMO's.
"Like that, huh?" Drift mused.
"Yeah," Ratchet huskily replied and gently cupped his hands along Drift's face. He traced out to the other's helm and traced the sharp angles until his fingers messaged the finials. Drift purred and leaned into the touch as if he were a cybercat. With a final lustful glance and a lewd smile, Drift licked his lips and placed his wet lips to the tip of the red spike. Ratchet sharply inhaled and let out a moan.
Nothing was rushed with the way Drift mouthed his lover's spike. Lips glided gently around the tip, leaving wet trails as it circled over the spike. His tongue crept out and followed suit, only barely tracing the cord. Drift teased his way down, tracing the underside ridges with his tongue and gently pressed kisses as he went. Another moan escaped Ratchet's vocalizer as the sportster fully licked his way back up and repeated the action.
Eventually, Drift opened his mouth and sucked on the spike's tip. His tongue swirled over, exploring every surface before pressing deeper. That tongue of his drove the medic nuts! Drift expertly glided over the ridges, always finding the best way to give pleasure. With his head slowly bobbing, Drift worked a slow pace while he sucked, intending to bring his lover the same satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Ratchet thoroughly enjoyed the blowjob. In hopes of quickening the pace, the CMO pressed his hips up whenever Drift took his spike in deeper. With his hands still caressing finials, Ratchet smiled and admired the sight. Despite recent events, not many mechs took interest in him, and with Drift, he felt genuine affection, not just some fascination with his chubby belly. Well, Ratchet got that feeling of care from First Aide too.
With a heedy moan, Drift quickened his pace. He would take the spike deep within his mouth, pressing into his throat, and quickly pull back up the spike, all with his tongue going crazy on the shaft. With the mech humming, it sent vibrations through the spike that entirely stimulated Ratchet.
Ratchet wanted to loose control. He wanted to spurt his fluids deep within the younger mech's mouth. However, he wanted this night to be about Drift. Sure, he knew the sword's mech wanted him to get off, but Ratchet simply didn't want it to be one-sided. With my reluctance, Ratchet cupped the other's chin and lifted up.
"H-Hold on," He muttered. "Please..." Primus he was so close! If Drift didn't stop, he couldn't control himself much longer.
Drift onlined his optics and looked up. Ever so slowly, he pulled the red spike out of his mouth. Oral fluids sloppily dripped from his mouth as well as coated the spike. The younger mech frowned. "It's ok. You could have lost it." The frown turned into a crooked smile. "Unless you want something else." Ratchet smiled and nodded. "What else do you want?" Drift teased.
"Well, you know," Ratchet muttered, figuring the other should know what he was looking for.
"I want to hear you say it."
"I would like to, you know, spike you, if you'd like," Ratchet said, suddenly feeling awkward asking for what he wanted.
"Hmmm," Drift pouted. "I think you can ask better than that." Ratchet looked at him questioningly. "Ask me in a dirty way."
Ratchet snorted. He had no idea how Drift wanted him to ask for it, but he gave it a shot. "I want to fuck you."
"Little bit better," Drift cooed.
"I want to fuck you so badly that if you don't hope on my cock and ride me, I am going to explode. I desire your tight valve so badly," Ratchet huffed and purred as he saw Drift fingering his own valve. "I want to feel you surrounding my spike and feel you cum. I want to see you overload, and bring me to mine. Now, I hope that's good enough."
"Perfect," Drift said and cast the other mech a smile. "It was just perfect." Removing his own fingers, which were now wet with lubricant from his dripping valve, the sword's mech crawled over the medic and straddled his hips. Gently grabbing the spike, Drift rubbed it teasingly over his valve a few times before guiding it inside. Slowly, the younger mech sat himself down, letting the spike stretch inside his needy valve and reach deep inside. Drift was sitting upon Ratchet's hip with his optics half-lidded and mouth slowly gasping for cool air.
Slowly, the grey hips began to rock back and forth, causing nodes lining the valve to be tickled. With fans clicking on higher, Drift rocked more fervently and even leant forward and placed his hands on the other's chest. Bouncing in the medic's lap, Drift worked himself up, hoping this was pleasing to his partner as well.
