Fic: Arranged Seduction (Part 2/3)

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Title: Arranged Seduction (Part 2/3)
 Author: flarn_fanfic (Inferno) & flatlineglitter (Red Alert)
Verse: G1 (AU)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 10269
Pairings: Inferno/Red Alert
Other Characters: Mentions of Firestar, Sunstreaker & OCs.
Warnings: Sticky. Semi-con/Dub-con.
Disclaimer: Do not own Transformers, or any of the official characters, do not get paid for doing this except with reviews.
Summary: Inferno has been offered an arranged bonding with Red Alert, and now he must consummate it - in front of witnesses.
Notes: Based on this prompt from the tfanonkink Livejournal community:

This prompt was posted here and I haven't seen it done yet: http://community.livejournal.com/tfanonkink/491.html?thread=1893099#t1893099

“Red Alert's creators are afraid their creation is so introverted that he won't ever find a mate, so they offer to pay someone to take him, much like a dowry (because he's driving them nuts too). A match maker pairs him with Inferno, and he must go live with Inferno before an arranged spark bond.

-Inferno and the match maker (whoever this is) perform an inspection to make sure Red Alert is a virgin.
-Red Alert must go through special training on how to please his partner, so supervised first times of oral, massages, etc.
-Inferno actually adores Red Alert but has to pretend like Red Alert is some sort of purchase to go through the motions.
-Their first time and spark bond must be publicly witnessed.
-Humiliation on Red Alert's part.

Sticky.”

I'm adding a few suggestions of my own since this is a bit like a req I was going to post. As far as the first time and spark bond being publicly witnessed, not only that, but as far as sticky sex goes Inferno must deflower Red Alert *completely* in front of the witnesses, taking his mouth, valve, and aft as well as his spark before the union can be declared fully consummated.

Bonus points for Inferno being very caring and considerate and trying to keep Red distracted from the fact that they're being watched.

More bonus points for Inferno coaxing a reluctant Red to do the same to him so that they start the partnership on equal footing.

We didn't do the prompt exactly, as there are no preliminaries and we went straight to the smut, but some of the backstory is covered nonetheless.

I've decided not to do too many edits, apart from spelling and grammar, nd a few tweaks for better comprehension, because I wanted the words of both myself and my partner to be presented in as unadulterated a form as possible. Hopefully you will still find this enjoyable to read - I know we certainly enjoyed making it! Rrrowr!


Arranged Seduction (Part 2/3)

Red Alert's whole frame shuddered under the other’s ministrations, fingers curling in the plush covering the berth and one hand managing to reach one of the decorative pillows and grab onto it. He tried, he really did, to keep from wriggling his hips, but the pleasure eventually forced him to surge his hips forward slightly, into the others mouth. It wasn’t long after that, that the words started coming back like they had earlier, though he made much more sense this time around, softly encouraging the larger mech with a few half broken spaced out sentences.

Inferno savoured the sounds, and Red's desperate movements. He paused for a moment to guide the other mech's legs over his shoulders, and slide his hands under the dark aft, steadying the Lamborghini's hips and lifting them upwards, the better to plunder the tender circuitry with his mouth and glossa. Closing his lip components around the external sensor node he sucked lightly, while his finger gently stroked the seal to make it more pliable.

Red Alert couldn’t keep from squirming anymore, rocking into the sweet torture in a slow pattern, cycling air a bit faster. He released the bedding in favour of reaching to pet along Inferno’s helm again, lightly tugging. “…M-more..” he felt a little greedy for wanting more, but he was going delirious with the pleasure, and they weren’t even to the part where he was penetrated. If things got better than this… well then he could see why the few bots he talked to in the academy had always tried to egg him into interfacing and what not like they did.

Inferno looked up from his efforts, lubricant glimmering on the metal of his lips. "More, Red?" he asked. "What can I do for ya?" He punctuated each word with a slow lick from his glossa, grinning mischievously as he did so. "Tell me what ya want..."

A soft groan left the smaller mech, half in protest half in pleasure. “Stop teasing me… I need more..” Red Alert felt heat rising to his face just thinking about saying it flat out and bluntly. A shudder ran right down his spinal strut, making his legs twitch, pedes dragging along Inferno’s back plating. “…Please…” he pleaded softly, purposely lowering the volume he used so it would be literally impossible for anyone but Inferno to hear him in that moment.

Shuttering his optics for a moment, Inferno felt a wave of pleasure shoot through him at that needful plea, the meaning of which he hoped he guessed correctly. He slid his hands from beneath Red's aft and let down his legs so they were on either side of his hips, moving sensuously up the red and white frame, finally settling with his throbbing spike resting thick and heavy against Red's open panel. He leaned down, over the other's frame, lowering the volume of his vocalizer so he spoke at the same nearly inaudible level as Red. He pressed his lip components to Red's audio. "Ya want me inside ya?" he crooned.

Having it spoken made Red Alert shiver momentarily. He managed a short nod, enjoying the feeling of the other pressed so close. His hips lifted slightly, just to rub against the hot spike resting so close to his valve. It rubbed directly over a sensor node and pulled a soft mewl from him before he could stop it. A moment later when he cycled out a bit of hot air, he panted the others name, reaching to cling to him. “I’m…ready..”

A shudder of longing went through Inferno, and he stared down at Red, framing his face between his hands, torn between desire and concern. "Alright Red, I can do that. Do ya... do ya want me to do it fast or slow? Fast it'll hurt more, slow it'll hurt longer..."

“I…” Red Alert paused to think, weighing the pros and cons of both options. After a moment he came to what he felt was the reasonable answer, all things considered. “Whatever you think would be best…. I mean it only happens once and all..” He let his engine purr softly, trying to encourage Inferno further. He didn’t really mind either way, so long as it happened and it was done. It was just a seal, he didn’t see why they needed to keep going slow after all that teasing.

Inferno nodded and pulled back a little, taking a moment to arrange Red's legs, encouraging the smaller mech to spread them wider. Taking his spike in hand, he lined himself up with Red's seal, circling it for a few moments for a distraction, then quickly drove himself in to the hilt with a groan that was equal parts pleasure and guilt. Immediately he lowered his frame on top of Red's, sliding his arms underneath Red's shoulders and clutching him tight, nuzzling his neck and whispering nonsense words of comfort as he allowed the other mech to adjust.

