[IDW] Morning After
a/n: Flash Fiction Fill and an update. Go me! Please enjoy this NSFW update. :)
Title: Morning After
Universe: Truth in Advertising, RiD AU, Chapter 13
Characters: Blurr/Starscream
Rating: M
Warnings: sticky sex
Description: Blurr and Starscream slept together. Literally.
For MysteryArtAnon's prompt of BlurrxStarscream, Lazerhawk's “Electric Groove”
Blurr onlined the next morning feeling overheated and heavy. He groaned in protest and tried to roll over. He flared all his vents, but something pinned him down. His optics onlined in a startled burst. What the frag?
“Stop squirming,” came a muffled order. The weight above him didn't so much as shift. Warm ex-vents puffed down on him, adding to the heat.
“Hot,” Blurr complained, shoving at the weight.
“You are an impossible bedmate,” his partner complained but mercifully, the weight shifted and Blurr was able to slip off to the side. Not that there was much room left on the berth.
Clarity gradually returned. Blurr slung an arm over his helm as his internal temperature cycled back into normal degrees. He slanted a glance to the side, unsurprised to find that Starscream had slipped back into recharge.
Starscream rarely stayed the entire cycle. In fact, Blurr was pretty sure he never had. For all that they'd fragged on all available surfaces, they'd never shared a berth in recharge. That implied things Blurr wasn't sure he was ready to examine. And damn, but Starscream still had a leg slung over his. Clingy Seeker, wasn't he?
Blurr poked him in the side. What was the expressing about sleeping Predacons? Oh, well. Blurr couldn't be trapped under an amorous Seeker all day.
“Oy,” he said, slim fingers getting into a seam and poking at Starscream's protoform. “Don't you have work to do?”
Quick as a flash, Blurr's hand was snatched up and slammed into the berth. His optics cycled wide in shock. Starscream was half-asleep! And clearly he'd lost none of his battle time reflexes.
Also. Ow. Blurr was not too ashamed to admit that Starscream was stronger than him.
“Starscream,” he hissed, tugging on his arm. “Let go. And wake up!”
The Seeker huffed a ventilation at him, pede hooking on Blurr's leg and trying to drag him closer. “Have you no sense of proper berth behavior?”
Blurr squinted at him. “If you're awake then act like it.”
Starscream's lips curled in a smirk. “You're in such a hurry to go. Did I exhaust you that much?”
“That question is a trap and I'm not going to answer it,” Blurr declared.
Starscream chuckled. He squeezed Blurr's hand and finally, his optics onlined, a dim glow of red full of self-satisfaction. He tried to drag Blurr close again with his leg, only partially succeeding.
“Shouldn't you be in a better mood given last night?” Starscream asked, tilting his frame enough to prop his helm on his other arm.
Blurr snorted. “Not when you're smothering me.”
“Testy, testy.” Starscream shuffled closer, an almost ungainly scoot across the berth but it succeeded in nudging his knee right between Blurr's legs, notching it up higher against his groin plating. “Come a little bit closer and I can fix that sour disposition.”
“Really?” Blurr arched an orbital ridge. “You want more?”
“Today is a new day.” Starscream's grip on Blurr's hand was just enough to wind him closer, within reach of Starscream's lips. “What better way to start the morning?”
Blurr groaned, but it wasn't all exasperation as Starscream's knee scraped a titillating vibration across his panel. “Are you always this friendly when you first online?”
“Are you always this grumpy?” Starscream nipped at his audial, glossa flicking over the sensitive component. He let go of Blurr's hand and dragged his palm down Blurr's chassis, fingers pulling up curls of shiver-inducing static. “Open up, Blurr. I have an intense need to be inside you right now.”
“Wow. And they say romance is dead.” Blurr rolled his optics but obliged.
He moaned as Starscream immediately sank two fingers into his valve, fingers curling up and in, mercilessly stoking the bundle of sensors just behind his anterior nub. Blurr's hips canted upward, helm tossing back with a cry of pleasure.
Starscream nibbled on his audial. “Got a meeting soon. Don't have time for romance.”
A meeting? Clarity fought against the rising fog of pleasure. Blurr gripped at Starscream's shoulders, hips working against Starscream's fingers. But he felt like there was something important. Something he should be remembering.
