A hand was offered, and Ratchet took a hold with a firm grasp and was helped to his feet. Drift warmly smiled at him as he lead him to a corner of the room. The swords mech held up a finger, signaling the follower to wait a second. Reaching up, Drift grabbed a leather handle and pulled it down, revealing his birth. What a smart idea for saving space- having a wall bed! Once fully down, Drift took off his swords, placed then beside the berth, and crawled into the bed, and beckoned Ratchet to follow.
The CMO gingerly sat down on the bed only to have Drift cling to his back. Soft kisses where placed along the medic's neck and hands wondered lovingly aver his chest. Ratchet couldn't help but smile at his amorous partner and enjoyed the caresses that where given to him. Drift kissed the side of his neck, coming closer to his audial.
"How do you want me?" Drift whispered.
"Huh?" Ratchet questioned.
"Do you want to fuck me, or shall I take you?" Drift answered, licking at sensitive neck cables.
Ratchet's insecurities rose once again. He knew how to, it's just been a very long time. Mixed with the harsh things told by his previous lover, Ratchet was filled with doubt about his abilities to please.
"Take me," Ratchet said.
Drift nodded, and gave one last nip at his lover's neck before he drew back. The sound of his interface panel snapped open was heard. "Can you do something for me first sweetling?"
Ratchet turned and looked at Drift questioningly. The mech's spike was unsheathed and was firmly erect. Primus, the one thing he wasn't good at was demanded of him. However, it was only fair the leary red and white mech said to himself. He crawled up on the bed but when Ratchet was close enough, Drift cupped his lover's face.
"Lay on your back," Drift spoke, and watched as the other did as he was told. With a smile, Drift preceded to Ratchet's side, and straddled his chest facing towards the reclined mech's feet. Slowly, he backed is aft up until he was practically sitting on the CMO's face, his valve presented to the bottom mech. "Eat me out, Ratch," Drift bolded demanded, and then started to play with his limp spike, messaging and licking at it once again, slowly making it pressurize again.
Ratchet let out a moan, and gave what the other mech wanted. Slowly, he licked at the inner thighs, taking his time to reach the folds of the valve. Now it was his turn to tease Drift. He reached his hands up, and grabbed the red thighs and gently rubbed at them. Ratchet placed a few kisses to the thighs, but soon dragged his tongue towards the waiting valve, but never touching it. Drift attempted to shift himself into the lick, however, Ratchet retreated and restrained the impatient mech's hips.
Drift let out a whine, but continued focusing his attention to the gray cock in which he sucked in his mouth. With his one servo, the swords mech dipped his hand to rub at the medic's valve. He traced the opening with a fingertip a few times, then swiped across gently before slowly pressing a digit inside.
"Oh, you're so nice and wet," Drift cooed in between licking the spike.
Eventually, Ratchet ran his tongue over the outer fold of the valve, taking his time to lick and suck at it. Drift let a moan escape and began sucking on the hard spike again. Using his hands, the CMO spread open the valve and ran his tongue vertically over the opening, licking up the lubricant that escaped. Drift pressed himself down into the touch, and Ratchet gave another soft lick.
"Ah, that feels so good," Drift blurted out.
The tongue wondered the outside of the valve, tracing the edges before slowly dipping inside to find the outer node in the backside of the valve. Once found, this node was assaulted with the wondering tongue. Drift cried out, nearly screaming in his pleasure. Placing his mouth to the leaking valve, Ratchet gently sucked and hummed causing Drift to buck his hips a little, but still eagerly pressed his panel into the medic's face demanding more.
"Ah-You're doing so good, Ratch," Drift huskily spoke encouragingly.
Soon, Drift was grinding his valve on Ratchet's face, moaning loudly as the swords mech was pretty much humping the other's face. Sneaking his hand around, Ratchet snuck a finger inside the wet valve, and forced out another screaming moan. When more lubricant was released, Ratchet lapped it up and nearly whined when the other stood up, placing his finger firmly right below his spike. Ratchet wondered what Drift was doing, but it dawned on him that by putting pressure on that specific spot would block the tubing that released the trans-fluid from his spike. Primus, he nearly caused Drift to loose it, and he smiled to himself for it.