Red Alert's intakes stalled, engine making some odd form of a rev in pain. He froze for a few long moments, fighting the urge to try and squirm away from the sharp sting. It faded into a rather uncomfortable burning sensation, and he could feel the way his valve spasmed trying to push the painful intrusion out. He tried his best to keep relaxed, listening on the words the other offered him, and silently thanked him for being still while he tried to get used to the feeling. The smaller mech reached to cling to Inferno for anchorage, waiting for his frame to calm enough to give the other the okay, but Primus it hurt.

The fire engine gritted his dentals unconsciously, feeling his spike surrounded by almost crushing tightness, and the spasming wasn't helping either, but he drew patience from deep reserves inside of him. "It's okay, Red," Inferno murmured, remembering the pain of his own breaking at Firestar's hands and how considerate she had been with him, an example he intended to follow as best he could. "I know it hurts, but that's it, the worst part is over. An' I won't move until ya tell me."

Red Alert cycled a bit of air through his vents, still stalling slightly, but over all pushing the hot air out and calming as he relaxed. The burn faded slowly, and part of his suspected that it was the extra lubricant his valve decided to try and excrete over the intrusion’s fault. Eventually he smoothed his hands out over the other’s plating, finding it calming even further. After a few long moments he eventually nuzzled closer, softly murmuring the okay against his plating.

Inferno lifted himself slightly to kiss Red soothingly, and began to move slowly and carefully, moving his spike only minutely out of consideration for the doubtless tender valve. He wasn't so much thrusting as grinding himself against Red, rubbing his hips seductively against the external sensors. "Ohhh Red," he moaned, breaking this kiss, "oh, ya feel so good..."

The stimulation to the outer nodes eventually dulled all of the pain, and Red Alert found himself grinding back after awhile. His hands flexed against the other’s plating, gripping and then letting go with the waves of pleasure as they slowly built back up. The charge had nearly disappeared when his seal had been broken, but it was coming back times two. He curled slightly against him, vents panting softly onto his plating as he nuzzled at the bigger mech’s windshield on his chassis.

When Red started moving in tandem, Inferno practically beamed with happiness, and he planted quick kiss on the other mech's helmet. "Ya like that?" he asked hopefully, continuing his lazy, measured pace, the occasional grunt or groan escaping him due to the sweet, erotic, torture of his spike. He realized it was just as well he needed to take his time, because if he let himself go now, he would lose control far more quickly than he preferred. "All I want is to make ya feel good."

Red Alert managed a faint nod, engine starting to purr in pleasure as the charge built. He shifted just a little bit, his hips pressing down slightly towards the berth and jolted when it caused Inferno’s spike to brush up against a ceiling node, and on the second pass he whimpered out the others name, fingers tightening around his shoulders. Oh that was amazing, and left him tingling when Inferno pulled back enough to come off of the sensor, before blossoming into a wave of pleasure when it was struck again.

With all his sensors trained completely on his red and white partner, Inferno did not miss the small shift in the other mech's hips, nor the delightful whimper that resulted. He definitely wanted more of that! Reaching over the berth, he grabbed one of the larger decorative cushions, and paused for a moment, lifting Red's hips and sliding the cushion beneath, so that Red's hips were canted upwards to receive his spike at a better angle. He resumed his movements, still not thrusting, but pushing a bit more firmly, using his weight and size to push Red's hips downwards at the angle he seemed to have been enjoying.

The Lamborghini peered down when the pillow was placed under him, about to ask what for before the movement cut off his words and instead pulled a low moan from him. His helm tipped back, optics shuttering in pleasure. It felt wonderful, but at the same time not entirely enough. He was in no mind to complain just yet, rather enjoying the slow burn of the pleasure and the feeling of the other moving in him slightly. His hands slipped down, pressing to Inferno’s chassis, sliding over his windshield slowly.

Inferno's plating grew hotter and hotter, the air venting from his overworked fans correspondingly so, but he continued his slow, firm pace, barely sliding within the slippery tightness of Red's valve. It was the most maddening, most wonderful torment he had every felt. "How are ya doin', Red?" he tried to ask, but the words came out as a needful groan.

As the charge hit a point where it stopped building, but stayed a constant level, Red Alert got a bit impatient again. His arms moved to curl around the other’s back as best they could, fingers gripping at plating for leverage as he shifted to lift his hips, trying to encourage him to move more. He would have asked, if he knew how to. For the words he lacked, his body seemed to know exactly how to ask for him, rubbing up against the other mech a bit more firmly, his vocalizer letting out a soft pleading noise that was nearly drowned out under the sound of their fans going.

"Aagh!" was Inferno's response to the sound coming from Red, a sound so arousing that it seemed to wrap itself around his spike and squeeze, to reach inside of him and pull his most primal subroutines into stark prominence. Reflexively his hips jerked against Red's, rougher than before, though still not terribly hard, but enough that his spike slid partway out, then back in again, before he regained control of himself.

A loud keen left Red Alert when his body got a taste of what it really wanted, tapering into a soft whimper when it didn’t continue immediately afterwards. His fingers curled against his plating, “Primus Inferno I’m not going to break…” the irritability from earlier came back, amplified by the fact that he was so worked up and not fully receiving what would push him over the edge again. He tried to squirm and get the other to thrust into him again, even half way if he wouldn’t do it properly. Not that he knew what proper was, all things considered, but his frame told him plain as day that this was not going to be sufficient.

Inferno could be remarkably thick when he was trying to be a gentlemech, especially with a processor fogged by the heat of arousal, but Red's keen, and his exclamation broke through the haze, and he looked down at his partner in slight surprise. "Gettin' frustrated, Red? Well, we can't have that, now can we?" The larger red mech pulled himself up a little, bracing himself on his powerful arms, and withdrew his spike almost completely beginning to move it in and out and quickening his pace, increasing the friction within Red's intimate circuitry. He groaned loudly, every thrust sending his temperature spiralling higher and higher.

Feeling the other pull out nearly all the way left Red Alert empty for a moment, but before he could even process complaining he was filled again. Instead a wordless cry of pleasure left him, every node the other struck on his reentry sending a strong wave of pleasure right up to his spark, making it pulse strongly. He brought one hand to press to the centre of his chest, feeling the heat, almost making his chassis searing in the spot he touched.

