Pairing: TFA Waspinator/Lugnut

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Humping masturbation, mutual masturbation, sequel to Redemption

Requested by Anonymous

"Loud Bomber Bot Waspinator's friend," the Predacon purred.

Lugnut was shaking, trying to hold himself up with weak knees while Waspinator leaned against him. Supporting both himself and the horny bug was hard. What caused this odd behavior in the first place was beyond him but it wasn't lost just how much Waspinator clung to him figuratively these past few weeks after he was the one who found him alone in the wilderness.

"I-I don't think this is such a good idea. What if Lord Megatron finds us out here in the open doing this?"

"Waspinator thinks Bomber Bot afraid," he grinned.

Lugnut frowned more so than usual, "I'm not afraid! I'm just-ah..."

Waspinator pressed his interface array against Lugnut's leg and grinded down, causing heat and friction to build up. He sank low enough to wrap his arms around the bomber's thigh, making the latter gasp and groan.

Peering around to see if anybody was watching, Lugnut didn't do much to attempt to push the Predacon off. Even he did, it was hardly a shove and more of clambering to dissuade Waspinator from continuing...not that it was working.

Then he felt something odd against his leg. Lugnut noticed Waspinator's interface panel wasn't open but the plating expanded like mesh with pressure. It was the organic half of Waspinator's basis and Lugnut didn't know whether to be aroused by it or unsure. One thing was for certain, Waspinator was coating his leg in a mixture of some type of fluid that he couldn't confirm whether it was normal transfluid or not.

Waspinator hugging his leg finally made Lugnut sink against a tree to sit down and let the bug do what he wanted. "Curse my weakness! Forgive me, Lord Megatron."

"Loud Bomber Bot not weak. Bomber Bot curious and Waspinator don't blame friend one bit," The Predacon smirk, leaning over Lugnut and giving him a lick on the cheek.

Lugnut watched as Waspinator continued his gyrations, staring intensely at the exotic display he was unfamiliar with but was slowly beginning to like. He was always curious as to what parts of a techno-organic were really organic and what was altered to have the illusion of organic pieces. He never would have figured the base armor, especially the interface region, would flex like flesh.

The armor was stretched enough to make out the outline of the bulge of his spike but Waspinator had restraint, even more so than Lugnut and refused to release it. Instead, all it did was tease Lugnut into using his imagination. Pressing hard against the bomber, the panel armor shifted to let transfluid ooze through the seams. As his charge built from friction, he stuck his reptilian-like tongue out, panting with a guttural growl.

"Bomber Bot being so good to Waspinator, being Waspinator's object of desire. Why not join Waspinator?"

That made Lugnut give in immediately and release his spike before using one servo to stroke himself and the other to hold Waspinator. "You, uh, cannot tell anyone about this."

"What happens with Waspinator stays with Waspinator," the Predacon huffed. "Waspinator wouldn't tell if Bomber Bot doesn't."

Waspinator's wings flapped in ecstasy as he grinded down harder. Lugnut no longer resisted at all and instead matched his pace with the Predacon's. Going closer, the mesh-like armor of the interface panel expanded wider when Waspinator dragged his hips down Lugnut's leg before retreating back up, repeating the process to showboat himself to his new lover with the movements of the desperation and the brutal stimulation.

Being larger, he had far more stamina than Lugnut who came still staring at his unusual interface panel and releasing all over his Decepticon insignia. Waspinator just kept going, ignoring everything around him including the woods they resided in. All that mattered now was overloading.

When he reached his peak, Waspinator desperately came to the point where his transfluid overflooded the seams of his interface armor causing it to finally burst open. It left remnants over part of Lugnut's chest, abdomen and crotch. His spike had popped out too at the last second, coated heavily from practically swimming in his discharge. There was no mentioning how shiny Lugnut's leg was.

Waspinator wagged his abdomen-like tail craned his neck to lean on Lugnut's sticky chest, "Waspinator do good? Bomber Bot like Waspinator?"

"Bomber Bot...is content, yes," Lugnut confirmed uneasily. He leaned against the tree despite the heavy feeling of transfluid and a giant bug on him.

"We should do that again," the Predacon suddenly mewled.

Lugnut was about to protest but seeing that Waspinator was still aroused, this time his spike unsheathed, there wasn't a whole lot to protest with. The bomber gave a sigh and pet Waspinator's head. "One more round, but that's all."

"Waspinator loves Bomber Bot!"

AN: I don't know, whatever the customers want I guess. This turned out better than I thought but figuring out how much of Waspinator being organic as well as how certain body parts would work was interesting.