"Slag, Ratch, you keep that up, and I'll loose it for sure," Drift said and sat himself next to the medic, breathing in slowly then holding his breathe for a second before exhaling as a way to help calm himself down. He watched as his partner wiped his valve lubricant from his face. "Sorry 'bout that, but it just felt so good."
With a final huff, Drift slid up between Ratchet's legs and pushed them apart. He continued playing with the valve, running his finger around the wet opening before sliding it in. Ratchet let out a small moan when the finger slid past that back node and Drift gently circled his digit around before slowly pulling it out. His free hand found it's way to the spike, and began to slide up and down it's shaft. A second digit was added, and the CMO bit his lip trying to hold back a moan. It didn't work, and his cooling fans clicked up a notch.
"Feel good?" Drift asked as he swirled his fingers around, scissoring them to prep the valve.
"Uhmm-mhh," Ratchet moaned, moving his hips ever so slightly against the inquisitive fingers. "Please..." His eyes where half lidded as he begged. "Primus Drift- ahhh... Stop teasing... Please... Just take me already or you'll fraggin' regret it!"
Drift couldn't help but laugh, but his fingers withdrew and he laid on his back on the birth. "Want to get on top?" He asked as he stroked his own spike. Ratchet let out an aggravated sigh. "It's OK. I'll help, and we can switch in a bit. It would be so hot to watch you ride me Ratch."
The medic sat up. "I... Ah, hope I don't disappoint you," He mumbled under his breath as he straddled Drift. " Ummm. I'm not very, ah, good."
"That's not what I'd say Ratch." Drift replied. "If you're half as good with this as you where licking at me, you'll be just fine." He gave a wink to his worried berth-mate.
Still a bit hesitant, Ratchet just meekly smiled as he positioned his valve over the waiting spike. The swords mech grabbed his own spike, and rubbed the tip along the valve to collect some lubricant before lining it up. The medic slowly eased himself down giving a needy moan when the tip slipped inside him. When the spike slid across the deeper nodes, Ratchet tipped his head back and whimpered. Soon enough, his interface panel landed on Drift's, the spike fully seated inside him.
"AH Frag," Drift muttered. "You're so tight!"
Slowly, Ratchet started grinding his hips back and forth. He placed his hands on Drift's light gray chest for balance, and began to rock with more vigor. Slag, this felt so good! It's been too long, and feeling Drift's hard cock deep inside him was simply amazing! How he was able to refrain from this for so long baffled him.
"Lean forward some," Drift asked and when his command was followed, he placed his pedes on the berth and gently thrusted his hips forward when the medic rolled his hips back. A moan escaped both their mouths, and the pace was quickened with each shove. Drift bit his lip as he slammed into his lover while Ratchet eagerly cried out his moans.
"Ahh...Nice Ratch!" Drift exclaimed, but used his hands to stop the bot on top. "Hold up." Ratchet looked at him suspiciously. "Change positions?"
"How you want me now?" Ratchet said huskily.
" On your side," Drift replied, helping the other to dismount. Drift got to his knees and knelt beside the other, and when the CMO laid on is side, the swords mech grabbed his top leg.
"Lift," Drift said as he guided the other bot's leg up. He scooted over the one leg and placed the raised one over his shoulder. With barely any warning, Drift pressed his spike into the valve. He thrust in slowly, watching his lover to make sure the new position didn't cause any discomfort. Ratchet's face showed total bliss. His optics remained half lidded, and his mouth hung open in a silent moan.
Satisfied, Drift pumped his spike to the hilt faster. Once he was fully in, he'd rotate his hips a little before drawing back out before repeating the process. Ratchet rewarded him with deep moans as he squirmed in his pleasure. The sensation of all the nodes being rubbed against sent shiver's down the medics struts. He even moved himself against the rhythm with Drift's thrusts to get the most stimulation.
"You feel so good!" Drift moaned and leaned forward to rest his weight on the other's leg. He began to thrust harder, causing the wet, leaking valve to squish with each pump. When the node deepest in the valve was touched, both shouted out their pleasured moans.