"Primus, Red..." Inferno gasped, utterly entranced by the look of ecstasy on Red's face plates, watching the smaller mech intently and recording the moment with the highest priority tag he could give it. "Ya'are so beautiful, so wonderful..." He increased his pace a little more, unable to help himself, absolutely intoxicated by the feelings going through his frame, and the wonderful privilege he was being granted: to introduce this marvellous, wonderful, adorable mech to the pleasure he so rightly deserved.

The increase in speed made Red Alert's intakes hitch a bit, a low keen leaving him in approval. His helm tipped back again, arms falling up above his frame too weak from pleasure to hold onto the other anymore. His fingers curled and uncurled with small twinges of pleasure, his valve constricting down around the others spike every few thrusts. He noticed as the pleasure built, the constrictions came more and more frequently, and his vocalizer dropped into a line of static-laced mewls.

Inferno groaned loudly at each twinge of Red's valve around his spike, the exquisite tightness becoming almost painful with each new clench, and his engine revved with excitement as he realized what was coming. "Oh Red, ya're doin' so good... ya feel so good..." His own overload was rapidly approaching, the tension causing his frame to creak and shake, his arms to weaken, though he managed to keep himself in position and moving at the same pace through sheer force of will. "I want ya, Red... want ya so bad..."

The energy almost started to crackle over any of the exposed wiring, Red Alert's vents puffing out a bit of air in fast recession, something a kin to panting. “I… Inferno…. I.. think it’s close~” it took a lot of effort to force words from his vocalizer, especially when all that really wanted out was moans. His body surged up against Inferno’s eager to push himself over the edge of whatever was coming. The feeling was stronger this way, compared to the one before hand. Somewhere in the back of his processor he recalled that, it probably meant he had more sensors in his valve than his spike, which by default would mean being spiked would be tons more pleasurable than doing the spiking. It all still felt amazing though.

Emboldened by Red's feedback, Inferno risked making his as firm as he dared, taking up something akin to the rougher, dominating rhythm he himself liked when he was being penetrated and getting close. The beginnings of a powerful surge was already burning through his circuitry, barely held back, and there was a knot of desperate need burgeoning behind his spike that made him feel like his interface equipment was about to spontaneously combust. "Ahhh, Red...! That's good... that's real good... that's it... do it..." he moaned. "...come for me..."

A few more surges up against the bigger frame and Red Alert felt a white hot fire surge right through his entire frame. He arched up into the other bot, arms curling around, pawing at his plating for something worthy enough to grab onto that his hold would slip while the energy coursed through him. His valve clenched down hard around the spike, spasming tight and refusing to let go. He let out a choked version of the other’s name, before the static took over and then his vocalizer cut off all together.

Inferno's optics went white for a moment, the garbled sound of his name from his new lover's vocalizer, coupled with the hard clenching of the valve surrounding him, finally sending him over the edge. He groaned and drove himself against the other mech, hips jerking sharply with each spurt of what felt to him like white hot fluid through his long-suffering spike. Once, twice, three times. "Red! Ohhhh, Red.... Unnnnngh!" he wailed, almost beside himself with the blinding impact of his climax.

Red Alert jolted at the sensation of the hot fluid filling him, coating the walls of his valve. If they had gone any faster it probably would have stung a little, but given he wasn’t sore (well he didn’t feel it yet but he probably would later), it felt rather nice. His frame gave a few small twitches in aftershocks before he sagged down onto the berth, fans working to dispel the hot air out of his frame. Primus… they still had more to go too...

Inferno managed to hold himself upright without collapsing on Red, but he was shaking badly from the strength of his overload, and realized he would need to lie down for a while. He leaned down and pressed a proud and affectionate kiss to Red's forehead, and then carefully withdrew his waning spike from Red's valve, moving to lie down beside the red and white mech and gather him into a tender embrace, unconsciously taking the spot between him and the window.

A content purr escaped Red Alert, and he found himself cuddling up to the larger mech. His body was sated, engine purring like a cyber cat. His hands idly smoothed over Inferno’s chassis, enjoying the feel of the glass under his hands. He allowed himself to fall into a resting state, though nowhere near recharge. He was just content and he felt safe at the moment. As far as he was concerned the rest of the world had melted away for the moment.

Inferno sighed deeply, nuzzling Red's helmet, enjoying the pleasant aftershocks that still happened once in a while, as well as the gentle petting from his new lover. He could see how relaxed the other mech was, and it amazed and humbled him that he had been able to have this affect on someone who had been so tense and wary not so long ago. "Can I get ya anythin', Red?" he asked solicitously. "Would ya like the rest of yer energon?"

“Mmm?” Red Alert tilted his helm a bit glancing up through half open optics. His processor ran slow in the post haze, but eventually it sunk in. “Oh… I suppose it would be good before we do anything more.” Smaller frame, smaller tanks. Of course he would need a little bit of energy for more activities since they still had a bit more to go, and he was sure that the bonding itself was going to entirely wipe out his energy until recharge.

"I'll be right back." Unsteadily, Inferno staggered to his feet, tottering towards the table where they'd left their energon, bringing back both cubes, plus the decanter and setting them on the bedside table where they would be within easy reach. He added more energon to both cubes and then passed one to Red before taking a huge gulp of his own, optics flaring for a moment at the strength of the brew, though with his energy levels somewhat depleted from overload it wasn't going to affect him as much as it would have if his tanks had been full. "Whooee!" he chuckled. "That's good stuff!" He felt a little more relaxed and able to enjoy the expensive beverage now that they had made it partway through their ordeal, which had so far, thank Primus, been more successful than he had dared to hope.

Red Alert accepted the cube silently, sipping at it a bit before braving a bigger gulp. As it hit his systems he felt a bit of his energy come back, and a rather nice relaxed feeling wash over him. He took a few more generous drinks, before leaning to settle back into the cushions on the berth. The high grade settled well in his tanks, nice and smooth compared to anything standard. Not that he would ever complain. Energon was energon, and having high grade once in awhile was more of a treat than having it every time you refuelled. “Mmmhm…”

Inferno's tremors subsided gradually, as his systems wound down from their high. He finished his cube and poured himself a little more, not feeling more than the faint beginnings of a slight overcharge. "Ya know, Red," he remarked congenially, wrapping his free arm around the smaller mech's shoulders, "I think that had to have been the best darn overload I ever had." He would have said more, would have said how honoured he was to be Red's first, but he didn't want to draw the other mech's attention back to their unusual circumstances.

