"Human Error" blatantsmutRP logs [Bee*Bulky, 2/?]
Bulkhead woke up really, really warm and really, really happy, curled around Bumblebee's warmth in a warm (okay, maybe a little drafty, they had been wriggling around a lot) nest of blankets and clothing and soft things.
What a nice way to wake up...
With a happy drowsy noise, Bulkhead engaged his hands in the very pressing business of petting Bumblebee's soft, tiny back in soft, tiny strokes, enjoying the feel of Bee's skin. He was so small...
Still asleep, Bumblebee's dreams took a different turn from the wide open streets, sweeping curves, ever-so-pleasant asphalt under his tires...he sighed, stirring slightly as he curled further into the warmth about him. That was nice - but this was nice too.
Bulkhead smiled a little, curling down around Bee so he could nuzzle his friend's hair and ear and neck a little, still stroking Bee's back-- and, hesitantly, his side, over his arm and chest-strut-thingies and hip, and maybe a little stroke of his fingertips over Bee's belly, marveling a little at how flat and soft-skinned it was, when Bulkhead was kinda... bouncy around there.
Bee kinda made a kinda nice-looking human, almost. In a good way.
If Bee could read Bulkhead's thoughts, he might have preened at that; as it was, half-awake, he was enjoying the attention. His body was, at least, with his processor working through the sensory impulses and trying to make them coherent...but that didn't matter, really, did it, so much as whatever it was continued? He made a soft, happy noise, an arm awkwardly coming to move around Bulkhead's neck.
Well, if Bee liked it!
Bulkhead continued, fingertips exploring southwards from Bee's belly to brush towards-- was that it? It seemed a lot... softer now. Huh. But he was pretty sure, when he felt at it, thick warm fingers exploring curiously, that it had to be the same thing...
Well, it was hardening again, and Bumblebee drew a shaky breath as a bit more sleep left him. Now he was a bit more aware of Bulkhead's form against him, and certainly aware of something brushing against him. With another noise, he opened his eyes, blearily looking up towards Bulkhead. "Nmmmn...?"
"Hey," Bulkhead mumbled, with a drowsy smile, curiously petting it some more. It got stiffer, kinda, the more he touched it... weird. Cool-weird.
Cool-weird-felt-slagging-/good/. "H-hey," Bumblebee said back, smiling that little, open-mouthed smile. Those touches..it was making him warm in his fuel tank, and spreading over to the rest of him, kind of like when Bulkhead had been petting him but about a hundred times faster. Not that he had anything against being fast!
What had Bee done, earlier...? Nuzzling down against Bee's neck, breath still slow and a little sleepy, Bulkhead gently wrapped his fingers around the hardening little thing, thumb experimentally stroking across the end and down one side.
"Oh!" Both of Bumblebee's arms wrapped around Bulkhead as he buried his face in Bulky's neck, moaning loudly - that felt /good/. "K-keep doing th-that?" he begged, eager for that warm-tingly-coil-/good/ feeling all over again. Allspark, how they hadn't known of this before...it was tiring but so /worth/ it.
Humming happily, he did so, thumb stroking up and down almost not-clumsily now that he kinda knew what he was doing.
Bulkhead knew? That was good, because Bumblebee still wasn't quite certain, but that was okay! Just so long as he didn't stop. But after a bit of this happening, despite how good it felt, Bumblebee stopped moaning and whimpering into Bulkhead's neck and ear and forced himself up. Not near enough to pull himself away from Bulkhead's hand, but enough to look at him. "W-wanna do it to you, too," he gasped out.
Well, kinda. He knew that touching there felt good, and apparently rubbing there felt better, so he kept going, even when Bee hauled himself up and--
Bulkhead shivered and moaned, something suddenly setting his sensory network on fire and his skin going all bumpy-shivery and that spot just under his fuel tank getting all warm and swirly. Needless to say, he nodded eagerly.
Well, apparently Bulkhead liked that idea! Grinning a little, Bee looked down, trying to figure out how this could work - he didn't want to get out of reach of Bulkhead. Finally, he patted Bulkhead's wrist, then turned himself around so that his back was to Bulkhead's face - sure, he couldn't really see him anymore, but he could /reach/ and that was what mattered, right? And reach he did, quickly finding the bit of flesh and wrapping his hands around it eagerly.
Alana (23:38:57): (... that's a vaguely awkward mental image. What's going on now? :D;; )
Raq (23:43:16): ((...sorry. DX))
Raq (23:43:22): ((THE WAY I FIGURED))
Raq (23:44:01): ((Half-lying on Bulkhead, but with his head down/arms up towards Bulkie's lower half, rather than upper. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE AT ALL))
Alana (23:44:28): (.... YES I THINK. YES. Okay. :D )
That was-- that would work, oh definitely, and Bulkhead moaned little-- well, okay, a lot-- as he adjusted his grip, stroking Bumblebee again, his other hand sprawling warmly across Bee's belly.
Bee moaned back, pleased that his idea seemed to be working - ok, not so much seemed. It /was/ working, and quite well if he said so himself! Let it never be said that he never has good ideas, especially if they lead to mutual /this/. He happily pressed into Bulkhead, finding a rhythm with his hips and matching it with his hands feeling Bulkhead's own stiffening piece.
Stiffening really, really quickly, Bulkhead moaning and twitching upwards under Bee's hands, and he tried getting more fingers involved in the rubbing, up and down the well-not-really-that-long length of Bee.
On that note, Bulkhead was...big. Well, he was normally big, but this part of him was big too - Bee wondered if he'd noticed that before, raising a few fingers to pet at the top...kind-of-different-colored-part. Bulkhead didn't have any trouble getting all of him, and he shuddered, moaning as it felt like Bulky's entire hand was around him.
How big it was didn't seem to change how sensitive it was, Bulkhead whimpering-- a lot-- as he shakily worked at Bee, hips twitching up into Bee's touch and hands quivering a little.
Again, that coiling sensation; a little slower, but Bumblebee increased his pace - on both fronts - as he felt himself nearing that...peak. He didn't know what else to call it, other than that it made the rest of this just the build-up. "'Scoming again," he said in a moan, glancing over his shoulder at Bulkhead, squeezing him gently.
Bulkhead gasped, then nodded hastily, whimpering something that might've been "me, too" as he tried to be careful at the same time as he did everythign he could for Bee.
Bulkhead liked that, huh?...Bumblebee didn't have too much of a chance to appriciate the look on his face before Bulkhead's fingers did /something/ with the base, where it met the rest of him and he cried out in pleasure as /good/ and /warmth/ spread out over him and /allspark/. "BULKHEAD!" he wailed, hands squeezing again.
He did like that, a lot, whimpering and bucking his hips upwards as all the so-nice-ness exploded, making him tremble all over and squeeze Bee back as that white splattery lubrucant stuff went all... splattery from him. Oh, oh allspark, it felt so nice...
The warm... stuff got on his hands but he didn't mind, too swept up in the flood of pleasure. When it finally began to trickle off, Bumblebee sagged on Bulkhead, panting like he'd just tried to outrun Blurr. Oh, that was /nice/...
A satisfied smile spread over the young bot's - well, human's features, and he sighed happily, more than content to just bask in Bulkhead's warmth for now. There still seemed to be a glow within him, and he didn't want to move and risk dimming it.
"Allspark, that's nice," Bulkhead half-moaned, sprawling meltingly down into the nest of softness and smiling fuzzily at the ceiling. So awfully nice... "Best part 'bout being human so far," he mumbled, happily.
Bee made a short 'heh' of laughter. "You're tellin' me..." he sighed, finding Bulkhead's body more than a pleasant softness to be curled up on. Though-he turned around again, so they were at least facing eachother. Not that Bulky was bad to look at down there, it was just hard to see the look on his face.
He laughed a little in return, one hand relaxedly finding its way to Bee's back and petting down his backstrut. "Think we should tell the others 'bout it? Bet you anything Bossbot needs the... de-stress-y feeling." He hummed happily.
