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Title: Lessons Learned
Verse: G1
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno, Ironhide
Warnings: Mech slash, sticky sex, bondage, pet play, dubcon
Summary: Red Alert pays the price for working too much.
A/N: This is a gift for minibot_love. I hope its at least close to what she wanted. I also want to note what a bad influence she is on my pure, sweet, innocent mind. >.>
Inferno trudged down the hallway tiredly. He had just returned from a week long mission fighting forest fires in southern California and the only thing on his mind was his berth and how good it was going to feel to recharge. He definitely planned to enjoy the week off he had earned.
The shouting coming from the security room pulled the Fire Truck from his thoughts. Sighing heavily, he made his way to where he heard Ironhide pounding on the security room door and yelling at whoever was inside. The red mech had a pretty good idea who it was and had a feeling he wasn’t going to be getting that recharge he so longed for.
“Got a problem, ‘Hide?” He crossed his arms and rested his shoulder plating against the doorframe, eyeing the angry mech curiously.
“Inferno!” Ironhide seemed both surprised to see the large mech and relieved that he was there. “Ya gotta get that slagger outta that room! Mah shift started two breems ago but he won’t let meh in!”
The Fire Truck let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his hand over his optics. “How long’s he been in there?”
“Three Primus slaggin’ days!” The old warrior growled moodily as he kicked the locked door. Sighing again, Inferno pushed himself off the doorframe and punched in the override code Ratchet gave him in case of such an emergency. He entered the room followed by Ironhide, stopping once inside to glare at the red and white mech that sat hunched over several security monitors. Red Alert looked like he hadn’t recharged or even refueled in days.
“Red, yer gettin’ outta here now.” Before the smaller mech had the chance to reply, Inferno had scooped him up and slung him over his shoulder plating. He swiftly left the room with the Security Director in tow, leaving Ironhide alone with a confused look on his faceplates.
Red Alert kicked and pounded on the large mech’s back weakly. “Inferno put me down this instant! You have no authority to relieve me of duty!” The Security Director continued to buck and wriggle, trying desperately to free himself from the red mech’s strong grip.
Inferno marched down the hall with the struggling Lamborghini, not stopping until he arrived at his quarters. He dropped the smaller mech unceremoniously onto the berth and headed back to the door. The Fire Truck proceeded to lock it and then he turned to lean against the closed portal with a sigh, scrubbing his hand over his optics for the second time that day. Dragging his lover away from work seemed to be becoming a routine he was quickly getting weary of.
“Red… Ya can’t keep doin’ this ta yerself.” He watched Red Alert for a moment, but the mech just sat on the berth with his arms crossed, pointedly ignoring him. Huffing in frustration he moved over to his desk and set out two cubes of high grade energon. “Here. Drink it so ya can get yer energy levels back up.”
The Lamborghini just snorted and continued to ignore the Fire Truck. How dare he take him from his work and carry him through the Ark in such an undignified manner. He debated on throwing Inferno in the brig, but he had a feeling the rest of the officers would side with the larger mech. They were all against him and he knew it.
“Red, if ya don’t drink all tha energon Ah just set out for ya, Ah’ll drag yer sorry aft down to tha medbay an’ leave ya ta Ratchet’s tender mercies. That what ya want?” Inferno was getting tired of the other mech’s attitude and planned on making good his threat if Red Alert didn’t refuel himself soon.
Luckily the threat worked and the Security Director picked up one of the cubes, downing it in one gulp. He made short work of the second one and sat back on the berth with a grunt. “There, are you happy Inferno? Can I get back to work now? There’s no telling what kind of havoc Ironhide is wreaking in there.” He stood from the berth and walked to the door, intent on leaving the angry mech to cool down while he went back to work.
Red Alert let out a yelp as he was pressed against the door firmly by Inferno’s weight, his hands pulled back behind him roughly and held together with one of the Fire Truck’s large hands. He heard the other mech rummaging around for a moment before something cold clicked around both of his wrists , locking them behind him. The red mech leaned down and growled in his audio. “Yer not goin’ anywhere until ya learn ta behave.”
“Inferno! Stop this foolishness and let me go!” The red and white mech struggled to get free, only to be pressed harder into the door by Inferno’s nozzle, the larger mech moving to the his side. Red Alert tried again to wiggle free of the Fire Truck’s loose grasp only to cry out sharply when the other mech’s hand came down hard on his skidplate.
“I-Inferno?” The smaller mech called out to his lover, shocked by the strike. He had never seen the normally kind mech so aggressive, not to mention angry. He shifted his hips restlessly, trying to soothe the sting in his aft.