“Meeting?”
Starscream kissed him, his glossa plunging into Blurr's mouth and Blurr moaned. His thighs pushed further apart, heat winding in his pelvis as Starscream's fingers stroked him. Starscream's thumb pressed his valve nub, a light pressure that sent tingles through his sensor net. It was ridiculous how quickly Starscream could rev him up.
Blurr broke off the kiss, tilting his helm away to avoid the return of Starscream's lips. “What about a meeting? Is this something I need to go to?”
“Nope. Not important.” Starscream attacked his intake, nipping and sucking.
Blurr's fingers curled, scraping Starscream's armor. His valve clenched, lubricant seeping free. “I think it is.”
“You want to discuss business now?” Starscream demanded.
He finally hauled himself up properly, but only so he could fit his frame between Blurr's legs. His hands curled around Blurr's thighs, thumbs stroking his vents.
“I have a feeling I ought to.” Blurr braced himself against the wall above his helm as his lower half was hauled into Starscream's lap, the Seeker's online spike already nudging at the trim.
Starscream rubbed the head of his spike through Blurr's lubricant, teasing him. “That's not necessarily the same thing as wanting to.” His thumbs stroked distracting patterns on Blurr's thigh vents. “But I can stop.”
Blurr's pede kicked Starscream's aft, not nearly enough to dent but enough to make a point. “Don't you dare!” he snapped. His internal temperature was rising again, riding the wake of his surging pleasure. Only way to disperse that was to disperse the charge.
Which Starscream probably knew, frag it.
Starscream chuckled. “That's what I thought.” His spike head caught on the rim of Blurr's valve and eased inside, slowly parting Blurr's calipers.
Blurr moaned and bucked his hips, gripping the berth tighter. “Just frag me already!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Starscream snapped his hips forward, filling Blurr in a single thrust.
He tossed his helm back, spinal strut arching as pleasure lanced through his sensor net. His cooling fans licked on, vibrating the berth, as his valve cycled down on the thick spike.
Starscream didn't give him a chance to rest, setting up a fast, fierce rhythm that rattled the berth and sent clanging echoes throughout the room. Blurr sucked in a ventilation, giving himself over to the pleasure pinging through his system. Starscream's grip shifted to his hips, pulling him onto Starscream's spike with each thrust. The head of it struck at Blurr's ceiling node, a relentless bombardment of pleasure that flooded him with heat.
Overload struck him all at once, like a lightning bolt to his interface. Blurr shouted as he clamped down on Starscream's spike, his array throbbing. Starscream followed him over, spurts of transfluid coating the inside of Blurr's valve.
“That was... fast,” Starscream panted as he leaned over Blurr, his spike settling into a low throb in Blurr's valve.
“Ha, ha.” Blurr rolled his optics. “You didn't have much stamina yourself, oh lord of the skies.”
Starscream smirked, more amused than offended. Luckily. The Pit hath no fury like a Starscream offended.
He rolled his hips forward, rocking his still pressurized spike within Blurr's warmed valve. “Could go for round two.”
“Don't you have a meeting to go to?”
“They can wait,” Starscream purred and he tilted forward, hands planting to either side of Blurr's helm, his face within inches of Blurr's. This changed the angle of his spike in Blurr's valve, striking previously untouched sensors.
He shivered. “Well, maybe I have work to do.”
Starscream leaned closer, nipping at his lips. “Do you?”
“That's--” He broke off with a shudder as Starscream circled his hips, the base of his spike rubbing against Blurr's anterior nub. “That's not the point.”
“Isn't it?” Starscream ex-vented hotly, licking over Blurr's lips and teasing him relentlessly. His hips rocked again, rubbing quite nicely over Blurr's nub.
“Okay, fine! I don't have work to do!” He lifted his helm and stole Starscream's mouth for another kiss, arms wrapping around the Seeker's shoulders to keep him there.
He wanted another overload and he wanted it now, responsibilities be damned. Frag Starscream and his fragging irresistible self.
Blurr would have to worry about the rest later.