Another laugh. "Yaknow, that might not be a bad idea, Bulky... him'n Ratchet have been kinda grumpy lately, trying to figure out what's goin' on. Well, Ratchet's always been grumpy," he added as an afterthought. "Docbot's just been... more grumpy."
"Yeah... definitely think we should start with telling bossbot. Less scary than telling Ratchet..." Bulkhead yawned, and yanked some blankets more firmly around them, and sleepily started dragging his fingertips over all the bits of Bumblebee he could reach, shoulders and arms and hair...
"Ratchet'd probably go off on how it-OOoooh." Bumblebee trailed off, prickly feelings following in the wake of the fingers. Not bad ones at all. He smiled, snuggling into blankets and Bulkhead, nuzzling the other mech-turned-human. "-maybe not right now, though." He still had the lingering warmth and tiredness even though they'd woken up just a bit ago... and they'd have to get something to eat, eventually, but not right now.
"Later," Bulkhead agreed blissfully. Bee was so... soft. And tiny. Bulkhead thought he kinda liked it, though, being able to pet all of Bee's back all the way down with one hand, like this, and rub-- and maybe scritch? He tried it-- the back of Bee's head with the other hand, and feel his little burning warmth against his chest...
Was awfully nice in all kinds of ways, really.
Well, hey, if he wanted to keep doing that he was having no complaints from Bumblebee! If he could purr like the cat he was compared to not that long ago, he probably would, but instead just broadened his content smile and sighed. If he had to stay human for a while longer, at least he knew how he wanted to spend that while.
Bulkhead smiled, too, the hand on Bee's back drifting lower, across his aft-- that somehow felt even softer and nicer than the rest of Bee, if that was possible, and Bulkhead stroked it for a few moments-- before it continued down the back of one of Bumblebee's skinny legs.
"You feel nice all over," Bulkhead informed his friend, happily. "'S nice."
"Mmm – you're warm. Soft." The almost-sigh of Bee's voice made it clear that he found both of those just as nice, to say nothing of Bulkhead's hand(s). Traveling over his aft, then in (which he almost spoke up about, but then Bulkhead's hand had moved and-)
"H-hey!"
That was an altogether different feeling, with him laughing without having a reason.
Bulkhead's hand flinched away-- had he done something wrong? But no, Bee had giggled...
Tentatively, he brushed his fingertips over the spot that had made Bee react. "Hey?" he asked, curiously.
Another giggle, and Bumblebee's leg jerked as he tried to push himself up. "T-that- that feels /weird/!" He wasn't sure how else to describe it, and were it not for the fact he was trying hard not to laugh any more...
Slowly, Bulkhead grinned. He didn't know what it was that was making Bee wiggle and giggle like that-- well, he knew, it was his hand against the back of Bee's leg, but he didn't know WHY-why-- but Bee looked kinda... adorable, that was the word, trying not to laugh, so Bulkhead did it again, his other hand curling heavily at the small of Bee's back to keep him from wriggling too much. "Weird?" he promped, grinningly.
"Weird! Ah-hand that's not fa-ahi-r!" He wasn't doing to well on the not-laughing part, unable to keep himself from doing so. And rather than let Bulkhead have this victory, Bumblebee squirmed, trying to get his leg free. "I'm gonna-ha-ha! I'm gonna get you back, Bulkhead!!"
It didn't really sound as much of the threat as he wanted it to be.
Amazingly enough, Bulkhead didn't look particuarly frightened, either, grinning and trying the same thing on the back of Bee's other knee. "All I'm going is touching you," he said, with a delighted kind of innocence. "What's wrong with that?"
"Cheater!" Bumblebee didn't really know /how/ Bulkhead was cheating but it felt appropriate to accuse him of, right now. Heedless of the sheets he was kicking off in his flailing and laughing, He would have been more open to it if he felt he had any control over it, not that it was too disturbing – more disorientating than anything, and he was still unable to keep himself quiet.
"I am not! And you're letting all the cold in!" Bulkhead objected, laughingly, and stopped tickling to yank warm things back over them-- though his hand that was holding Bee down drifted a little lower, over his aft again. How did Bee manage to feel so nice?
Victory was his!...in that Bulkhead stopped. His reward was cold, and Bumblebee as quick to try and solve -that- by wrapping himself back in the blankets. Sure, he was trying to get his legs specially wrapped so Bulkhead couldn't do that again, but...
"Well, don't do that and I won't! Like to see how -you- like it," he added in a halfhearted grumble, wriggling further into the blankets...and Bulkhead's hand.
"Fine, fine, fine," Bulkhead agreed, laughing a little, and stroked his fingers over Bee's wriggling aft, yanking more over them with his other hand. Brrr, still seriously cold out... good thing Bee was so nice and warm, then, he supposed.
"I mean it! I'm gonna get you back for that, Bulky!" But not right now. One, too cold. Two, Bulkhead was warm. Three, Bulkhead's hand was warm. He settled himself back down, resting his arms across Bulkhead's chest and his chin on them. About to say something, he instead made a soft noise as Bulkhead's finger brushed into the groove in the middle of his aft.
"I'm terrified," Bulkhead murmured, almost giggling at the very though of Bee taking revenge on him, and settled the hand that wasn't already petting Bee on the back of Bee's neck, scritching a little.
And Bumblebee seemed to like being touched in that area in the middle of his aft, between the two round soft halves... Bulkhead focused his petting there, fingers gently stroking down it.
'You better be' didn't manage to progress any further than the thought of saying it. Not that Bulkhead's hand was that distracting, but it was just so nice. Bumblebee sighed, smiling softly as he rested his cheek down rather than his chin, settling for an "Mhm..."
More scritches and petting, then! Bulkhead's fingers slid a little deeper down the groove, stroking the skin there, and he smiled rather happily. He was gettin' really good at this petting-snuggling things, he thought, which was nice...
If there was an award, Bumblebee would have nominated Bulkhead for it. He made another soft noise as the petting-touching fingers touched a spot that sent a tingle up through his spine. A weird tingle, but not like the back-of-the-knees.
"...do that again?" he asked timidly.
"Sure," Bulkhead said happily, fingers pressing a little more deeply as they stroked, looking for the spot that had gotten a noise out of Bumblebee.
Was it... here? It felt different in that spot... Bulkhead tried stroking there, fingers warm and big and soft.
If Bumblebee's fingers clenching from flat palms to half-claws and the noise he made were any sign, then yes, it was there. Now that he had more than a second to consider the feeling, he could identify it as a weird-good, rather than that weird-strange-laughing kind. Weird-good on the level of the other good feelings, too.
Why there, though?...these bodies were so, well, -weird-!
Bulkhead didn't have any complaints about the weirdness, if Bumblebee liked it, and he did seem to be liking it, so!
Bulkhead rubbed at that spot, making a happy little noise in reply to Bee's pretty little sound, fingers pressing a little more.
He would have been very disappointed if Bulkhead stopped, that was for sure! He was a bit tired, but not nearly enough to keep him from enjoying more attention.
It almost felt like something could go *in* there (he already knew stuff could come *out*), and he pressed back, experimenting.
-- Oh! It-- Bee's pushing back had kinda... was Bulkhead's finger supposed to be able to--?
Bulkhead blinked, going still and asking, worriedly, "Is that supposed to happen?"
Bumblebee went still as well, blinking at the...not-bad-weird feeling of, well, intrusion. He thought about it a moment, trying to decide if it was a good or bad thing...
"...doesn't hurt," he said finally, before pressing back just a bit more, experimentally.
Good, Bulkhead didn't want to hurt Bumblebee-- and if Bee said it didn't hurt, it musn't, even if Bee was... really, really tight around Bulkhead's finger. Tight, and warm....
Bemusedly, Bulkhead pressed in deeper when Bee pressed back, carefully slow about it.
Weird, yes. Very weird. But...not bad-weird at all, even if Bumblebee did make a bit of a face as Bulkhead's finger pushed further in. It was like he was being...filled...in a way that made his next breath come out shakily as he willed himself to relax.