Red Alert settled into the others warmth, slowly working on the rest of the cube. The high grade was enhancing the calmness he felt with this mech now, not to mention the little connection they would always share. Whether or not things worked out, he would still be the mech that broke his seals, and, if they managed to finish the last thing on the ‘to do’ list, his bondmate. Red Alert stared down into his cube for a long moment. “Well, forgive me for lack of compliments, I have nothing to compare it to. I guess that makes you the top provider?”

The firetruck chuckled good-naturedly, and rubbed Red's shoulders with his free hand. "Well, I hope that won't be the best overload ya ever had, 'cause otherwise I might as well just give up, an' I don't think I wanna give up on ya." Or give ya up. The last part was a silent, but fervent thought that crossed his processor, making him frown fleetingly before he leaned down and pressed a loud, smacking, playful kiss to the red helmet.

The kiss caught Red Alert by surprise, making him lean slightly away from it at first before he realized what had happened and relaxed again. “I take it that means you plan to make them better?” he tipped his helm back to look up at him, innocently drinking down the last of the high grade in his cube before settling it in his lap. He could feel the effects of an over charge making his processor a bit fuzzy, and his frame warm again.

"I'm sure gonna try!" Inferno vowed with a cheeky grin, then motioned to Red's empty cube. "Ya want more?" he asked. "Or do ya want more?" He drew out the last syllable sensuously, infusing it with a wealth of promised delight, and erotic mischief of the most pleasurable sort.

Red Alert paused for a moment, though part of him told him he shouldn’t have to. The high grade would be there again when they were done. After he drummed his fingers on the cube he offered it to the bigger mech. “Well, we can have more later.” There was a note of finality in his voice, his mind made up on the matter. Besides, his body was still eager and willing, and until he was ready for recharge he was sure It was going to keep asking for more.

Inferno smiled and accepted Red's cube and placed it on the nightstand, together with his own, and turned back to Red, slipping a finger under his chin and tilting it upwards as he leaned down for a slow, teasing kiss, his glossa pushing its way gently into Red's mouth to seek out and caress the sensors within.

The Lamborghini responded all before thinking about it, leaning up to meet him in the kiss, engine purring happily at the sweet taste of the high grade mixed with everything else from earlier and Inferno’s own natural taste. His hands came up, pressing to the centre of his chest, rubbing at the nearly invisible seam with his fingers. He tried to return the kiss, copying what he felt, but he found his timing could use work.

Inferno's engine stuttered as Red's fingers touched his chest, the sudden thrill of pleasure reminding him of the final step on their sensual journey, one which he feared, and, increasingly, craved. He hummed encouragingly and let his glossa stroke Red's invitingly while moving inexorably backwards, coaxing the other to explore his mouth in turn.

Red Alert responded to the coaxing, leaning up further into the larger mech, following him and more intent on copying the motions. He was still a bit shy, not sure on what exactly to do and when, much less how. But he tried a few things, pulling back slightly to gently nip the other’s lower lip before pressing right back into the kiss full force.

"Mmmm..." was Inferno's appraisal of Red's efforts, and he spent some time basking in their embrace before parting their lips in order to lean further against Red, nuzzling against his neck and nipping lightly at what cables he could find. His hand, meanwhile, trailed down over the Red and white frame, cupping itself possessively over the entirety of the smaller mech's open panel, massaging gently. "You're doin' so good, Red," he whispered affectionately, his voice rough with a mixture of awe and pride.

Red Alert's hips lifted into the hand on their own, enjoying the light stimulation the petting offered. His intakes sped up faintly, warmth spreading from where Inferno’s hands touched him. He reached up to feel along the other’s plating, tracing his detailing and slowly making his way down as far as he could reach. None of this was as bad as he thought, minus the few details he was forcefully leaving out of the front of his processor.

The large firetruck paused, optics shuttering for a moment as he held himself still, enjoying the other's tentative caresses, now and then releasing puffs of warming air through his vents. "Why don't ya lie back?" he suggested after a moment, and pulled away just long enough to open a bedside drawer, withdrawing what looked like a small tube, setting it closer so it would be within easy reach.

Red Alert stared at him for a few moments, mulling it over in his processor. Eventually he moved to lay back again, shifting to settle himself on the cushions and get comfortable. Once he was settled he glanced back up at him, reaching one hand towards him, ignoring the tube, currently uninterested in it. “Alright…?”

Inferno smiled encouragingly, and slid down on the bed, giving a quick flick of his glossa over Red's spike before moving it aside to inspect the newly revealed valve, a guilty twinge passing over his faceplate as he took in the aftermath, despite knowing he had been as careful as possible and that Red had finished by enjoying his attentions. Lowering his head, he set about soothing the area with his glossa, carefully and unselfconsciously lapping away the energon tinged fluids from both Red and himself.

Red Alert jolted a bit at first, frame shifting into the sweet attentions. He peered down, almost questioningly before it half dawned on him that his valve was probably a little worse for wear after being used for the first time. Still, the glossa on such a sensitive spot felt nice, and rather soothing to the slight ache that was forming just from having his seal torn. He relaxed back down to just enjoy the soothing feeling. “…what do we do after we’re all done…?”

The larger red mech paused, looking up at Red Alert over the landscape of the red and white frame between them. He looked a little stunned by the question, because, truthfully, he had been so preoccupied with getting through today's intimidating proceedings that he hadn't dared think beyond them. "Well," he said simply, resting his hands on the white thighs, "I kinda thought I might take ya home so we can spend the rest of our lives together."

Red Alert's optics flared slightly in surprise, and then heat rose to his face plates. “Oh… home.” His spark warmed a bit at the thought, fluttering inside of the casing. He reached to rub at the centre of his chest at the feeling. “That…. Sounds nice, honestly.” He gave into the urge to allow a small smile to tug at his mouth.