"One more," Drift said, pulling himself out and resting back on his pedes. "Lay on your back, alright?"
Panting heavily, Ratchet flopped on his back. His chest was heaving as his fans revved on full blast. It was clear how much he enjoyed this but wasn't going to last much longer. Pillows where set down, and Drift coaxed the CMO to lift up his aft to slip the pillows underneath. Once again, the swords mech positioned himself between his partner's legs and leaned over to place a soft kiss on the lips.
"This will feel so good, sweetling," Drift whispered. "Ready?"
As soon as Ratchet shook his head yes, Drift pummeled his cock back into the valve. Snapping his hips back and forth, Drift hammered relentlessly into his lover so quickly that he swore he saw stars. His moans turned to screams of pleasure as his lover bucked and rotated his hips. "Oohh Primus Ratchet!" Drift shouted as he stared deep into his crushes eyes.
The medic reached his arms around the speedsters back and dug his fingers into the sensitive wires while begging for release. Circling his own hips, he closed his eyes as his whole body tingled. He wasn't going to last much longer, and he lustily desired for overload. His valve began to flutter, tightening and releasing on the moving spike on its own accord. Soon enough the valve clamped tightly down and Ratchet yelled out his orgasm. He grasped his fingertips deeply as his spike released the built up trans-fluids all over his partners belly. With a few last pumps, Drift expelled his fluids, shooting the hot liquid within his lover with a scream of ecstasy.
Drift limp body layed pressed against the chest of his lover while they both panted to catch their breath. Ratchet reset his optics and gingerly wrapped his arms around the swords mech. Wow. He never thought he could ever feel like this! He felt like he was in Utopia, floating on through the sky as if nothing could ever bother him or bring him down again.
Once Drift came to, He lifted his helm to look into Ratchet's eyes. He smiled a satisfied grin and moved to capture his lover's lips in a kiss. "That felt..." Drift paused to think of the right word. "Divine."
The medic's chest heaved in a short laugh. "Yeah, you would say that Drift."
"What?" Drift lazily asked. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yes, I did." Ratchet replied. "You were amazing."
"So where you," Drift said as he rolled over onto the bed. "And I mean that. I don't know why you doubt yourself."
"Past lover," Ratchet laughed. "Wasn't as nice or understanding as you."
"His loss. I would have done anything to keep you." Drift replied, and the medic simply hurumped. " Say, do you have to open the med bay in the morning?
"Why? Are you thinking go factually coming in for that check-up?"
A shade of crimson appeared on Drift's cheeks. "Urm... No. But I was hoping you'd spend the night. You know, recharge with me?"
"You wanna know the best part of being the Chief Medical Officer is?" Ratchet questioned, and Drift shrugged. "You can show up to work whenever you damn well feel like it."
"So, do that mean you'll stay?" Drift asked as a wide smile appeared on his face.
Ratchet gave out a sigh, but replied. "Yes. I'll stay."
Drift howled with delight, pecking the medic quickly on the cheek. Reaching over the berth, the white speedster pulled out a huge fluffy blanket, and worked to cover both himself and his partner with it. Of course Ratchet rolled his optics at the blanket, but the blue fuzzy thing was warm.
"Thankyou Ratch," Drift said as he laid his head down on the pillow.
"For what?"
"For letting me be with you tonight." Drift replied.
Ratchet gave a snort of laughter. "Really kid? It should be me thanking you for giving this old mech another run." He opened his arms to welcome the other over, and Drift, eagerly taking the offer, slid over and wrapped his body around the medic's and placed his head on the crook of his shoulder.
"Your welcome sweet spark," Drift replied. "Anytime."
"I knew you'd say that," Ratchet joked, but wrapped his arms around the white mech and kissed his fore-helm. The CMO felt his partner hug him, and it brought a smile to his lips. He genuinely felt happy. And wanted, for a change. Giving a sigh of content, Ratchet off lined his optics and let Drift's cycled breathing lull him into recharge- it was always easier to sleep with someone cuddling in your arms.