Hey, this whole thing was about experimenting, right?
Bulkhead stopped for a moment, other hand smoothing over Bumblebee's hair. "You okay?" he asked, and twitched his finger back out a bit, unsure if Bumblebee actually liked this.
Just because it felt different didn't mean he wasn't OK! Bumblebee was about to vocally point this out, when Bulkhead's finger twitched over something that made him see /stars/ - his mouth opened, but the only thing that came out was a whine that would have been embaressing at any other point.
As if on cue, his length twitched from where it was pinned between him and Bulkhead.
Woah. Apparently he was really okay with it, if that twitch was anything to go by-- was it the way Bulkhead had moved his finger?
Well, he could do it again, if Bee liked it that much, and he rubbed his finger inside Bee, carefully.
Ohallsparkyes. Bumblebee whined again, burying his face in Bulkhead's chest as he twitched against his friend's hand - /oh/ that felt good, good like when Bulkhead touched him in the front, just as long as he kept touching that spot /inside/. "Keepgoing," he urged, voice muffled but pleading clear.
Bulkhead kept going, a little less carefully now that Bee was obviously really enjoying it, rubbing a little more enthusiastically, a little faster. "Like this?" he asked, eager to know it he was doing it right.
Oh yes like that - he kept moving away and then back, and Bumblebee bit his lip for a moment trying to get enough of himself to 'help' Bulkhead along. The fact that he was grinding against Bulkhead didn't exactly help him do that, but both of the sensations at once felt absolutely *amazing*.
"There!" he gasped out as Bulkhead touched that *spot*. "ThererightthereBulkhead!"
There, then, and Bulkhead pressed his finger against the spot-- he could maybe almost feel something there, he thought-- and sliding his other hand down Bee's back, then sliding it between them, to rub against Bumblebee's front at the same time.
When Bulkhead pinpointed it, Bumblebee arched with a cry, face tight with pleasure. It probably wasn't fair that such a feel-good spot was hidden inside but they'd found it and /oh/, Allspark and a thousand other cries there weren't words to describe how it felt with both. Amazing seemed like calling him, Bumblebee *speedy* - he was the fastest thing alive and this was-
He was rapidly approaching another peak. Bumblebee eagerly moved towards Bulkhead's hand, wanting it but at the same time both...soft, wordless noises escaped him without pause.
Awww, Allspark, Bee looked so pretty like that... Bulkhead bit his lip, watching Bumblebee as he pressed inside him even more firmly. Allspark. He'd have to get Bumblebee to do something like this for him, it looked like it must be amazing...
"Pretty," Bulkhead mumbled, a bit breathlessly, and pressed his finger against that spot again and again.
One front was one thing; with Bulkhead helping him get both, it wasn't long at all before Bumblebee felt himself getting to that wonderful place that was just within reach, he could *feel* it already even if he was already feeling so incredibly good-
He hardly heard what Bulkhead was saying, whining and pleading without words. Don't stop, keep going, "H-harder, PLEASE!" he was almost there-!
Bulkhead could do harder, thrusting his finger into Bee, against that spot, and wrapping his hand around Bee's thing in front, dragging his fingers up and down in that way that felt really, really good.... he was getting all stiff, too, now, gasping a little as he thrust and stroked.
Both felt incredible, for lack of a better word, and finally Bumblebee arched up with a loud cry, fingers splayed across Bulkhead's front. Warmth and pleasure spread out all over him, more of that white liquid coming from the flesh in Bulkhead's grip as he reached it, all but sobbing with how *amazing* it was. He never wanted it to end, if he could be like this forever he'd be happy, yes, oh geez...
Bulkhead's fingers slowed to a stop, and he pulled his hand away from Bee's front, wiping the white stuff off on the blankets and pushing himself up a little, so he could nuzzle at Bee's hair. The thing in front was gonna go all limp now, Bulkhead was pretty sure-- it'd done that the last two times-- but was there anything to keep him from continuing to stroke that spot inside Bee, a little more gently?
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked, a little breathlessly, voice warm against Bee's ear.
It wasn't the only part of Bumblebee that went limp, the tired bot-turned-human sagging on Bulkhead as the pleasure leaked away. He wrapped his arms around his friend as much as he could, hugging him tightly as he moaned softly. "Mmn...Bulky..."
Bulkhead made a happy sound, nuzzling Bee's hair again and sighing happilly at the contact. "Think that's a yes," he mumbled, fondly, still slowly moving his finger inside of Bee. So warm around Bulkhead, and smooth, mmmm...
He was getting even stiffer, he was pretty sure, even with Bumblebee collapsed sleepily against him. Bee was just so pretty...
"Mhm," Bumblebee confirmed, a satisfied smile on his face. Though a little tired, Bulkhead was doing a good job of keeping him from moving towards sleep, what with the subtle twinges of good still coming up from his aft...and then, somewhat guiltily, he identified the stiff feeling against his leg.
"...oh," he said aloud.
"Oh?" Bulkhead asked, a bit distractedly, slowly putting his other fingers to work and caressing the rest of Bee's aft as best they could when one of them was a couple joints deep in his friend.
"You're...mmmmn." Bumblebee wriggled in Bulkhead's grasp, inhaling sharply as his motion pressed Bulkhead's finger against /that/ spot again. Well, since he wasn't able to /say/ what he wanted to, he reached a hand towards Bulkhead's length, looking up at him with a questioning expression.
"Oh, oh yeah," and Bulkhead nodded eagerly, still moving his finger inside Bee's warm aft--
A sudden thought struck him, and a vague memory of one of Prowl's boring television shows, and he bit his lip, eyes widening a bit. Oh, allspark, that'd...
"Bee," he said, voice kinda wondering, "do you-- d'you think that, uh, that," and he looked down, at the length of stiff flesh Bee's hand was moving towards, "do you think it could... fit...?" and he pressed his finger against that spot again. Bee was so small, it might not, but-- he bet Bee would fit in him, if he was set up the same way, and there wasn't any reason for him not to be...
Fit? Bumblebee blinked at Bulkhead's question, looking down at the piece...and then inhaled again. Oh, that, there. Well...if being filled by one finger felt this good, maybe..."We could try?" he suggested.
"Yeah, we could," Bulkhead agreed, biting his lip nervously and slowly sliding his finger out of Bee's aft.
Now, to figure out how to fit the parts together... on Prowl's animal shows, the critters always seemed to kinda go at it from the rear, but he was so big, he didn't want to hurt Bumblebee...
It was kinda an engineering problem, really, trying to find a way to connect a port and a plug, and Bulkhead thought hard as he at up a bit more, hand still resting on Bumblebee's aft. Maybe, if Bumblebee... "I think, if you turn around," he suggested, looking down at Bee. Yeah, that should put everything in about the right places, shouldn't it?
Bumbleblee tightened as Bulkhead slid out, biting his lip to hold back a whine. But...it was going to get better in a minute, right? Maybe? Definitely worth a try, at least, if both of them could feel great at the same time (he wondered if he'd fit Bulkhead, the other way around). "Alright," he agreed, sitting up a bit and carefully moving himself around. "Like this?"
Bulkhead nodded. "Yeah, like that, and..." He sat up enough that he didn't have to use an elbow to keep himself there (and shivered, cold air attacking his back, but), wrapping an arm around Bumblebee's waist and gently sliding him down, until Bulkhead's stiff length was brushing against Bumbebee's aft.
"... J-just a moment," Bulkhead choked out, other hand going to wrap around himself-- mnn, felt nice-- and line up carefully with Bee's aft, sliding Bee down just a bit more until he could feel himself pressing against that opening.
For what it was worth, Bumblebee's front got a breath of cold air, and he shivered as he pressed back against Bulkhead, even reaching back with an arm to wrap around his friend's neck to keep them close. "Just...go slow, okay?" he asked, settling his legs so he could help lower himself. It felt quite a bit bigger than Bulkhead's finger, but...he was reasonably certain he could take it.