"An' once we're there, ya can do whatever ya want," Inferno said, with an answering smile of his own, rubbing Red's thighs gently, then dipping his head to continue licking for a few moments before speaking again. "I know ya didn't get out much, before, an' I'm not gonna make ya." The fact that Red's creators were doing exactly that with this situation still disgusted him more than he could put into words. "I make enough credits to take care of ya, even without the dowry." He bent his head and licked again. "But maybe ya will find a job ya like, or maybe ya might want to go back to study some more. Whatever ya want, Red, if I can give it to ya, I will."

After the first few licks Red Alert found it hard to think for a short moment, the heat flaring back up into arousal. A soft groan left him by the next one. “A-ah…. To be honest if you keep that up I won’t care about leaving the house…” he was shocked by his own words, but he couldn’t stop them before they left him. “You could keep me on the berth for all I care…” he panted lightly, heating up and diverting his gaze.

"Right about now that sounds like a mighty good idea ta me," Inferno chuckled and moved himself to settle between Red's thighs again, bending his head to his task once more, mouth continuing to work industriously. He stopped to pull one red and white leg over his shoulder to gain better access, then paused in his licking and began to gently wriggle his glossa into the tight opening, while one of his fingers slipped down, below the valve, to gently circle an access panel that was still closed to him.

A groan left the Lamborghini, spinal strut arching slightly as the still slightly sensitive nodes were stimulated from the licks and his entry. He squirmed on the cushions, jolting at the touch to the last panel, still firmly closed. He had never considered that port to have anything to do with interfacing, but the panel was sensitive to touch. He peeked down again, though shuddering at the sight of the other between his legs. “There… too?”

Inferno lifted his head, frowning with concern as he thought he detected a note of fear returning to the other's voice. "Yeah, Red," he said, a bit uncomfortably, hating how the archaic protocols meant there was no choice about introducing this activity, which even many much more experienced mechs preferred never to indulge in, to an untried virgin. It had taken him a long time before he'd decided to try it with Firestar, and the first time she had spiked him there his arousal had been mixed with more terror than he'd ever be willing to admit. "I'll be real careful, I promise."

Red Alert held back a small tremor, but eventually just figured it would be best to go ahead and retract the panel now, before he lost the will. He slid the panel back, moving to cover his face with one hand in a moment of shyness and embarrassment. Well, once it was over they could bond and then rest and his creators would never bother him again. Hopefully. "Alright...."

Inferno's spark clenched with guilt as he saw the other mech hide his face, but then he remembered the list of candidates that Red's creators had mentioned they were going to offer Red to should Inferno turn down their offer. Some of them he had known by reputation as decent mechs, but others had made his tanks churn with revulsion - just the idea of one of them touching this sensitive, innocent mech as he was about to filled him with such fury. From the moment he first saw Red he had known that there was only one person he could trust to try to make something good come of this awful situation. Himself.

"It'll be okay, Red," he said, and despite his apprehension, everything had gone well so far, so maybe this would somehow work out as well. "In a way it's gonna be easier than your valve," he offered encouragingly, "since ya don't have a seal."

Red Alert didn’t respond immediately at first, instead focusing on calming his intakes which had picked up a bit. The only reason he was reacting so strongly was the lack of anything he had found on anyone using that port for anything sexual. At least since the olden times when it was preferable for pairs not seeking to end up sparked. All things considered, he doubted he would be able to conceive very easily, but at the same time he wasn’t sure since well.. he didn’t know if his reproductive subroutines were even on or not. “…If you say so.”

Realizing that actions, more than words, seemed to be the way for winning over his increasingly less reluctant intended, Inferno patted Red's thigh, and went back to licking at his valve, now and then offering similar treatment to his spike. After he had spent some time just doing that, he cautiously let his finger slip down again, brushing very lightly over the new, smaller port that had just been revealed. "Just tell me if ya need me ta stop for a bit, Red."

“A-alright…” the smaller mech cycled a bit of air after a moment, offering Inferno a nod to allow him to proceed. “I think I can manage…. S-shouldn’t be any worse than my valve right?” he fidgeted slightly, but forced himself to lay back and relax. “I think I’ll be okay… I trust you…”

Inferno nodded, and went back to paying attention to Red's upper panel, but as he alternated between gently plundering Red's valve with his glossa, and drawing his spike into his mouth for prolonged and lavish suction, he kept his finger where it was, slowly circling, allowing the other mech to become accustomed to being touched in that forbidden area.

Red Alert squirmed slightly at first, before focusing on the attention to his valve. Slowly his engine started to purr again, interface panel heating under the stimulation as his arousal flooded back. “Inferno~” the name slipped out before he could stop it, much less think about it.

Inferno paused in his ministrations, staring at Red Alert through sensuously half-shuttered optics. "I like the sound of that, Red," he drawled softly. "I sure do..." He rose up a little on the berth, grabbing for the largest and firmest of the cushions, slipping it beneath Red's hips, which had the effect of lifting not only his interface array, but the area beneath, into a more accessible position. "This might feel a bit strange to ya for a bit," he warned, gently nudging Red's legs a little further apart, he laved the red and white mech's spike and valve a few more times to reassure him, and then moved his glossa further south, tracing it around the smaller port in Red's aft.

Cybertronians, as a rule, didn't produce the copious amounts of messy waste that organic beings often did, so the taboo associated with the area did not have as much of the hygienic concern as it might for other beings, but it was still not generally the first place where most would like to put their mouths. On the other hand Inferno knew first hand that this was a great way to relax an apprehensive partner, and personally thought it felt slagging amazing once one got past the weirdness, so he wasn't about to deny Red the opportunity to experience this as well.

A soft gasp left the Lamborghini, optics shuttering at the odd sensation of having someone touch there. It was odd, but at the same time it was rather pleasant. Different, but not bad. He fidgeted on the cushion, vents heaving out a gush of hot air before his frame relaxed and he allowed Inferno to touch him as he pleased without wriggling too much.

Inferno chuckled at the fidgeting, which was something he had done himself when he had been in this situation. He let his glossa swirl around the tiny hole, flicking the sensor laden rim while meanwhile his fingers worked higher up between Red's legs, lightly caressing the external sensors of his valve and then letting one gently penetrate him, cautious of any discomfort due to his recently broken seal.