There was no doubt of the CMO's pleasure upon the panting and moaning that expelled from his lips. A red pair of hands rubbed their way along the sport's car's thick thighs in an encouraging manner. Ratchet felt so good. Feeling his spike slid through the wet valve was sweetly intense. But he wanted more. Propping his feet flat on the bed, he helped by thrusting his hips up, burying his spike deep within his partner's valve.
Drift lustfully screamed as the top nodes were reached. He nearly lost his rhythm as he saw starts in front of his optics. Of all the dreaming he done in the past of making love to his crush, none of them equaled up to this! And as soon as it started, it stopped. Whining and looking down, Drift sulked.
"Get... On your back," Ratchet panted as he lifted at the other. Drift slid off and laid himself down. The medic grabbed a pillow and got to his knees. He mentioned to the sword's mech to raise his aft, and upon him doing so, placed a pillow beneath. Drift spread his legs wide, begging to be filled once again. Positioning himself, Ratchet sheathed himself fully into the wet valve once again.
Leaning down, Ratchet placed his hands beside Drift's shoulders and began pumping. He felt Drift's legs wrap around his waist and cling on- pulling himself deeper on the spike when it pumped in. Ratchet gave it his all; he did not know how much longer he would last. Fragging Drift felt so good, the tight valve felt like velvet against his spike. The CMO grumbled out a moan as he thrust hard.
Drift was letting out a string of encouraging moans as his valve began to flutter. Tightness closed along the pumping spike, released, and clenched down again. "AH! R-Ratch... A -I'mmmm gonna..." Drift shouted but never finished. Instead, his eyes shot open as he screamed. Trans fluid leaked from his valve and the once blue optics fluttered and shut off.
Upon seeing Drift loose himself at his actions, Ratchet smiled. He pumped a few more times as he felt his release build up, then expel into the spent valve. Ratchet steadied himself as it felt like jolts of electricity shot through his body. He knelt there huffing and gasped for air, desperately trying to cool his systems down. Hands tickling at his belly broke his state of calmness, and upon looking down, Ratchet was greeted by Drift's warm smile.
"That was amazing Ratchet!" Drift muttered and released his grip with his thighs. "I don't deserve three overloads from you."
"Yes you do," Ratchet said as he pulled his spike from the other's valve and laid down on the berth. "It was part of the deal." Drift cocked his head to the side in question. "Three for you, one for me." He held his arm out beckoning the other over.
Drift couldn't help but to laugh. "Whatever," He muttered as he snuggled in close to Ratchet. He rest his helm on the other's chest and wrapped an arm around the cubby belly. "Now I get to sleep with my teddy bear."
"Yeah, you do," Ratchet said and placed a kiss on the other's helm. The two idly caressed each other until both fell asleep in each other's arms.
... ... ... ... Aftermath.
It was well into the late evening when Ratchet woke up with his belly grumbling. Glancing at the clock, it was just past midnight and Drift was dead asleep at his side. No matter how hard he tried to go back to sleep, his stomach kept him awake. He was hungry once again. The medic let out a sign and carefully pried himself from Drift's grasp without waking him.
Carefully, Ratchet swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, looking back to make sure Drift was still asleep. Good. He just wanted to slip out and get a snack, there was no need for Drift to get up. He lifted his arms in the air in a stretch and patted his grumbling belly. Time to get some food.
He made his way out of the room and down the hall. He had checked out the vending machines, but nothing in there looked appetizing. Ok, nothing in there seemed like a good, worthwhile snack because the food items were so small. He went down the elevator to check out another dinner in the hotel. Hopefully, they will have some sweet desserts.
Rounding the corner, he nearly ran smack into a winged blue mech. A split second went by, and both mech's stood there aiming guns at each other. Ratchet's spark danced within his chest. He was not prepared to run face to face with a Decepticon in the middle of the night and in their same hotel!
A chuckle was heard. "Is that the proper Autobot way to greet a past lover?" a deep voice called out.