“Be quiet.” Inferno let out another deep growl, his engine rumbling against Red Alert’s side. The Lamborghini felt something slide around his neck and tighten, the other mech’s weight leaving him entirely for a moment before he’s jerked backward roughly. He stumbled as he turned, optics going wide when he realized that the large mech had him on a leash.
Red Alert’s faceplates heated up as the larger mech gave another rough jerk to the leash, pulling back against the restraints and struggling to get back to the door. The Fire Truck gave one last hard tug, making the Lamborghini lurch forward and fall to his knees before him. Inferno gave the red and white mech an unreadable look as he looked down at him. “Ya can either come on, or Ah can drag ya. Its yer choice.”
He waited a moment before pulling on the leash again, a small smirk pulling at his lip components as Red Alert followed him across the room on his knees. The Fire Truck led his captive to the berth where he sat down on the edge, pulling the other mech between his legs.
“Inferno… Please… L-Let me go. I-” The smaller mech’s words were cut off as he was jerked off the floor by the red mech’s strong arms and pulled into a rough kiss, the large mech only releasing Red Alert’s lip components to nibble and lick his way to the Lamborghini’s audio.
“Ah’ll let ya go… As soon as ya learn ta behave.” Inferno whispered against the audio before pulling the smaller mech down across his lap, propping the red aft up on one knee. He rubbed the bound mech’s skidplate gently, waiting for Red Alert to relax against his legs.
“Now Red, ya were given a schedule for a reason. Ya are ta adhere ta that schedule an’ follow tha rules set up by Optimus an’ tha doc. Do ya understand?” Inferno continued to rub the smaller mech’s lower back and aft as he waited for an answer.
As expected, the Security Director scoffed at the question as he renewed his struggles to get away from the Fire Truck. “Inferno, I am not a sparkling. I think I know how to do my joaaAAAHH!” Red Alert shrieked as Inferno’s hand came down firmly on his aft several times, heating the plating and leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.
“Do you understand the rules that you are supposed to follow, Red?” The large mech swatted Red Alert on the aft one more time before rubbing gently at the heated plating, surreptitiously grazing the tips of his fingers along the other mech’s interface panel.
Red Alert whimpered and arched into the soothing touches, gasping when Inferno’s fingers lightly touched his panel. “I… I don’t…” He started to retort again but the soothing touches stopped as soon as he began speaking, making him think twice about his answer. Sighing heavily, he nodded. “Y-Yes, Inferno. I understand.”
The large mech purred happily, giving the red aft a gentle squeeze. “Good mech. Lets continue.” He continued to torture the smaller mech, punishing him with stinging swats when he would talk back and rub teasingly at his panel and aft when he would obey. It didn’t take long until Red Alert was shuddering and whimpering at every touch.
Inferno chuckled darkly when the smaller mech’s panel slid open with a click. “Oh my. What’ve we got here?” He teasingly runs his finger around the edge of Red’s weeping valve, making the other mech moan softly and press his hips into the tormenting digit. “If Ah didn’t know better, Ah’d say ya were turned on Red.”
“P-Please, Inferno. I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t leave me like this!” The Security Director whimpered and squirmed in the large mech’s lap, trying desperately to get the other mech to do something besides tease him.
Inferno hummed thoughtfully as he continued to circle Red Alert’s valve with his finger. “Ah dunno, Red. Ah’m supposed ta be punishin’ ya.” He grinned at the smaller mech’s disappointed whine as he pulled his hand away from the red and white mech’s exposed panel. “But… If ya can prove to meh that yer gonna be a good mech, Ah suppose Ah can take care of yer little… problem.”
The Fire Truck gently maneuvered the smaller mech from his lap back to the floor where he sat on his knees looking up at the larger mech pleadingly. “P-Please, I’ll do anything. I promise I won’t neglect myself again, Inferno.”
“We’ll see…” The large red mech grinned wickedly as he took Red Alert’s chin and tilted it upwards. He leaned close and lowered his voice to a growl. “Just remember, pet… If ya do break that promise, Ah’ll get ya so worked up that ya can’t even remember yer own designation. Then Ah’ll tie ya to this berth an’ leave ya here all night.” The Security Director’s optics widened fearfully, his helm shaking back and forth rapidly.
“N-No need to do anything so drastic, Inferno. I’m sorry that I caused so much trouble.” He nuzzled the large mech’s hand timidly, trying to look as cooperative as he could. He dropped his voice to a seductive purr as he gazed up at the Fire Truck longingly. “Inferno, what can I do to prove to you I mean to keep my promise? Surely there must be something I can do to please you.”