Bulkhead nodded, curling over Bumblebee and nuzzling his hair, and gently pressing Bee down, as slow and careful as he could.
Very much bigger then the finger. Bumblebee felt himself stretching slowly to accomidate the larger width, and his grip on Bulkhead tightened a little as he forced himself not to clench. If the finger, at first, had felt weird then this was downright strange.
"Keep going," he breathed, just in case Bulkhead thought that meant he wasn't alright. He was fine, just trying to get used to it...
Bulkhead moaned and nodded against Bumblebee's hair, shuddering as that smooth warm tightness slid around him, feeling even better than Bumblebee's fingers...
He moaned again, pushing in a bit more. "You feel so good, Bee," he mumbled, breathlessly, hips trying to twitch up, to get deeper inside Bee, but no, had to be careful, didn't want to hurt him...
Oh...
There was something to be said about being *filled* like this, it was weird-strange-/good/, and Bumblebee's breath became shaky for another reason as more of Bulkhead entered him. He started to sink down against Bulkhead, worried about it turning to hurt but it wasn't hurting right now, and wow. Just...wow.
Wow was right. A lot right. Bulkhead gasped quaveringly as he sank into Bumblebee, so warm, pressing so close, and he wasn't even deep in yet, this was only going to get better...
Whimpering, he couldn't resist the urge to thrust up, just a little, and oh it felt so--!
"AH!"
That single thrust hit square on that spot from before, sending a bolt of pleasure through him and warmth into his groin. Bumblebee pressed down harder, panting as he tried to get that pushed /again/ he didn't care by what!
Bulkhead moaned, pressing in as deep as he could, it felt so so so so good...! He stayed there for a moment, too, just gasping against Bumblebee's hair, before pulling out just enough to hit that spot again when he pushed back in, like this-- ohhhhh...
/Slag/, it felt good. Bumblebee groaned loudly, tightening his grip around the back of Bulkhead's neck as Bulkhead pulled out, he could take more he wanted mo-"B-bulkhead," he whined, twisting in his friend's lap. It felt like Bulkhead was so big he was rubbing against it by just being -in- him! "M-more?..."
"More," Bulkhead moaned in agreement, curling closer around Bumblebee and doing it again, out-in, less carefully, because Bee wanted it-- and oh, "Oh Allspark, Bee," he whimpered, doing it again, so warm and all around him smooth and tight and, oh allsparkallsparkallspark...!
So big. He'd never felt anything like this before, being so *full* and he was glad it was Bulkhead he'd discovered this with rather than, say, Ratchet or Prowl. Bumbleblee shivered, his free hand reaching down to touch himself in the front because well, it had felt amazing when Bulkhead had been doing it from both sides, who was to stop him from getting that again? "I know, keepgoing...!"
Panting and whimpering in pleasure, Bulkhead kept going, as fast and deep as he could, hands pawing over Bumblebee's soft warm pretty skin. Oh, Allspark, if he couldn't already feel that warm tangle of hot pleasure under his fuel tank, he could've sworn he could keep doing this forever, buried in Bumblebee's tiny warm body, a-allspark...
Ooh, once his fingers brushed against that length, combined with Bulkhead's hands running all over him and him moving inside - Bumblebee practically mewed, tilting his head back against Bulkhead as he ran his hand up and down, up, down, even moving his body as best he could to help get more motion. "I-..." He bit his lip, trying to hold on just a bit longer while keeping up the motions.
And Bee was making amazing noises, noises that made Bulkhead's heart pound and made him curl even more around Bee, until he was panting hard against Bee's cheek, nose nudged against his buddy's jaw, as he thrust a few more times, as deep and hard as he could, that pleasure getting hotter and stronger and-- and-- "Bee!" he cried, a wail to his voice, arms wrapping tight over Bee's chest as he whimpered and moaned, hips twitching weakly up and all of him shivering in bliss.
Those final few thrusts were enough to finish Bumblebee as well; shouting Bulkhead's name, Bumblebee arched in Bulkhead's grip he felt warmth go /in/ him and that was a wonderful feeling as well. All of this was wonderful, and he sank into Bulkhead, gasping needily for breath as it raced through him.
Shuddering, Bulkhead nuzzled Bee's cheek and jaw and ear, moaning a little as his heart and breath slowed down and arms loosening, until he slowly went back to petting Bee's skin.
"Allspark. Amazing," he mumbled, "you're amazing, Bee..."
... Bulkhead's back was cold. Huh. It didn't seem like such a big deal as it could have been, but it was an unpleasant splash of reality when everything SHOULD have been about how warm and soft Bee was, and how good he still felt around Bulkhead's softening length. (So, so, so amazingly good, they'd have to do this again and again and again...)
Slowly, carefully, Bulkhead pulled Bumblebee down with him, until they were on their sides and Bulkhead could yank the blankets back up over them. And Bulkhead was still in Bee, mostly-- they could do it like this, too... how many ways were there to connect? Would any of them feel different, or even better?
"So...what does that make you?" Bee asked with a soft little laugh, willingly sinkling back down with Bulkhead. He wouldn't have minded being stomach to stomach, but, even soft Bulkhead felt /good/ inside him and he didn't want to take that away.
This was so much better than playing video games.
"Really really happy," Bulkhead said, earnestly, one wandering hand drifting across one of those dark little spots on Bee's chest and the other stroking down the outside of Bee's leg. "Mmmm, you feel nice..."
"That makes two of us," Bee laughed, a slight hitch in his voice as Bulky's fingers brushed that dark spot - more spots for good feeling? How many things hadn't they found in these bodies! "And...you feel good. Like this, in me," he said, slightly shy and not quite certain why.
Curiously, Bulkhead passed his fingertips over that spot again-- someplace else to make Bee feel good? How many were there?-- as he made an agreeing noise.
"It feels good to be there," he said, almost shy back, and twitched his hips, just a little-- he didn't move as easily in there when he was softened like this, but a little of the movement made it through, and he made a happy little noise. "It's all warm, and s-so tight... you have to try it, Bee."
Bumblebee would have to try a lot of things, not the least of which was figuring out of all of the places on *him* were on Bulkhead and made him feel just as good...he made a noise of his own, pressing back against Bulkhead. "I w-will...just...c'mon, you gotta be tired too? A little?" He looked over his shoulder, blinking.
"Yeah, I am..." Bulkhead admitted, but... "You feel so good, though," he mumbled, petting and nuzzling at Bee again. "Feel like I could do this forever, 's long as it's with you...."
Talk about your warm and fuzzy feelings. Bumblebee blushed a bit, smiling at Bulkhead as he nuzzled back as best he could. "Mmm - I wouldn't mind," he said as he ran his hands along Bulkhead's arms.
Bulkhead made a happy noise, wriggling a little bit at the nice soft warmth of Bee's touch, and said, contentedly, "But we can rest, if you want. Maybe... maybe go find Bossbot or Prowl after, help them relax..." This was pretty relaxing, after all. Bulkhead felt a bit like he could turn into warm happy ooze any moment, in the good happy way.
Bee couldn't help but snicker, a little, at the thought of Prowl being *this* relaxed. Well, his 'meditation' didn't count. "Let's do it," he said with a grin, looking forwards to seeing the composed ninjabot...well, not so composed. He'd bet wheels to hubcaps that nobody could keep themselves through *that*.
As for Bossbot? He could definitely do with something like this.
Bulkhead's eyes drifted a little closed, mind forming an image of Prowl and Bossbot, without their clothing, writhing in pleasure like Bee had... "Yeah, let's," he agreed, dreamily. Neither of them were as pretty or small or soft as Bumblebee, and neither of them had thar really pretty dark skin Bumblebee had, but they's still look and feel awfully good, he'd bet...
Bumblebee was mostly amused by the thought of Prowl's face, but...they'd all been really tense. And hey, there was no reason for them *not* to share what they'd discovered.
"What time is it, anyway?"