"I could say the same to you," Ratchet boldly said. Great. Just what he needed. Thundercracker. Who was now eyeing him from head to toe.
"Looks like you've been busy," Thundercracker replied and bit his lower lip. "You look good. Nice and sexy." The blue seeker lowered his null ray and let the charge run from it. "Don't shoot, I lowered my weapon." Thundercracker raised his hands in jest, and pouted when Ratchet didn't drop his gun. "Come on. I am not on a mission. I don't want to fight you." He licked his lips and smiled. "You're too cute for that."
Ratchet almost smiled, but lowered his weapon. What were the chances of running into the Decepticon, who kept you prisoner? No, wait, that wasn't Thundercracker. The blue 'Con only fed him, spoke well of him, and fragged him.
Thundercracker has walked towards Ratchet while the medic was deep in thought. The seeker moved his hand out to touch the medic's belly, but Ratchet jumped.
"Don't be like that," Thundercracker pouted. "I just want to rub your belly." And at that moment, the CMO's belly growled. "Well, look who's hungry!" The belly was patted by a blue hand, and the seeker's wings flicked with joy. Closing the space between them, Thundercracker clasped both hands on Ratchet's belly and squished the flab.
Well, if Thundercracker was going to be all touchy, which still turned Ratchet on even if he didn't admit it- he was going to touched what he desired. Ratchet reached his hand out to fondle a wing, except now the seeker jumped back growling.
"It works both ways," Ratchet sharply spoke. "If you want to rub my belly, I get to rub your wings."
Thundercracker immediately stopped growling and nodded. "Fair enough. Sorry. Just a reaction when everyone wants to pet your wings weather you want it or not."
"DO you not want me to rub your wings?" Ratchet asked. He felt awkward, but couldn't deny himself that a set of wings caught his fancy.
"You're fine," Thundercracker said as he grabbed the medic's hands and planted them on his wings. The seeker's hands wrapped around Ratchet's waist, fondling his pudgy belly. The stomach growled again. "Hungry?"
"Yeah," Ratchet answered, giving the wings a pinch and felt the seeker's warm gasp. "Was just about to grab a bite."
"I know a good place," Thundercracker said and grabbed the other's hand.
"Um," Ratchet stammered. It probably wasn't a good idea to go out with a Decepticon. It could be a trap.
"I am not on a mission." Thundercracker reminded. "I have no clue how many 'Bots are here, and I was just wondering around the place we stopped at."
"We?"
"It's only my trine," Thundercracker said. "Starscream's out for the night and Skywarp is at a whore house," Thundercracker gave a slight pull to the arm, hoping to coax its owner along. "They aren't even near this town. I just wondered off and we are leaving tomorrow. It's okay."
"And how can I trust you?" Ratchet said.
"Did I harm you the last time?" Thundercracker asked. "Heh. I am the one who got shoved into the wall."
Ratchet still felt bad for that. "Sorry," he muttered.
The blue 'Con just shrugged. "You didn't do it. But if I had wanted to harm you, wouldn't I have done so then?" Ratchet didn't answer, just bit his lip. "Come on, I'll disconnect my guns. Let you tie me up. Whatever. I just want to share a meal with you. I just want to show you that there is more to me than just a brute."
"I dunno," Ratchet muttered. He knew it was dangerous, yet, after that time on the Decepticon brig, something about Thundercracker just made his spark melt. Maybe it was his wings, or maybe it was his deep voice, or the joy from having a forbidden fruit so to speak.
"You will always be able to leave," Thundercracker said. "You will always have that control. You can be in charge. I just want to be with you tonight. Not as a Decepticon, but rather as someone who admires you. Someone who finds you hot as the pits."
Ratchet didn't know what was going on with him, but before he knew it, he knew he was wearing a smile. He felt the seeker's arms wrap around his back, and he felt him walked with the 'Con out of the hotel and into the night. With someone who was on the other side of the war. And Ratchet felt good. He felt happy, for despite knowing better, he had fond memories of the time Thundercracker and he spent together. And he was hungry, and Thundercracker was taking him someplace good to eat.