Inferno’s optics darkened as he watched the smaller mech nuzzle his hand and offer to pleasure him. “You want to prove yourself, pet?” He removed his hand and replaced it with his nozzle, nudging it against the other mech’s lip components. “Lick it.”
Red Alert stared up at his lover for a moment before timidly running his glossa along the underside of the larger mech’s nozzle, repeating the action when Inferno’s engine stuttered. He continued to map out the appendage with his glossa and lip components, smiling to himself when the red mech’s internal cooling fans kicked on.
The Security Director watched his large lover’s optics darken even more as he moved back toward the tip of his nozzle, leaving a trail if licks and light kisses along the heated metal. The unbridled lust on the silver faceplates above him sent a shiver down his spinal struts. He gave the Fire Truck a not-so-innocent smile before taking the tip of the trembling appendage into his mouth, giving it a hard suck and reveling in the choked moan that was drug from Inferno’s parted lip plates.
Red Alert absolutely loved the wonderful sounds he could pull from his lover when they were alone together. He suddenly realized that he didn’t get to hear those beautiful noises near enough, making him frown internally as he continued to tease the large mech. With a barely perceptible nod he decided that Inferno was right. More time off would do him a world of good. More than anything he needed to spend more time with the mech before him, finding new ways to make the red mech moan and whimper for him.
Taking the Fire Truck by surprise, he slid more of the nozzle into his mouth and down his intake. He slowly began to move back and forth, sucking the appendage like he would his lover’s spike. Inferno gasped at the sight before him, the red and white mech’s arms bound behind him and dark optics locked with his own as his beautiful lip components moved back and forth along his nozzle worshipfully. It didn’t take long to drive the large mech mad with desire.
Unable to ignore the throbbing beneath his panel any longer, Inferno pulled his arm away from Red Alert’s mouth gently and reached down to pull the smaller mech up off the floor. He grabbed the end of the leash as he hoisted the other mech up, wrapping it around his wrist a few times. The red mech chuckled at the confused expression on his lover’s faceplates before leaning in to kiss him as he maneuvered them onto the berth.
The red and white mech let out a small squeak as he was flipped over and pressed into the berth, his aft pulled into the air and knees tucked beneath him. Before he could ask what was going on, he felt the large mech move behind him and rub his codpiece against Red Alert’s exposed interface. The smaller mech squirmed and whimpered as Inferno teased him by rubbing his closed panel against his open one. “P-Please, Inferno. Frag me already!”
“Oh don’t worry, pet. Ah’m gonna frag ya good an’ proper.” The Fire Truck smiled darkly as he pulled back and opened his interface panel, sighing softly as his spike fully pressurized. He teasingly rubbed the erect component against the smaller mech’s aft for a moment before abruptly burying his entire spike into Red Alert’s valve. He let out a deep rumbling moan as he leaned forward and began to thrust roughly into the Security Director, the other mech’s cries of pleasure encouraging him to continue his rapid pace.
Red Alert cried out sharply when he was penetrated suddenly, the walls of his valve stretching almost painfully around the large spike. He arched his back, pressing his hips upward and moaning into the padding of the berth with each frenzied thrust. He felt his overload building faster than he would have liked, his cooling fans stuttering to a halt as one particularly hard thrust sent him screaming over the edge. “O-Oh Primus, In-Inferno!”
The tight walls of Red Alert’s valve clenching down on his spike was enough to send Inferno into his own overload. The larger mech curled over his smaller lover with a groan as he rode out his own climax, shuttering his optics and resting his cheekplate on the Lamborghini’s shoulder plating. He kept his elbows planted on the berth, holding most of his weight off the small mech as his systems recovered.
After a few minutes the Fire Truck pulled his hips back with a grunt, closing his panel after his spike depressurizes and flopping tiredly onto the berth next to Red Alert. He reached over and unclasped the restraints holding the red and white mech’s arms behind him and pulled the smaller mech against him, nuzzling his helm sleepily. He opened his optics when the other mech chuckled against him. “What’s so funneh?”
“You” Red Alert rolled over in his arms, smirking up at the large mech. He leaned up for a quick kiss before tucking his helm beneath his lover’s chin, sighing softly and wrapping his arms around the other mech. “You’re not very good at punishing, you know.”
Inferno just shrugged. “An’ yer not verah good at obeyin’ orders…” He smiled to himself as he ran his hand down the smaller mech’s backstrut and over his aft, tapping the metal teasingly. “Unless yer properly motivated that is…”
Red Alert shuddered as he thought about Inferno’s earlier threat, torn between loving and hating the idea. He reached up and tugged at the collar he was still wearing and looked up at Inferno curiously. He had forgotten he was still wearing the thing. “Are you going to take this off anytime soon?”
