Starscream was seated at the counter of Maccadam's Old Oil House, sipping oil like a mech without a care in the universe after the Great War. Kup approached Starscream from behind and took a seat to Starscream's left.
Kup slid onto the barstool next to Starscream, his optics gleaming with mischief. "Well, well, if it ain't the pride of the Decepticon Air Command himself," he drawled, leaning in just a little too close. His arm casually draped over the back of Starscream's seat, fingers brushing the edge of his wing. "What's a fancy flier like you doin' in a place like this? Slummin' it with us old-timers?" He smirked, his voice low and teasing as he signaled the bartender for a drink. "Or maybe you're just waitin' for someone to show you a good time."
"There's not much of the Decepticon Air Command now that there's not much of the Decepticons..." Starscream responded. He shifted in his seat as Kup's digits brushed the edge of his sensitive wings. "Come to rub it in?" Starscream sipped his oil, it was high-grade jet oil, but it wasn't like the Energon he was used to during the war. "And is there anything else in here to drink?"
Kup chuckled, his servo lingering near Starscream's wing, his touch deliberately light but persistent. "Rub it in? Nah, I ain't here to gloat, Screamer. War's over, ain't it? Time to let loose a little." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "As for the drinks, sweetspark, you're lookin' at a mech who knows how to get the good stuff." He flagged down the bartender again, ordering a double shot of top-shelf engex. "This'll put some fire in your tanks. Or," he added with a wink, "maybe I will."
Starscream paused as he was served a shot of enegex. "Thanks..." Starscream said with uncertainty to Kup. He wasn't used to bots being...nice to him. Starscream brought the shot to his intake and took a grateful sip.
Kup's grin widened as he watched Starscream take the drink, his arm sliding a little further around the seeker's waist. "See? Told ya I know how to treat a mech right," he said, his voice warm and just a touch smug. He took a swig of his own engex, his optics never leaving Starscream. "You know, for all that lip of yours, you're not so bad when you're not tryin' to shoot me outta the sky. Maybe there's hope for you yet, kid." His thumb traced a small circle on Starscream's hip, testing the waters.
Starscream felt his faceplate heat up from the shot of enegex and the fact that Kup was slipping his thumb digit into his skidplate armor, tugging it down slightly. The sidebands of his purple skidplate had been hiked up to accentuate his hips and aft.
"D-do you mind?" Starscream questioned in an appalled whisper.
Kup smirked, his thumb still teasing the edge of Starscream's skidplate. "Mind? Not at all," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You're the one sittin' here lookin' like you're just waitin' for someone to peel that armor right off ya." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Starscream's audial. "And let's be honest, Screamer—you ain't exactly pushin' me away. So, what's it gonna be? You gonna keep playin' hard to get, or are you gonna admit you're curious about what this old-timer can do?" His servo slid a little lower, his touch firm but not forceful.
"Oh please, you're practically old enough to be my spark-father," Starscream responded. "But I'm feeling...gracious. But don't think I'm waiting around for your spike to pressurize."
Starscream stood up.
Kup barked out a laugh, standing up with him, his servo still resting on Starscream's hip. "Oh, don't you worry about my spike, sweetspark," he said, his voice low and full of confidence. "This old-timer's got plenty of spark left in him." He guided Starscream toward the backroom with a firm but playful grip, his optics gleaming with mischief. "And trust me, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be beggin' for more. But hey," he added with a wink, "if you wanna tap out early, I won't hold it against ya. Much."
"Oh please," Starscream simply remarked but he let himself be led by Kup to a backroom, there was a simple berth and Starscream found himself setting on the berth with Kup.
Kup chuckled, his servos already roaming over Starscream's frame as he leaned in, his voice a low rumble. "Oh, you're gonna be singin' a different tune real soon, Screamer," he said, his fingers finding the seams of the seeker's armor with practiced ease. "You can play the dismissive brat all you want, but I know you're curious. And lucky for you," he added, his lips brushing against Starscream's audial, "I'm feelin' generous tonight." His spike pressurized with a low hum, pressing against Starscream's thigh as he pinned him to the berth. "Let's see how long that attitude lasts."
Starscream slipped his purple skidplate armor down to his pedes, spread open his thighs, and opened his valve for Kup.
Kup's optics flared bright at the sight, his spike throbbing as he took in the sight of Starscream's exposed valve. "Well, well," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Looks like someone's eager after all." He didn't waste time, lining himself up and pressing the tip of his spike against Starscream's entrance. "You sure about this, sweetspark? Last chance to back out," he teased, though his tone made it clear he already knew the answer. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sheathed himself fully, groaning at the tight heat. "Primus, you're gonna regret callin' me an old-timer."
Starscream moaned in humiliation, "OOOOH, DADDY!~~" His legs wrapped tightly around Kup's waist and he flooded transfluid that gushed onto the berthsheets.
Kup smirked, his thrusts steady and deep, each one drawing another moan from Starscream. "That's it, sweetspark," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let it out. Ain't no shame in admittin' defeat feels good." He leaned down, his lips brushing against Starscream's audial as he whispered, "And look at you—already floodin' the berth like a youngling on their first overload. Guess this old-timer's still got it, huh?" He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, his spike hitting Starscream's ceiling node just right. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you remember this lesson for a long, long time."
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry for calling you an old-timer," Starscream pleaded, his arms clung onto Kup's back as Kup plowed him into the berth.
Kup chuckled darkly, his pace unrelenting as he drove Starscream closer to the edge. "Oh, you're sorry now, are ya?" he teased, his voice rough with exertion. "Guess I'll just have to make sure you really mean it." He shifted his angle, hitting Starscream's ceiling node with every thrust, his servo gripping the seeker's hips hard enough to leave dents. "But don't worry, sweetspark," he added, his tone softening just a touch. "I'll take good care of you. Just let go and enjoy it." His spike pulsed inside Starscream, ready to push him over the edge.
Suddenly, Starscream's whole frame tensed and relaxed as he convulsed in a powerful overload. Kup could feel more transfluid gush out as Starscream's lithe legs were still wrapped around his waist.
Kup groaned as Starscream's valve clenched around him, the sensation pushing him closer to his own overload. "That's it, sweetspark," he growled, his thrusts slowing but deepening, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from the seeker's trembling frame. "Look at you, takin' it so good. Guess this old-timer's still got a few tricks, huh?" He leaned down, capturing Starscream's lips in a rough kiss as his spike pulsed, finally releasing his own transfluid deep inside the seeker. "Now that's how you treat a mech right," he murmured, pulling back with a satisfied smirk. "Still think I'm too old for you?"
"No, you're the perfect age," Starscream admitted softly as his digit trailed down Kup's chestplate. One of Starscream's legs still hung loosely over Kup's hip. Starscream kissed the wrinkled cheek of Kup's faceplate.
Kup's smirk softened into a genuine smile, his engine purring contentedly. "Glad to hear it, sweetspark," he said, his voice warm as he brushed a servo along Starscream's wing. "And here I thought you'd be too proud to admit it." He leaned into the seeker's touch, his optics half-shuttered as he enjoyed the rare moment of vulnerability. "You ain't so bad yourself, Screamer. When you're not bein' a brat, anyway." He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to Starscream's forehelm. "Now, how 'bout we clean up and get another drink? My treat this time."
"I'd like that."