"Dunno." Bulkhead twisted a little, peering at the sunlight through the skylights, and ventured, "Early evening?" before snuggling into Bee's back again.
What a nice way to wake up...
With a happy drowsy noise, Bulkhead engaged his hands in the very pressing business of petting Bumblebee's soft, tiny back in soft, tiny strokes, enjoying the feel of Bee's skin. He was so small...
Still asleep, Bumblebee's dreams took a different turn from the wide open streets, sweeping curves, ever-so-pleasant asphalt under his tires...he sighed, stirring slightly as he curled further into the warmth about him. That was nice - but this was nice too.
Bulkhead smiled a little, curling down around Bee so he could nuzzle his friend's hair and ear and neck a little, still stroking Bee's back-- and, hesitantly, his side, over his arm and chest-strut-thingies and hip, and maybe a little stroke of his fingertips over Bee's belly, marveling a little at how flat and soft-skinned it was, when Bulkhead was kinda... bouncy around there.
Bee kinda made a kinda nice-looking human, almost. In a good way.
If Bee could read Bulkhead's thoughts, he might have preened at that; as it was, half-awake, he was enjoying the attention. His body was, at least, with his processor working through the sensory impulses and trying to make them coherent...but that didn't matter, really, did it, so much as whatever it was continued? He made a soft, happy noise, an arm awkwardly coming to move around Bulkhead's neck.
Well, if Bee liked it!
Bulkhead continued, fingertips exploring southwards from Bee's belly to brush towards-- was that it? It seemed a lot... softer now. Huh. But he was pretty sure, when he felt at it, thick warm fingers exploring curiously, that it had to be the same thing...
Well, it was hardening again, and Bumblebee drew a shaky breath as a bit more sleep left him. Now he was a bit more aware of Bulkhead's form against him, and certainly aware of something brushing against him. With another noise, he opened his eyes, blearily looking up towards Bulkhead. "Nmmmn...?"
"Hey," Bulkhead mumbled, with a drowsy smile, curiously petting it some more. It got stiffer, kinda, the more he touched it... weird. Cool-weird.
Cool-weird-felt-slagging-/good/. "H-hey," Bumblebee said back, smiling that little, open-mouthed smile. Those touches..it was making him warm in his fuel tank, and spreading over to the rest of him, kind of like when Bulkhead had been petting him but about a hundred times faster. Not that he had anything against being fast!
What had Bee done, earlier...? Nuzzling down against Bee's neck, breath still slow and a little sleepy, Bulkhead gently wrapped his fingers around the hardening little thing, thumb experimentally stroking across the end and down one side.
"Oh!" Both of Bumblebee's arms wrapped around Bulkhead as he buried his face in Bulky's neck, moaning loudly - that felt /good/. "K-keep doing th-that?" he begged, eager for that warm-tingly-coil-/good/ feeling all over again. Allspark, how they hadn't known of this before...it was tiring but so /worth/ it.
Humming happily, he did so, thumb stroking up and down almost not-clumsily now that he kinda knew what he was doing.
Bulkhead knew? That was good, because Bumblebee still wasn't quite certain, but that was okay! Just so long as he didn't stop. But after a bit of this happening, despite how good it felt, Bumblebee stopped moaning and whimpering into Bulkhead's neck and ear and forced himself up. Not near enough to pull himself away from Bulkhead's hand, but enough to look at him. "W-wanna do it to you, too," he gasped out.
Well, kinda. He knew that touching there felt good, and apparently rubbing there felt better, so he kept going, even when Bee hauled himself up and--
Bulkhead shivered and moaned, something suddenly setting his sensory network on fire and his skin going all bumpy-shivery and that spot just under his fuel tank getting all warm and swirly. Needless to say, he nodded eagerly.
Well, apparently Bulkhead liked that idea! Grinning a little, Bee looked down, trying to figure out how this could work - he didn't want to get out of reach of Bulkhead. Finally, he patted Bulkhead's wrist, then turned himself around so that his back was to Bulkhead's face - sure, he couldn't really see him anymore, but he could /reach/ and that was what mattered, right? And reach he did, quickly finding the bit of flesh and wrapping his hands around it eagerly.
Alana (23:38:57): (... that's a vaguely awkward mental image. What's going on now? :D;; )
Raq (23:43:16): ((...sorry. DX))
Raq (23:43:22): ((THE WAY I FIGURED))
Raq (23:44:01): ((Half-lying on Bulkhead, but with his head down/arms up towards Bulkie's lower half, rather than upper. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE AT ALL))
Alana (23:44:28): (.... YES I THINK. YES. Okay. :D )
That was-- that would work, oh definitely, and Bulkhead moaned little-- well, okay, a lot-- as he adjusted his grip, stroking Bumblebee again, his other hand sprawling warmly across Bee's belly.
Bee moaned back, pleased that his idea seemed to be working - ok, not so much seemed. It /was/ working, and quite well if he said so himself! Let it never be said that he never has good ideas, especially if they lead to mutual /this/. He happily pressed into Bulkhead, finding a rhythm with his hips and matching it with his hands feeling Bulkhead's own stiffening piece.
Stiffening really, really quickly, Bulkhead moaning and twitching upwards under Bee's hands, and he tried getting more fingers involved in the rubbing, up and down the well-not-really-that-long length of Bee.
On that note, Bulkhead was...big. Well, he was normally big, but this part of him was big too - Bee wondered if he'd noticed that before, raising a few fingers to pet at the top...kind-of-different-colored-part. Bulkhead didn't have any trouble getting all of him, and he shuddered, moaning as it felt like Bulky's entire hand was around him.
How big it was didn't seem to change how sensitive it was, Bulkhead whimpering-- a lot-- as he shakily worked at Bee, hips twitching up into Bee's touch and hands quivering a little.
Again, that coiling sensation; a little slower, but Bumblebee increased his pace - on both fronts - as he felt himself nearing that...peak. He didn't know what else to call it, other than that it made the rest of this just the build-up. "'Scoming again," he said in a moan, glancing over his shoulder at Bulkhead, squeezing him gently.
Bulkhead gasped, then nodded hastily, whimpering something that might've been "me, too" as he tried to be careful at the same time as he did everythign he could for Bee.
Bulkhead liked that, huh?...Bumblebee didn't have too much of a chance to appriciate the look on his face before Bulkhead's fingers did /something/ with the base, where it met the rest of him and he cried out in pleasure as /good/ and /warmth/ spread out over him and /allspark/. "BULKHEAD!" he wailed, hands squeezing again.
He did like that, a lot, whimpering and bucking his hips upwards as all the so-nice-ness exploded, making him tremble all over and squeeze Bee back as that white splattery lubrucant stuff went all... splattery from him. Oh, oh allspark, it felt so nice...
The warm... stuff got on his hands but he didn't mind, too swept up in the flood of pleasure. When it finally began to trickle off, Bumblebee sagged on Bulkhead, panting like he'd just tried to outrun Blurr. Oh, that was /nice/...
A satisfied smile spread over the young bot's - well, human's features, and he sighed happily, more than content to just bask in Bulkhead's warmth for now. There still seemed to be a glow within him, and he didn't want to move and risk dimming it.
"Allspark, that's nice," Bulkhead half-moaned, sprawling meltingly down into the nest of softness and smiling fuzzily at the ceiling. So awfully nice... "Best part 'bout being human so far," he mumbled, happily.
Bee made a short 'heh' of laughter. "You're tellin' me..." he sighed, finding Bulkhead's body more than a pleasant softness to be curled up on. Though-he turned around again, so they were at least facing eachother. Not that Bulky was bad to look at down there, it was just hard to see the look on his face.
He laughed a little in return, one hand relaxedly finding its way to Bee's back and petting down his backstrut. "Think we should tell the others 'bout it? Bet you anything Bossbot needs the... de-stress-y feeling." He hummed happily.