Red Alert cried out softly at having a finger breach him, though it was rather mixed. There was pleasure, and at the same time there was a small sting from his seal being gone now. The sensors still flared with a wave of heat, and his hips surged towards the touch anyway. Discomfort or not, there was enough pleasure to still be rather pleasing. His fans kicked back on, humming softly.

"Is yer valve too sore, Red?" Inferno paused to ask solicitously, alert to any potential discomfort from his partner. "Do ya want me ta leave off?"

“No. I can handle it.” Red Alert shook his helm slowly, peering down to him, though he settled back against the cushions again a moment later. “It’s not that bad, with just your fingers..”

Inferno nodded. "Yeah, ya prob'ly won't be able to take my spike again for a while. That's fine, though, there's plenty of other things for us ta do." He wiggled his optic ridges suggestively and grinned before resuming what he was doing, finger gently sliding in and out of Red's valve, glossa now lightly flickering to insert itself into Red's aft port, just the tiniest amount.

Red Alert shuddered, helm tipping back slightly. He was sore, but he could still feel a lot of pleasure from the finger in his valve, combined with the new sensation of a glossa on his other port. Without prior consent his legs parted a bit further, fingers curling hard into the cushions underneath him. “That’s… too bad though. It was enjoyable.”

"Don't worry, we'll do it again when yer ready," said Inferno, rising to sit back on his knees. He grinned suggestively. "I'll be countin' the orbital cycles." He reached over to the bedside table and picked up the remnants of his high grade, taking a swig and swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing. It hadn't really been necessary, because Red had been clean, but it was probably better to have been seen to rinse his mouth before plying the other mech with kisses again. He picked up the forgotten tube that lay beside them. "I'm gonna try puttin' a finger in ya now, okay Red?"

Watching the other take a drink after that didn’t offend Red Alert like he thought it would. It actually calmed him a bit, and also made him anticipate the rest of the evening. He took a moment to calm himself entirely again before nodding. “Okay.” He gripped onto the one cushion tighter, for a bit of moral support if nothing else.

Inferno squeezed what doubtless appeared to be an excessive amount of the lubricant onto his finger. "It's a bit cold," he warned apologetically, before slathering it around the outside of Red's aft port. He added another generous amount to coat his finger and then settled back between Red's legs, he circled the opening once and then pushed just the tip of his finger into Red's aft, watching his face carefully for signs of discomfort.

The chill made Red Alert jump a bit, squeaking softly. He relaxed a minute later peering down to watch for a moment out of curiosity. “It is cold…” he squirmed slightly, biting down on his lower lip and watching. The first finger breaching him made him pull in air sharply, tensing at the odd sensation.

"It'll warm up soon," Inferno assured him. When Red didn't seem to be upset, he cautiously pushed his finger the rest of the way in, stopping at each knuckle just to be sure. He moved his finger in and out a few times, and then swirled it within the port at a slow pace, encouraging the tight muscle cables of the port to relax, bit by bit.

“Ah-h~ I hope so…” the coldness was in a rather harsh contrast to his heated frame, making his squirm again. There wasn’t much discomfort, only a strong sense of weird and odd. He managed to relax his frame enough under the gentle prodding from the finger. “This… is odd..”

Inferno nodded in a commiserating fashion. "Yeah, I thought so myself at first. But ya know, think about it this way... Yer valve is just up here," he moved his finger within Red's aft, curving upwards gently. "All them sensors at the bottom." He found a telltale lump that indicated one of them, and pressed upwards a little more firmly, to illustrate his point.

His back arched, a low keen emitting from his vocalizer at the stimulation. Oh, well that made sense. And that was divine. His hips pushed back on Inferno’s hand, frame shuddering with the feeling. “Oh~~ I-I s..see.”

The firetruck looked extremely pleased with himself, if a little discomfited as Red's erotic cry caused his half-masted spike to surge upwards almost painfully fast. "An' there's more where that came from," he promised, "I jus' need ta get ya relaxed a bit more."

The red and white mech's processor barely caught the words, but he found himself nodding anyway. “Anything….” He pushed back against Inferno’s hand a bit more, fingers pulling at the cushion, possibly close to ripping through the fabric. “More~”

Inferno's grin was threatening to crack his face plates as he withdrew his finger, then repeated the whole lubrication process with a second digit, before sliding the pair in. This time scissoring them slowly, making sure to take time in between his preparation to stroke all the nodes he could reach. "Don' worry, darlin'," he murmured, "I'll take care of ya..."

The addition of the second finger made Red Alert pause a bit, a moment of discomfort hitting him before it faded the moment another sensor was touched. A soft keen left him again, hips squirming, the tight wires relaxing around the intrusion. After relaxing it felt even nicer, and he could feel Inferno’s fingers a bit more against the sensitive nodes.

Withdrawing his fingers again, Inferno peered at his handiwork critically. "I think I'm gonna have ya turn over, Red. It'll be easier for ya if ya can be on yer front, when you're lyin' down like ya are everythin' tightens up, but ya can relax more the other way. I don't wanna hurt ya..."

Red Alert peered up at Inferno, optics glazed. He remained as he was for a few long moments before managing to sit up and tilt to the side to move onto his hands and knees. This position left him feeling rather exposed, and for a moment he was worried he was entirely exposed towards the audience behind the glass. But then he relaxed once he realized Inferno was more than enough to block the view.

Inferno, meanwhile, admired the view and unknowingly had the same thought as Red Alert, grateful that his bulk would block a sight he would have preferred to reserve only for himself. At least it wouldn't be long now until he could do so. He began gathering more cushions and placing them under Red so he could relax even more. "Here, try puttin' more of your weight on these so ya won't have to hold yerself up as much."

He willingly rested down on the pillows, lowering his upper frame a bit and getting as comfortable as the position would allow. Exposing himself fully to the other mech, and minus a small bit of paranoia, he felt his arousal suddenly spike higher, his fans kicking on higher gear. “Thank you..”

The tube of lubricant was taken up again, and this time three fingers were coated, and inserted even more carefully, with the same ritual of swirling and gentle scissoring, and the stroking of what sensors could be reached. A hint of worry diminished Inferno's arousal as he looked between his rampant spike and Red's smaller aft. It was one thing to put a spike in a valve, since they had a lot of stretch, but their frame size discrepancies made the prospect of this type of congress a little disconcerting.

