Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Prowl/Soundwave
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, Sticky, Tactile, Spark
Summary:
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Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 6.3 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter
At All Costs 11: A Telepath's Desires
Prowl finished reading the chapter of Cybertronian political history he'd begun over the evening energon and brushed his field against Soundwave's. It was the simplest and easiest way to gage his mate's mood. While there was an 88.4752% probability that Soundwave would desire to interface before they entered recharge, there had been orns where whatever had happened during his shift would destroy his normally amorous desires.
Tonight ... Soundwave was beyond interested. Desire ran hot enough in the telepath's field that Prowl couldn't quite hide his surprise that they hadn't ended up in the berth the moment their energon was finished.
He set aside the datapad, rising slowing from his seat and flaring his sensor panels, deliberately trying to attract attention, offering. His time on the shooting range had not been as relaxing as it normally was, and if Soundwave was in that sort of mood Prowl would not object to trying to make sure they both recharged well.
It was an action that had Soundwave's full focus immediately and the larger mech's engine growled eagerly as he rose, reaching for Prowl. He drew the Praxian against his chassis, claiming a hungry, needy kiss as he stroked Prowl's sides.
~Prowl: very hansom,~ Soundwave murmured between their minds.
Prowl relaxed against him, reaching up to run his fingers along Soundwave's ribs, submitting to the kiss and the desire willingly.
~Not as much as some,~ Prowl responded, making it clear that he was referring to Soundwave as he pressed against the larger mech.
The shiver of arousal, of intense pleasure that Prowl would think so washed over the Praxian as he was guided to the huge berth. ~Jazz: showed Prowl the pleasures of both spike and valve?~
Another wave of pleasure at the memories washed over Prowl, the feeling of how wonderful the fast, intense overloads that could be had from the mods felt and his desire to feel that again. He shared that desire freely, questioning if that was what Soundwave desired as well, while other more personal feelings associated with those memories were held close and private. ~He did.~
~Good,~ Soundwave purred, drawing Prowl into his lap as he sat on the berth. Large strong hands began to caress Prowl's sides with the intent to pleasure. Soundwave lowered his head to kiss down Prowl's jaw to lick and nibble at his throat. Strong tentacles slid from Soundwave's frame to stroke the full surfaces of Prowl's sensor wings. Even the telepath's EM field pulsed into Prowl, seeking to make the mech moan and quiver with arousal.
It was layer upon layer of pleasure to the Praxian, each touch sending a jolts of bliss into his system until it was all he could do to hold on to the larger mech, moaning as his systems struggled to keep up with rising temperatures. He was only partially aware of a smaller tentacle when it began to circle and stroke his valve cover. His frame responded without conscious decision on his part, pushing into the touch as Prowl whimpered, hands sliding blindly over the larger mech.
The small tentacle circled the valve's rim, then slipped inside, testing both the completeness of the seal's removal and the valve's readiness for interfacing.
The first rush of pleasure from his valve, ready and wanting, had Prowl crying out and arching against Soundwave. Every inch of the Praxians frame was charged and hyper sensitive to the touch drowning in thought stopping bliss.
His valve was no different as he pushed into the contact, searching for more. That desire was quickly answered when the tentacle slipped out and Soundwave lifted him, one large hand under his hips and the other bracing the center of his back, and slowly lowered Prowl onto a spike much thicker and longer than Jazz's. In the same moment the lubricant-slicked tentacle curled and rubbed against Prowl's front panel, asking for his spike.
Prowl keened, the still new pleasure of being filled so magnified and drawing what little attention his processor was able to focus on the exquisite stretch.
His field rippled and flared with waves of pleasure, bliss and want as the cover slid away and his spike pressurized into the grip of the slick tentacle. It spiraled around his spike, squeezed and rippled as it worked up and down, the tip teasing the slit in the tip.
~Prowl: so incredible in pleasure,~ Soundwave moaned silently, his entire frame trembled in ecstasy as his spike began to add physical pleasure to the intense bliss his telepathy feed him from his lover.
Audible moans escaped Prowl, words of any sort more than his processor could manage, overwhelmed by the intensity of what was being done to him as he enjoyed every second of it.
Golden optics managed to focus for a moment, Prowl reaching greedily for kiss, desiring a focus in the midst of the whirlwind of feeling he found himself in. A large mouth descended on his as Soundwave eagerly responded to the desire.
Slowly, every so slowly, Soundwave eased Prowl down until he was fully enveloped inside the smaller mech. Despite the intensity of the charge in both of them, Soundwave held them still, giving Prowl time to feel the fullness his mate offered.
Prowl hid nothing from Soundwave, every pleasurable touch bleeding back through the connection between them at how amazing it felt, completely new experiences creating new memories to be savored and relived.
Breaking the kiss he nuzzled against Soundwave's chest, whimpering softly.
~Prowl: beautiful.~ Soundwave murmured before rolling his hips while holding Prowl relatively still. ~Prowl: so tight,~ he cried out silently as the nearly-virgin valve reluctantly let his spike pull out, and clamped down greedily as it pushed back in.
The Praxian grabbed blindly, keening as he was caught between his own pleasure and Soundwave's. He was barely cognizant of Soundwave's wordless pleading for his spark as the host unlocked his chest plates, offering, begging, both mechs well beyond words.
A moment of hesitation, but the pull of the spark so close to his own and the overwhelming desire of the mech holding him was too much. Prowl's chest plates opened in response. Even as his spark chamber spiraled open, his brilliant spark lunged forward, extending tendrils and its corona to mingle with the larger spark reaching for it.
It was the last thing either mech was aware of for long moments.
When Prowl cycled up, the last of his overload was still dancing along his frame, his valve was stretched around a thick spike and a tentacle was slowly pumping his spike. But instead of being upright, he was sprawled on his front on top of Soundwave.
~Prowl: amazing,~ Soundwave whispered, tendrils of awe and gratitude wrapped around the thought.
The backlog of data was too much for him to sort through in his current state, so Prowl simply stored it away for later, allowing his happiness at the fact that Soundwave was obviously pleased to be enough as the Praxain snuggled contentedly against the larger mech.