Another laugh. "Yaknow, that might not be a bad idea, Bulky... him'n Ratchet have been kinda grumpy lately, trying to figure out what's goin' on. Well, Ratchet's always been grumpy," he added as an afterthought. "Docbot's just been... more grumpy."
"Yeah... definitely think we should start with telling bossbot. Less scary than telling Ratchet..." Bulkhead yawned, and yanked some blankets more firmly around them, and sleepily started dragging his fingertips over all the bits of Bumblebee he could reach, shoulders and arms and hair...
"Ratchet'd probably go off on how it-OOoooh." Bumblebee trailed off, prickly feelings following in the wake of the fingers. Not bad ones at all. He smiled, snuggling into blankets and Bulkhead, nuzzling the other mech-turned-human. "-maybe not right now, though." He still had the lingering warmth and tiredness even though they'd woken up just a bit ago... and they'd have to get something to eat, eventually, but not right now.
"Later," Bulkhead agreed blissfully. Bee was so... soft. And tiny. Bulkhead thought he kinda liked it, though, being able to pet all of Bee's back all the way down with one hand, like this, and rub-- and maybe scritch? He tried it-- the back of Bee's head with the other hand, and feel his little burning warmth against his chest...
Was awfully nice in all kinds of ways, really.
Well, hey, if he wanted to keep doing that he was having no complaints from Bumblebee! If he could purr like the cat he was compared to not that long ago, he probably would, but instead just broadened his content smile and sighed. If he had to stay human for a while longer, at least he knew how he wanted to spend that while.
Bulkhead smiled, too, the hand on Bee's back drifting lower, across his aft-- that somehow felt even softer and nicer than the rest of Bee, if that was possible, and Bulkhead stroked it for a few moments-- before it continued down the back of one of Bumblebee's skinny legs.
"You feel nice all over," Bulkhead informed his friend, happily. "'S nice."
"Mmm – you're warm. Soft." The almost-sigh of Bee's voice made it clear that he found both of those just as nice, to say nothing of Bulkhead's hand(s). Traveling over his aft, then in (which he almost spoke up about, but then Bulkhead's hand had moved and-)
"H-hey!"
That was an altogether different feeling, with him laughing without having a reason.
Bulkhead's hand flinched away-- had he done something wrong? But no, Bee had giggled...
Tentatively, he brushed his fingertips over the spot that had made Bee react. "Hey?" he asked, curiously.
Another giggle, and Bumblebee's leg jerked as he tried to push himself up. "T-that- that feels /weird/!" He wasn't sure how else to describe it, and were it not for the fact he was trying hard not to laugh any more...
Slowly, Bulkhead grinned. He didn't know what it was that was making Bee wiggle and giggle like that-- well, he knew, it was his hand against the back of Bee's leg, but he didn't know WHY-why-- but Bee looked kinda... adorable, that was the word, trying not to laugh, so Bulkhead did it again, his other hand curling heavily at the small of Bee's back to keep him from wriggling too much. "Weird?" he promped, grinningly.
"Weird! Ah-hand that's not fa-ahi-r!" He wasn't doing to well on the not-laughing part, unable to keep himself from doing so. And rather than let Bulkhead have this victory, Bumblebee squirmed, trying to get his leg free. "I'm gonna-ha-ha! I'm gonna get you back, Bulkhead!!"
It didn't really sound as much of the threat as he wanted it to be.
Amazingly enough, Bulkhead didn't look particuarly frightened, either, grinning and trying the same thing on the back of Bee's other knee. "All I'm going is touching you," he said, with a delighted kind of innocence. "What's wrong with that?"
"Cheater!" Bumblebee didn't really know /how/ Bulkhead was cheating but it felt appropriate to accuse him of, right now. Heedless of the sheets he was kicking off in his flailing and laughing, He would have been more open to it if he felt he had any control over it, not that it was too disturbing – more disorientating than anything, and he was still unable to keep himself quiet.
"I am not! And you're letting all the cold in!" Bulkhead objected, laughingly, and stopped tickling to yank warm things back over them-- though his hand that was holding Bee down drifted a little lower, over his aft again. How did Bee manage to feel so nice?
Victory was his!...in that Bulkhead stopped. His reward was cold, and Bumblebee as quick to try and solve -that- by wrapping himself back in the blankets. Sure, he was trying to get his legs specially wrapped so Bulkhead couldn't do that again, but...
"Well, don't do that and I won't! Like to see how -you- like it," he added in a halfhearted grumble, wriggling further into the blankets...and Bulkhead's hand.
"Fine, fine, fine," Bulkhead agreed, laughing a little, and stroked his fingers over Bee's wriggling aft, yanking more over them with his other hand. Brrr, still seriously cold out... good thing Bee was so nice and warm, then, he supposed.
"I mean it! I'm gonna get you back for that, Bulky!" But not right now. One, too cold. Two, Bulkhead was warm. Three, Bulkhead's hand was warm. He settled himself back down, resting his arms across Bulkhead's chest and his chin on them. About to say something, he instead made a soft noise as Bulkhead's finger brushed into the groove in the middle of his aft.
"I'm terrified," Bulkhead murmured, almost giggling at the very though of Bee taking revenge on him, and settled the hand that wasn't already petting Bee on the back of Bee's neck, scritching a little.
And Bumblebee seemed to like being touched in that area in the middle of his aft, between the two round soft halves... Bulkhead focused his petting there, fingers gently stroking down it.
'You better be' didn't manage to progress any further than the thought of saying it. Not that Bulkhead's hand was that distracting, but it was just so nice. Bumblebee sighed, smiling softly as he rested his cheek down rather than his chin, settling for an "Mhm..."
More scritches and petting, then! Bulkhead's fingers slid a little deeper down the groove, stroking the skin there, and he smiled rather happily. He was gettin' really good at this petting-snuggling things, he thought, which was nice...
If there was an award, Bumblebee would have nominated Bulkhead for it. He made another soft noise as the petting-touching fingers touched a spot that sent a tingle up through his spine. A weird tingle, but not like the back-of-the-knees.
"...do that again?" he asked timidly.
"Sure," Bulkhead said happily, fingers pressing a little more deeply as they stroked, looking for the spot that had gotten a noise out of Bumblebee.
Was it... here? It felt different in that spot... Bulkhead tried stroking there, fingers warm and big and soft.
If Bumblebee's fingers clenching from flat palms to half-claws and the noise he made were any sign, then yes, it was there. Now that he had more than a second to consider the feeling, he could identify it as a weird-good, rather than that weird-strange-laughing kind. Weird-good on the level of the other good feelings, too.
Why there, though?...these bodies were so, well, -weird-!
Bulkhead didn't have any complaints about the weirdness, if Bumblebee liked it, and he did seem to be liking it, so!
Bulkhead rubbed at that spot, making a happy little noise in reply to Bee's pretty little sound, fingers pressing a little more.
He would have been very disappointed if Bulkhead stopped, that was for sure! He was a bit tired, but not nearly enough to keep him from enjoying more attention.
It almost felt like something could go *in* there (he already knew stuff could come *out*), and he pressed back, experimenting.
-- Oh! It-- Bee's pushing back had kinda... was Bulkhead's finger supposed to be able to--?
Bulkhead blinked, going still and asking, worriedly, "Is that supposed to happen?"
Bumblebee went still as well, blinking at the...not-bad-weird feeling of, well, intrusion. He thought about it a moment, trying to decide if it was a good or bad thing...
"...doesn't hurt," he said finally, before pressing back just a bit more, experimentally.
Good, Bulkhead didn't want to hurt Bumblebee-- and if Bee said it didn't hurt, it musn't, even if Bee was... really, really tight around Bulkhead's finger. Tight, and warm....
Bemusedly, Bulkhead pressed in deeper when Bee pressed back, carefully slow about it.
Weird, yes. Very weird. But...not bad-weird at all, even if Bumblebee did make a bit of a face as Bulkhead's finger pushed further in. It was like he was being...filled...in a way that made his next breath come out shakily as he willed himself to relax.
Hey, this whole thing was about experimenting, right?