Red Alert's intakes hitched slightly, though more from surprise at the mild pleasure the stretch brought. The new position made everything easier, and after a few times of the scissoring, he pressed back into his hand. It may not have been as amazing as accepting something in his valve, but it was close. His fingers curled slightly in the cushions under him, and he turned his helm to peer back at the larger mech, confused by the look on his face. “What?”

"Nothin'," Inferno assured the smaller mech, not wanting to betray his concern. He knew this was possible, his research had shown him that it was, he just had to be careful, and he had every intention of doing so. "Jus' thinkin'." He thought for a moment more, still gently working his fingers within Red, then withdrew them. "How do ya feel?" he asked. "Do ya think ya're ready to try?"

Red Alert almost whimpered at the loss of the fingers, shifting on his knees a bit inadvertently swaying his hips. “Oh.” His grip readjusted on the cushion and he glanced away before back at him. “I suppose so. It can’t be that bad…”

"It'll feel real funny at first, like ya have ta go," Inferno said knowledgeably, squeezing a huge dollop of the lubricant onto his finger and smearing it around Red's entrance again before taking still more and coating his spike, hissing at the coolness. "But that feelin'll go away once ya get used to it. When ya feel me pushin' in, I need ya to squeeze real hard like you're tryin' to push somethin' out. Everythin' works backwards down there, so that'll let me get in easier." He lined himself up with Red's aft, blunt tip just touching the opening. "I'll go real slow, but tell me if ya need me to stop. Ready?"

The Lamborghini couldn’t help the odd look at the backwards comment, but just nodded a bit anyway. “I’m sure I’m as ready as I could be right now…” under the cushions though, his fingers curled into the plushness, gripping tight and betraying the otherwise calm demeanour he was giving the other.

"Okay Red," Inferno stroked the other's back and hip soothingly with one hand while guiding himself with the other and beginning to push very lightly. "Okay, darlin', squeeze for me."

The odd sensation of something much bigger than the fingers made Red Alert obey the other’s words all too easily. He felt the cables clench down in the motion to keep the intrusion out, even though it did just the opposite. He couldn’t help the loud gasp at the foreign feeling, stilling instead of squirming because of the rather tight feeling he got from the stretch.

"Oh Primus!" Inferno gasped loudly in turn, a shudder running through him. He had thought Red's virgin valve impossibly tight, but it was nothing compared to this. He resisted the impulse to push forward quickly and bury himself within, instead continuing to apply firm pressure until the flared tip of his spike almost seemed to pop past the ring of muscle cables, at which point he stilled completely, moving no further for the moment. He ran his hands over Red's back, stroking his spoiler soothingly while he waited for the other mech to adjust.

Red Alert's entire frame tensed for a long moment, intakes stuttering over a bit of air at the almost sting of the stretch. He clawed a bit at the cushion to distract himself, and finally relaxing after a moment. He let out a heavy rush of air from his vents, back arching into the gentle touch. He didn’t dare push back against the other this time though, fairly sure it would be too uncomfortable.

Inferno watched the tension of the initial penetration wash over the mech beneath him, and felt his own aft clench in sympathy as he remembered his own experiences, and continued stroking the spoiler affectionately. "You're doin' good, Red," he said, after a moment pushing forward a tiny bit more. "That's it, just relax... nice an' slow..."

Slowly the tension eased out of his frame and Red Alert relaxed enough to welcome the other into his frame more easily, though occasionally letting out a sharp venting of air at the odd angle of having the sensor nodes stimulated. It was a little bit different from the inside of his valve, but he could still clearly feel when one was bumped, or slid right up against. "H-hah.... trying to..."

"It's gonna be alright... Ohhhh, ya feel so good!" Inferno whispered, more than a little guiltily, but as he saw Red beginning to relax, the firetruck began the slow pull-push, one step forward, two steps back process of sliding all the way in, stopping at regular intervals, almost as much for himself as for Red. The tightness was almost unbearable!

The smaller mech managed a soft mewl into the cushion, minutely shifting to relieve a bit of tension in a line in his leg but settling quickly. The oddity of it all still got to him, even with the little flares of pleasure from the other moving slowly, slightly, anyway. It didn’t matter how Inferno moved, it was nice either way, and his engine gave an approving rev.

Finally, Inferno found himself seated all the way within the smaller red and white form, and he vented loudly, lowering himself to plant kisses over as much of Red's back and neck as he could reach and praised him warmly and affectionately. "There, ya did it... that's it.... that's the hardest part..." Hard indeed. His spike was burning and aching, and now that he had managed to get this far without mishap it seemed like all his desire, repressed with worry and concern, now surged to the forefront of his processor, and his engine wound up to a huge, purring rumble against Red's dorsal plating, betraying his excitement.

A low groan left Red Alert as he felt the vibrations from the other’s engine against his plating. He shifted his helm turning to bite down on the cushion for a fraction of a second before venting hot air and calming enough to allow the urge to squirm under the bigger frame pass. A shudder passed through his frame, the inside cabling flexing around the intrusion almost curiously.

Inferno's spark swelled, throbbing to a level that made his spike seem nothing but a distant, abstract thing, it surged with affection and protectiveness, and he curved himself even more tightly over the red and white frame, as if to shelter the mech beneath him from anything that would harm him, even himself if necessary. The intensity of feeling shocked him, and he was struck with a sudden urge to bare his spark right then, to offer himself... but that would come soon enough. "A- are ya ready for me to move?" he finally asked, in a rough, needy voice.

Red Alert managed to force a nod, also releasing his death grip on the cushions, if only a little. His fingers were sore from how tight he held onto it, but he ignored it in favour of giving a little push back against the other’s hips. His body clenched down around him as it slid just faintly deeper, forcing him more into the sensor nodes he already rested directly up against, pulling a whimper from the smaller mech.

Slowly, so slowly, Inferno pulled himself out, then slid back in, with a pace that made the initial claiming of Red's valve look rough. Heat and tightness and glorious friction made him clench his dentals and let out a shuddering moan, at this rate he wouldn't last long, and he didn't know if the slow pace was a help or a hindrance. "Oh Red..."

