Starscream stared at Megatron's open legs, trying to go about this the right way. He wanted to be seduced "properly" but what did he mean by that? Could Starscream just plant his face between those shapely thighs and seduce him? He was sure he could, but he was also sure Megatron wouldn't make it so easy.
He stood up, placing his hands flat on the table on either side of Megatron's hips. He had fantasized about this for some time, grinning as he leaned in. "How do you like to be seduced?"
Megatron shrugged, biting his lip. "I'll let you know." He squeezed his legs around Starscream, Starscream looking ready to pounce. He would make him wait though, since he failed so hard. He did like the idea of them interfacing, wondering if it would keep the mech out of so much trouble.
Starscream nodded, sliding his hands up Megatron's thighs. He pulled the mech to the edge of the table, their hips flush together. Megatron had to reposition his arms, wiggling his hips in the process.
Starscream snorted, holding Megatron's hips still. "Tease." He went straight for the mech's panels, scratching at the seams. He nipped and kissed Megatron's neck and chest, eventually crawling onto the table over him and shoved him onto his back. Megatron seemed to like that, smiling up at Starscream.
It was aggravating Starscream that his panels were open before Megatron's, his spike pressing against the mech's silver plating and making a mess already. Megatron showed no signs of giving in just yet, enjoying how frustrated his second in command looked. Starscream sat up over his leader, pumping his spike. It didn't take long for him to overload imagining his spike being sucked off by that grinning mouth, transfluid spilling all over Megatron's chest- and even his face. It was a beautiful sight, and it was Starscream's turn to enjoy himself.
Megatron grunted, frowning at the mess. He sat up, about to tell Starscream not to do that again but stopped when he realized he was inches from the mech's spike. He stared at the dripping thing, then up at the Seeker's face. "If you think-"
He physically jumped when more transfluid sprayed his face, Starscream groaning as he squeezed his spike.
Megatron wanted to be mad, but something about the way Starscream didn't care if he was mad or not made him bite his tongue. Also something to do with his panels opening.
Starscream hopped off the table, pulling Megatron forward. He shoved two fingers into the mech's valve, loving how hot and wet it was. He wasn't even sure he needed to finger the mech, he was dripping already. He pulled out, shoving his spike in and pushed Mgatron's hips down.
Megatron didn't think things would escalate so quickly, but this was Starscream. He was bracing his hands on the table, gaping up at the mech as he overloaded. He was a mess, and he was making a mess, but he was too busy rolling his eyes back and moaning to care.
Starscream kept going, wearing them both out and leaving a dent in the table. He suddenly remembered there was supposed to be a meeting, looking at the door. He looked down at Megatron, frowning. "Did you reschedule that meeting, or..?"
Megatron nodded his head, sitting up on his elbows. "It's tomorrow morning. Why would I want everyone to see us fragging? I'm not a freak like you-"
Starscream flipped Megatron over, pounding into him so hard the table would have to be replaced.
They couldn't replace it in time, so everyone at the meeting had to sit at the table with a huge dent in a couple bent legs. Megatron ignored it, sitting through the whole meeting and ignored Starscream's grin. He had a bit of trouble walking, his legs and valve sore from the night before.