Bulkhead stopped for a moment, other hand smoothing over Bumblebee's hair. "You okay?" he asked, and twitched his finger back out a bit, unsure if Bumblebee actually liked this.
Just because it felt different didn't mean he wasn't OK! Bumblebee was about to vocally point this out, when Bulkhead's finger twitched over something that made him see /stars/ - his mouth opened, but the only thing that came out was a whine that would have been embaressing at any other point.
As if on cue, his length twitched from where it was pinned between him and Bulkhead.
Woah. Apparently he was really okay with it, if that twitch was anything to go by-- was it the way Bulkhead had moved his finger?
Well, he could do it again, if Bee liked it that much, and he rubbed his finger inside Bee, carefully.
Ohallsparkyes. Bumblebee whined again, burying his face in Bulkhead's chest as he twitched against his friend's hand - /oh/ that felt good, good like when Bulkhead touched him in the front, just as long as he kept touching that spot /inside/. "Keepgoing," he urged, voice muffled but pleading clear.
Bulkhead kept going, a little less carefully now that Bee was obviously really enjoying it, rubbing a little more enthusiastically, a little faster. "Like this?" he asked, eager to know it he was doing it right.
Oh yes like that - he kept moving away and then back, and Bumblebee bit his lip for a moment trying to get enough of himself to 'help' Bulkhead along. The fact that he was grinding against Bulkhead didn't exactly help him do that, but both of the sensations at once felt absolutely *amazing*.
"There!" he gasped out as Bulkhead touched that *spot*. "ThererightthereBulkhead!"
There, then, and Bulkhead pressed his finger against the spot-- he could maybe almost feel something there, he thought-- and sliding his other hand down Bee's back, then sliding it between them, to rub against Bumblebee's front at the same time.
When Bulkhead pinpointed it, Bumblebee arched with a cry, face tight with pleasure. It probably wasn't fair that such a feel-good spot was hidden inside but they'd found it and /oh/, Allspark and a thousand other cries there weren't words to describe how it felt with both. Amazing seemed like calling him, Bumblebee *speedy* - he was the fastest thing alive and this was-
He was rapidly approaching another peak. Bumblebee eagerly moved towards Bulkhead's hand, wanting it but at the same time both...soft, wordless noises escaped him without pause.
Awww, Allspark, Bee looked so pretty like that... Bulkhead bit his lip, watching Bumblebee as he pressed inside him even more firmly. Allspark. He'd have to get Bumblebee to do something like this for him, it looked like it must be amazing...
"Pretty," Bulkhead mumbled, a bit breathlessly, and pressed his finger against that spot again and again.
One front was one thing; with Bulkhead helping him get both, it wasn't long at all before Bumblebee felt himself getting to that wonderful place that was just within reach, he could *feel* it already even if he was already feeling so incredibly good-
He hardly heard what Bulkhead was saying, whining and pleading without words. Don't stop, keep going, "H-harder, PLEASE!" he was almost there-!
Bulkhead could do harder, thrusting his finger into Bee, against that spot, and wrapping his hand around Bee's thing in front, dragging his fingers up and down in that way that felt really, really good.... he was getting all stiff, too, now, gasping a little as he thrust and stroked.
Both felt incredible, for lack of a better word, and finally Bumblebee arched up with a loud cry, fingers splayed across Bulkhead's front. Warmth and pleasure spread out all over him, more of that white liquid coming from the flesh in Bulkhead's grip as he reached it, all but sobbing with how *amazing* it was. He never wanted it to end, if he could be like this forever he'd be happy, yes, oh geez...
Bulkhead's fingers slowed to a stop, and he pulled his hand away from Bee's front, wiping the white stuff off on the blankets and pushing himself up a little, so he could nuzzle at Bee's hair. The thing in front was gonna go all limp now, Bulkhead was pretty sure-- it'd done that the last two times-- but was there anything to keep him from continuing to stroke that spot inside Bee, a little more gently?
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked, a little breathlessly, voice warm against Bee's ear.
It wasn't the only part of Bumblebee that went limp, the tired bot-turned-human sagging on Bulkhead as the pleasure leaked away. He wrapped his arms around his friend as much as he could, hugging him tightly as he moaned softly. "Mmn...Bulky..."
Bulkhead made a happy sound, nuzzling Bee's hair again and sighing happilly at the contact. "Think that's a yes," he mumbled, fondly, still slowly moving his finger inside of Bee. So warm around Bulkhead, and smooth, mmmm...
He was getting even stiffer, he was pretty sure, even with Bumblebee collapsed sleepily against him. Bee was just so pretty...
"Mhm," Bumblebee confirmed, a satisfied smile on his face. Though a little tired, Bulkhead was doing a good job of keeping him from moving towards sleep, what with the subtle twinges of good still coming up from his aft...and then, somewhat guiltily, he identified the stiff feeling against his leg.
"...oh," he said aloud.
"Oh?" Bulkhead asked, a bit distractedly, slowly putting his other fingers to work and caressing the rest of Bee's aft as best they could when one of them was a couple joints deep in his friend.
"You're...mmmmn." Bumblebee wriggled in Bulkhead's grasp, inhaling sharply as his motion pressed Bulkhead's finger against /that/ spot again. Well, since he wasn't able to /say/ what he wanted to, he reached a hand towards Bulkhead's length, looking up at him with a questioning expression.
"Oh, oh yeah," and Bulkhead nodded eagerly, still moving his finger inside Bee's warm aft--
A sudden thought struck him, and a vague memory of one of Prowl's boring television shows, and he bit his lip, eyes widening a bit. Oh, allspark, that'd...
"Bee," he said, voice kinda wondering, "do you-- d'you think that, uh, that," and he looked down, at the length of stiff flesh Bee's hand was moving towards, "do you think it could... fit...?" and he pressed his finger against that spot again. Bee was so small, it might not, but-- he bet Bee would fit in him, if he was set up the same way, and there wasn't any reason for him not to be...
Fit? Bumblebee blinked at Bulkhead's question, looking down at the piece...and then inhaled again. Oh, that, there. Well...if being filled by one finger felt this good, maybe..."We could try?" he suggested.
"Yeah, we could," Bulkhead agreed, biting his lip nervously and slowly sliding his finger out of Bee's aft.
Now, to figure out how to fit the parts together... on Prowl's animal shows, the critters always seemed to kinda go at it from the rear, but he was so big, he didn't want to hurt Bumblebee...
It was kinda an engineering problem, really, trying to find a way to connect a port and a plug, and Bulkhead thought hard as he at up a bit more, hand still resting on Bumblebee's aft. Maybe, if Bumblebee... "I think, if you turn around," he suggested, looking down at Bee. Yeah, that should put everything in about the right places, shouldn't it?
Bumbleblee tightened as Bulkhead slid out, biting his lip to hold back a whine. But...it was going to get better in a minute, right? Maybe? Definitely worth a try, at least, if both of them could feel great at the same time (he wondered if he'd fit Bulkhead, the other way around). "Alright," he agreed, sitting up a bit and carefully moving himself around. "Like this?"
Bulkhead nodded. "Yeah, like that, and..." He sat up enough that he didn't have to use an elbow to keep himself there (and shivered, cold air attacking his back, but), wrapping an arm around Bumblebee's waist and gently sliding him down, until Bulkhead's stiff length was brushing against Bumbebee's aft.
"... J-just a moment," Bulkhead choked out, other hand going to wrap around himself-- mnn, felt nice-- and line up carefully with Bee's aft, sliding Bee down just a bit more until he could feel himself pressing against that opening.
For what it was worth, Bumblebee's front got a breath of cold air, and he shivered as he pressed back against Bulkhead, even reaching back with an arm to wrap around his friend's neck to keep them close. "Just...go slow, okay?" he asked, settling his legs so he could help lower himself. It felt quite a bit bigger than Bulkhead's finger, but...he was reasonably certain he could take it.
Bulkhead nodded, curling over Bumblebee and nuzzling his hair, and gently pressing Bee down, as slow and careful as he could.