Red Alert's back arched again, mouth falling open at the wave of pleasure that was like a slow burn from the pace. No sound came from him for a long moment before his vocalizer basically rebooted in order for him to keen his approval at the feeling. Still strange, but it was quickly morphing into something just as pleasurable as using his valve. He wouldn’t say he could get used to it, even though after awhile he could, but it wasn’t something he would never do again, that much he could tell.

Inferno remained bent shelteringly over Red, his size for the most part concealing the smaller mech - those watching would be treated to a view of his rather broad black aft, red thighs, and a bit of Red's legs, resting on the outside of his own, but little else. He kept up his exquisitely slow movements, now and then pressing kisses to Red's helmet or nuzzling his neck, his hands, braced on either side of the smaller mech, slowly clenching until they were knotted almost as tightly as those of his partner. His engine continued to rumble approvingly, while the sounds of pleasure the firetruck made grew almost distressed-sounding as he fought to keep control.

Slowly the Lamborghini started surging back against his thrusts, starting to grip at the cushions, moving them around from his efforts and squirming. It was building a lot slower than before, but he chalked that off to the fact that this was going to be the third overload that night. Still, he felt the heat building and spreading around his frame, making his plating almost tingle slightly and grow even more sensitized.

"Easy, Red, easy..." Inferno murmured as the mech beneath him began returning his thrusts. "Ya can move with me, but try not ta be too rough with yerself. Yer gonna be a mite sore as it is." He didn't want to scare Red, but this wasn't like valve intercourse, and much more caution was needed. The idea of damaging a partner under any circumstances appalled him, but it would be even worse if he did so on his bonding day.

“Nnnn… but..” Red Alert moved slightly, raising up to be on his hands instead of being face first into the cushions. “I can’t… help it…” he really couldn’t. His body pressed back into the other’s craving more of the contact, and at the same time melting under the vibrations from the others engine. A low pleading whimper escaped before his could swallow it down, and he lowered his helm a bit, almost ashamed but more turned on than anything.

"It's okay, Red," Inferno whispered reassuringly, "it's okay... I said I would take care of ya, and I mean it. Ya don't have ta stop, just don't push back too hard. Here, maybe this'll help..." He moved one of his hands, working it between the cushions and Red's hips, wrapping it around the other mech's spike, and began stroking it in time with his slow movements. As he pushed forward, he drew back on the spike in his hands, using his touch to gently guide Red into making movements that would hopefully help him without letting him hurt himself.

Red Alert fell into the rhythm after the little bit of coaxing, engine purring rather happily at the added stimulation, even drowning out the sound of his cooling fans. Oh that helped a lot. It increased the warmth over his frame, and brought back the increasingly familiar sensation of a building overload.

The lighter, sharper sound from that high performance engine was a delightful counterpoint to the lower utilitarian drone of his own heavy duty model, a contrast that pleased Inferno's audio sensors and made his chassis feel even warmer, as did the feeling of their frames now moving in pleasurable harmony. "Oh Red, that is a beautiful sound yer makin'..." Inferno murmured, stroking Red's spike a little more firmly to make up for the gentle movements of his hips. "I love that yer makin' it only for me..."

Red Alert's intakes hitched briefly, and he lifted his helm to peer back at the taller mech, though it was only for a second before his optics shuttered and he eventually moved to lower his under frame closer to the cushions again. This changed the angle minutely and pulled a cry from him, his frame shuddering in pleasure. “A-ah… at this rate it will be… o-only for you.”

Despite its heavier, workaday construction, Inferno's engine managed to rev up into a whine that would almost rival Red's. "Ohhh Red," he moaned, inflamed and touched by the words, "I'm gonna... ahhh! ...spend the rest of my life ...mmm! ...makin' sure ya don't regret it...!" He drew out his thrusts into an even more prolonged movement, pulling out with agonizing slowness, and then sliding back in, making a little grind with his hips each time their frames came flush together again. At the same time as his movements became slower, they also became a bit firmer, a deeper pressure, a last push to stimulate the accessible nodes as thoroughly as possible. The reason for this soon became apparent as Inferno's back-strut bowed, and he let out a cry of defeated ecstasy. "I'm sorry, Red... I'm gonna...!" His mouth opened, vocalizer crackling with static for a moment, hips jerked hard against Red's aft before he stilled himself, pressing against the other mech so firmly that he almost lifted him off the pillows. "Red, ahhhh... RED!"

Red Aler's grip tightened on the pillow, coming visibly close to tearing through the fabric again. He jolted slightly when the other gripped his hips tighter, almost whimpering. He didn’t mind that the charge in his own systems hadn’t been released, and part of him told him that since he was still new to this it was going to take effort to coax a third overload out of his frame, while with someone with more experience it wouldn’t be a problem. His vents let out a gush of hot air as he relaxed into the tight grip, peering back at him mostly curious. “It’s alright.”

Inferno panted, optics shuttered tightly, face plates wearing a mixture of spark-searing bliss and acute embarrassment. Of all the times to go off early, it had to be in front of an audience of more than one! "Oh Primus..." He leaned down, kissing Red's neck. "I'm real sorry..." The haze of fatigue and post overload bliss cushioned the blow somewhat, and prevented him from being immediately as upset as he would probably be later. "Slag..." He rested against the red and white frame as his spike began depressurizing. "How close do ya think ya were?" he asked, not that he was entirely sure Red would be able to tell yet with so few experiences on the berth.

“I’m not sure. Close enough?” Red Alert rested his cheek on the cushion under his helm, staring off towards the door for a moment. “I’m not concerned about it.” Well, not really. The unreleased charge in his circuits was going to drive him into a pissy mood more than likely. He shifted just a little, unkinking a few lines in his knees and relaxing again despite the uncomfortable heat. He wasn’t sure how to react, whether to be upset or not, but he didn’t see the major problem since he hadn’t been too close to being right on the edge, or at least he thought so.

The firetruck pulled back a little, his now mostly deflated spike sliding out way more easily than it went in. “C'mere,” he said, moving the cushions from beneath Red, and lying down on his side, coaxing the other mech to lie down in his arms. Inferno's pride stung, but Red was more important than his ego. “Let me take care of ya.”

Unlike earlier Red Alert moved to the other without a second thought, though cringing at the odd feeling of fluid managing to slip out of the used port. It made him pause for a moment before just ignoring it in favour of curling up against the larger frame, letting the comfortable wave of warmth and safe feeling wash over him.