***
A/n: I didn't want to write plot this time, just more porn. So here it is. I hope you enjoyed. Another update to come soon.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/292320.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
Title: Morning After
Universe: Truth in Advertising, RiD AU, Chapter 13
Characters: Blurr/Starscream
Rating: M
Warnings: sticky sex
Description: Blurr and Starscream slept together. Literally.
For MysteryArtAnon's prompt of BlurrxStarscream, Lazerhawk's “Electric Groove”
Blurr onlined the next morning feeling overheated and heavy. He groaned in protest and tried to roll over. He flared all his vents, but something pinned him down. His optics onlined in a startled burst. What the frag?
“Stop squirming,” came a muffled order. The weight above him didn't so much as shift. Warm ex-vents puffed down on him, adding to the heat.
“Hot,” Blurr complained, shoving at the weight.
“You are an impossible bedmate,” his partner complained but mercifully, the weight shifted and Blurr was able to slip off to the side. Not that there was much room left on the berth.
Clarity gradually returned. Blurr slung an arm over his helm as his internal temperature cycled back into normal degrees. He slanted a glance to the side, unsurprised to find that Starscream had slipped back into recharge.
Starscream rarely stayed the entire cycle. In fact, Blurr was pretty sure he never had. For all that they'd fragged on all available surfaces, they'd never shared a berth in recharge. That implied things Blurr wasn't sure he was ready to examine. And damn, but Starscream still had a leg slung over his. Clingy Seeker, wasn't he?
Blurr poked him in the side. What was the expressing about sleeping Predacons? Oh, well. Blurr couldn't be trapped under an amorous Seeker all day.
“Oy,” he said, slim fingers getting into a seam and poking at Starscream's protoform. “Don't you have work to do?”
Quick as a flash, Blurr's hand was snatched up and slammed into the berth. His optics cycled wide in shock. Starscream was half-asleep! And clearly he'd lost none of his battle time reflexes.
Also. Ow. Blurr was not too ashamed to admit that Starscream was stronger than him.
“Starscream,” he hissed, tugging on his arm. “Let go. And wake up!”
The Seeker huffed a ventilation at him, pede hooking on Blurr's leg and trying to drag him closer. “Have you no sense of proper berth behavior?”
Blurr squinted at him. “If you're awake then act like it.”
Starscream's lips curled in a smirk. “You're in such a hurry to go. Did I exhaust you that much?”
“That question is a trap and I'm not going to answer it,” Blurr declared.
Starscream chuckled. He squeezed Blurr's hand and finally, his optics onlined, a dim glow of red full of self-satisfaction. He tried to drag Blurr close again with his leg, only partially succeeding.
“Shouldn't you be in a better mood given last night?” Starscream asked, tilting his frame enough to prop his helm on his other arm.
Blurr snorted. “Not when you're smothering me.”
“Testy, testy.” Starscream shuffled closer, an almost ungainly scoot across the berth but it succeeded in nudging his knee right between Blurr's legs, notching it up higher against his groin plating. “Come a little bit closer and I can fix that sour disposition.”
“Really?” Blurr arched an orbital ridge. “You want more?”
“Today is a new day.” Starscream's grip on Blurr's hand was just enough to wind him closer, within reach of Starscream's lips. “What better way to start the morning?”
Blurr groaned, but it wasn't all exasperation as Starscream's knee scraped a titillating vibration across his panel. “Are you always this friendly when you first online?”
“Are you always this grumpy?” Starscream nipped at his audial, glossa flicking over the sensitive component. He let go of Blurr's hand and dragged his palm down Blurr's chassis, fingers pulling up curls of shiver-inducing static. “Open up, Blurr. I have an intense need to be inside you right now.”
“Wow. And they say romance is dead.” Blurr rolled his optics but obliged.
He moaned as Starscream immediately sank two fingers into his valve, fingers curling up and in, mercilessly stoking the bundle of sensors just behind his anterior nub. Blurr's hips canted upward, helm tossing back with a cry of pleasure.
Starscream nibbled on his audial. “Got a meeting soon. Don't have time for romance.”
A meeting? Clarity fought against the rising fog of pleasure. Blurr gripped at Starscream's shoulders, hips working against Starscream's fingers. But he felt like there was something important. Something he should be remembering.