Very much bigger then the finger. Bumblebee felt himself stretching slowly to accomidate the larger width, and his grip on Bulkhead tightened a little as he forced himself not to clench. If the finger, at first, had felt weird then this was downright strange.
"Keep going," he breathed, just in case Bulkhead thought that meant he wasn't alright. He was fine, just trying to get used to it...
Bulkhead moaned and nodded against Bumblebee's hair, shuddering as that smooth warm tightness slid around him, feeling even better than Bumblebee's fingers...
He moaned again, pushing in a bit more. "You feel so good, Bee," he mumbled, breathlessly, hips trying to twitch up, to get deeper inside Bee, but no, had to be careful, didn't want to hurt him...
Oh...
There was something to be said about being *filled* like this, it was weird-strange-/good/, and Bumblebee's breath became shaky for another reason as more of Bulkhead entered him. He started to sink down against Bulkhead, worried about it turning to hurt but it wasn't hurting right now, and wow. Just...wow.
Wow was right. A lot right. Bulkhead gasped quaveringly as he sank into Bumblebee, so warm, pressing so close, and he wasn't even deep in yet, this was only going to get better...
Whimpering, he couldn't resist the urge to thrust up, just a little, and oh it felt so--!
"AH!"
That single thrust hit square on that spot from before, sending a bolt of pleasure through him and warmth into his groin. Bumblebee pressed down harder, panting as he tried to get that pushed /again/ he didn't care by what!
Bulkhead moaned, pressing in as deep as he could, it felt so so so so good...! He stayed there for a moment, too, just gasping against Bumblebee's hair, before pulling out just enough to hit that spot again when he pushed back in, like this-- ohhhhh...
/Slag/, it felt good. Bumblebee groaned loudly, tightening his grip around the back of Bulkhead's neck as Bulkhead pulled out, he could take more he wanted mo-"B-bulkhead," he whined, twisting in his friend's lap. It felt like Bulkhead was so big he was rubbing against it by just being -in- him! "M-more?..."
"More," Bulkhead moaned in agreement, curling closer around Bumblebee and doing it again, out-in, less carefully, because Bee wanted it-- and oh, "Oh Allspark, Bee," he whimpered, doing it again, so warm and all around him smooth and tight and, oh allsparkallsparkallspark...!
So big. He'd never felt anything like this before, being so *full* and he was glad it was Bulkhead he'd discovered this with rather than, say, Ratchet or Prowl. Bumbleblee shivered, his free hand reaching down to touch himself in the front because well, it had felt amazing when Bulkhead had been doing it from both sides, who was to stop him from getting that again? "I know, keepgoing...!"
Panting and whimpering in pleasure, Bulkhead kept going, as fast and deep as he could, hands pawing over Bumblebee's soft warm pretty skin. Oh, Allspark, if he couldn't already feel that warm tangle of hot pleasure under his fuel tank, he could've sworn he could keep doing this forever, buried in Bumblebee's tiny warm body, a-allspark...
Ooh, once his fingers brushed against that length, combined with Bulkhead's hands running all over him and him moving inside - Bumblebee practically mewed, tilting his head back against Bulkhead as he ran his hand up and down, up, down, even moving his body as best he could to help get more motion. "I-..." He bit his lip, trying to hold on just a bit longer while keeping up the motions.
And Bee was making amazing noises, noises that made Bulkhead's heart pound and made him curl even more around Bee, until he was panting hard against Bee's cheek, nose nudged against his buddy's jaw, as he thrust a few more times, as deep and hard as he could, that pleasure getting hotter and stronger and-- and-- "Bee!" he cried, a wail to his voice, arms wrapping tight over Bee's chest as he whimpered and moaned, hips twitching weakly up and all of him shivering in bliss.
Those final few thrusts were enough to finish Bumblebee as well; shouting Bulkhead's name, Bumblebee arched in Bulkhead's grip he felt warmth go /in/ him and that was a wonderful feeling as well. All of this was wonderful, and he sank into Bulkhead, gasping needily for breath as it raced through him.
Shuddering, Bulkhead nuzzled Bee's cheek and jaw and ear, moaning a little as his heart and breath slowed down and arms loosening, until he slowly went back to petting Bee's skin.
"Allspark. Amazing," he mumbled, "you're amazing, Bee..."
... Bulkhead's back was cold. Huh. It didn't seem like such a big deal as it could have been, but it was an unpleasant splash of reality when everything SHOULD have been about how warm and soft Bee was, and how good he still felt around Bulkhead's softening length. (So, so, so amazingly good, they'd have to do this again and again and again...)
Slowly, carefully, Bulkhead pulled Bumblebee down with him, until they were on their sides and Bulkhead could yank the blankets back up over them. And Bulkhead was still in Bee, mostly-- they could do it like this, too... how many ways were there to connect? Would any of them feel different, or even better?
"So...what does that make you?" Bee asked with a soft little laugh, willingly sinkling back down with Bulkhead. He wouldn't have minded being stomach to stomach, but, even soft Bulkhead felt /good/ inside him and he didn't want to take that away.
This was so much better than playing video games.
"Really really happy," Bulkhead said, earnestly, one wandering hand drifting across one of those dark little spots on Bee's chest and the other stroking down the outside of Bee's leg. "Mmmm, you feel nice..."
"That makes two of us," Bee laughed, a slight hitch in his voice as Bulky's fingers brushed that dark spot - more spots for good feeling? How many things hadn't they found in these bodies! "And...you feel good. Like this, in me," he said, slightly shy and not quite certain why.
Curiously, Bulkhead passed his fingertips over that spot again-- someplace else to make Bee feel good? How many were there?-- as he made an agreeing noise.
"It feels good to be there," he said, almost shy back, and twitched his hips, just a little-- he didn't move as easily in there when he was softened like this, but a little of the movement made it through, and he made a happy little noise. "It's all warm, and s-so tight... you have to try it, Bee."
Bumblebee would have to try a lot of things, not the least of which was figuring out of all of the places on *him* were on Bulkhead and made him feel just as good...he made a noise of his own, pressing back against Bulkhead. "I w-will...just...c'mon, you gotta be tired too? A little?" He looked over his shoulder, blinking.
"Yeah, I am..." Bulkhead admitted, but... "You feel so good, though," he mumbled, petting and nuzzling at Bee again. "Feel like I could do this forever, 's long as it's with you...."
Talk about your warm and fuzzy feelings. Bumblebee blushed a bit, smiling at Bulkhead as he nuzzled back as best he could. "Mmm - I wouldn't mind," he said as he ran his hands along Bulkhead's arms.
Bulkhead made a happy noise, wriggling a little bit at the nice soft warmth of Bee's touch, and said, contentedly, "But we can rest, if you want. Maybe... maybe go find Bossbot or Prowl after, help them relax..." This was pretty relaxing, after all. Bulkhead felt a bit like he could turn into warm happy ooze any moment, in the good happy way.
Bee couldn't help but snicker, a little, at the thought of Prowl being *this* relaxed. Well, his 'meditation' didn't count. "Let's do it," he said with a grin, looking forwards to seeing the composed ninjabot...well, not so composed. He'd bet wheels to hubcaps that nobody could keep themselves through *that*.
As for Bossbot? He could definitely do with something like this.
Bulkhead's eyes drifted a little closed, mind forming an image of Prowl and Bossbot, without their clothing, writhing in pleasure like Bee had... "Yeah, let's," he agreed, dreamily. Neither of them were as pretty or small or soft as Bumblebee, and neither of them had thar really pretty dark skin Bumblebee had, but they's still look and feel awfully good, he'd bet...
Bumblebee was mostly amused by the thought of Prowl's face, but...they'd all been really tense. And hey, there was no reason for them *not* to share what they'd discovered.
"What time is it, anyway?"
"Dunno." Bulkhead twisted a little, peering at the sunlight through the skylights, and ventured, "Early evening?" before snuggling into Bee's back again.