“Meeting?”
Starscream kissed him, his glossa plunging into Blurr's mouth and Blurr moaned. His thighs pushed further apart, heat winding in his pelvis as Starscream's fingers stroked him. Starscream's thumb pressed his valve nub, a light pressure that sent tingles through his sensor net. It was ridiculous how quickly Starscream could rev him up.
Blurr broke off the kiss, tilting his helm away to avoid the return of Starscream's lips. “What about a meeting? Is this something I need to go to?”
“Nope. Not important.” Starscream attacked his intake, nipping and sucking.
Blurr's fingers curled, scraping Starscream's armor. His valve clenched, lubricant seeping free. “I think it is.”
“You want to discuss business now?” Starscream demanded.
He finally hauled himself up properly, but only so he could fit his frame between Blurr's legs. His hands curled around Blurr's thighs, thumbs stroking his vents.
“I have a feeling I ought to.” Blurr braced himself against the wall above his helm as his lower half was hauled into Starscream's lap, the Seeker's online spike already nudging at the trim.
Starscream rubbed the head of his spike through Blurr's lubricant, teasing him. “That's not necessarily the same thing as wanting to.” His thumbs stroked distracting patterns on Blurr's thigh vents. “But I can stop.”
Blurr's pede kicked Starscream's aft, not nearly enough to dent but enough to make a point. “Don't you dare!” he snapped. His internal temperature was rising again, riding the wake of his surging pleasure. Only way to disperse that was to disperse the charge.
Which Starscream probably knew, frag it.
Starscream chuckled. “That's what I thought.” His spike head caught on the rim of Blurr's valve and eased inside, slowly parting Blurr's calipers.
Blurr moaned and bucked his hips, gripping the berth tighter. “Just frag me already!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Starscream snapped his hips forward, filling Blurr in a single thrust.
He tossed his helm back, spinal strut arching as pleasure lanced through his sensor net. His cooling fans licked on, vibrating the berth, as his valve cycled down on the thick spike.
Starscream didn't give him a chance to rest, setting up a fast, fierce rhythm that rattled the berth and sent clanging echoes throughout the room. Blurr sucked in a ventilation, giving himself over to the pleasure pinging through his system. Starscream's grip shifted to his hips, pulling him onto Starscream's spike with each thrust. The head of it struck at Blurr's ceiling node, a relentless bombardment of pleasure that flooded him with heat.
Overload struck him all at once, like a lightning bolt to his interface. Blurr shouted as he clamped down on Starscream's spike, his array throbbing. Starscream followed him over, spurts of transfluid coating the inside of Blurr's valve.
“That was... fast,” Starscream panted as he leaned over Blurr, his spike settling into a low throb in Blurr's valve.
“Ha, ha.” Blurr rolled his optics. “You didn't have much stamina yourself, oh lord of the skies.”
Starscream smirked, more amused than offended. Luckily. The Pit hath no fury like a Starscream offended.
He rolled his hips forward, rocking his still pressurized spike within Blurr's warmed valve. “Could go for round two.”
“Don't you have a meeting to go to?”
“They can wait,” Starscream purred and he tilted forward, hands planting to either side of Blurr's helm, his face within inches of Blurr's. This changed the angle of his spike in Blurr's valve, striking previously untouched sensors.
He shivered. “Well, maybe I have work to do.”
Starscream leaned closer, nipping at his lips. “Do you?”
“That's--” He broke off with a shudder as Starscream circled his hips, the base of his spike rubbing against Blurr's anterior nub. “That's not the point.”
“Isn't it?” Starscream ex-vented hotly, licking over Blurr's lips and teasing him relentlessly. His hips rocked again, rubbing quite nicely over Blurr's nub.
“Okay, fine! I don't have work to do!” He lifted his helm and stole Starscream's mouth for another kiss, arms wrapping around the Seeker's shoulders to keep him there.
He wanted another overload and he wanted it now, responsibilities be damned. Frag Starscream and his fragging irresistible self.
Blurr would have to worry about the rest later.
***
A/n: I didn't want to write plot this time, just more porn. So here it is. I hope you enjoyed. Another update to come soon.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/292320.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.