“Nah, Ah think ya look sexah with it.” Inferno grinned down at his smaller lover. “Mah verah own little pet.” He leaned down to kiss the Security Director’s nasal ridge, laughing as the other mech’s cheek plating flushes embarrassedly. The Fire Truck reached up and unhooked the leash from the collar and set it to the side, pulling the smaller mech close and shuttering his optics again. “Leave tha collar on fer meh?”
Red Alert sighed tiredly as he was pulled close, smiling softly as Inferno cycled down into recharge. “Sure, Inferno.” He settled against other mech wearily, letting his own systems cycle down as well. “For you, I’d do anything…”
Verse: G1
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno, Ironhide
Warnings: Mech slash, sticky sex, bondage, pet play, dubcon
Summary: Red Alert pays the price for working too much.
A/N: This is a gift for minibot_love. I hope its at least close to what she wanted. I also want to note what a bad influence she is on my pure, sweet, innocent mind. >.>
Inferno trudged down the hallway tiredly. He had just returned from a week long mission fighting forest fires in southern California and the only thing on his mind was his berth and how good it was going to feel to recharge. He definitely planned to enjoy the week off he had earned.
The shouting coming from the security room pulled the Fire Truck from his thoughts. Sighing heavily, he made his way to where he heard Ironhide pounding on the security room door and yelling at whoever was inside. The red mech had a pretty good idea who it was and had a feeling he wasn’t going to be getting that recharge he so longed for.
“Got a problem, ‘Hide?” He crossed his arms and rested his shoulder plating against the doorframe, eyeing the angry mech curiously.
“Inferno!” Ironhide seemed both surprised to see the large mech and relieved that he was there. “Ya gotta get that slagger outta that room! Mah shift started two breems ago but he won’t let meh in!”
The Fire Truck let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his hand over his optics. “How long’s he been in there?”
“Three Primus slaggin’ days!” The old warrior growled moodily as he kicked the locked door. Sighing again, Inferno pushed himself off the doorframe and punched in the override code Ratchet gave him in case of such an emergency. He entered the room followed by Ironhide, stopping once inside to glare at the red and white mech that sat hunched over several security monitors. Red Alert looked like he hadn’t recharged or even refueled in days.
“Red, yer gettin’ outta here now.” Before the smaller mech had the chance to reply, Inferno had scooped him up and slung him over his shoulder plating. He swiftly left the room with the Security Director in tow, leaving Ironhide alone with a confused look on his faceplates.
Red Alert kicked and pounded on the large mech’s back weakly. “Inferno put me down this instant! You have no authority to relieve me of duty!” The Security Director continued to buck and wriggle, trying desperately to free himself from the red mech’s strong grip.
Inferno marched down the hall with the struggling Lamborghini, not stopping until he arrived at his quarters. He dropped the smaller mech unceremoniously onto the berth and headed back to the door. The Fire Truck proceeded to lock it and then he turned to lean against the closed portal with a sigh, scrubbing his hand over his optics for the second time that day. Dragging his lover away from work seemed to be becoming a routine he was quickly getting weary of.
“Red… Ya can’t keep doin’ this ta yerself.” He watched Red Alert for a moment, but the mech just sat on the berth with his arms crossed, pointedly ignoring him. Huffing in frustration he moved over to his desk and set out two cubes of high grade energon. “Here. Drink it so ya can get yer energy levels back up.”
The Lamborghini just snorted and continued to ignore the Fire Truck. How dare he take him from his work and carry him through the Ark in such an undignified manner. He debated on throwing Inferno in the brig, but he had a feeling the rest of the officers would side with the larger mech. They were all against him and he knew it.
“Red, if ya don’t drink all tha energon Ah just set out for ya, Ah’ll drag yer sorry aft down to tha medbay an’ leave ya ta Ratchet’s tender mercies. That what ya want?” Inferno was getting tired of the other mech’s attitude and planned on making good his threat if Red Alert didn’t refuel himself soon.
Luckily the threat worked and the Security Director picked up one of the cubes, downing it in one gulp. He made short work of the second one and sat back on the berth with a grunt. “There, are you happy Inferno? Can I get back to work now? There’s no telling what kind of havoc Ironhide is wreaking in there.” He stood from the berth and walked to the door, intent on leaving the angry mech to cool down while he went back to work.
Red Alert let out a yelp as he was pressed against the door firmly by Inferno’s weight, his hands pulled back behind him roughly and held together with one of the Fire Truck’s large hands. He heard the other mech rummaging around for a moment before something cold clicked around both of his wrists , locking them behind him. The red mech leaned down and growled in his audio. “Yer not goin’ anywhere until ya learn ta behave.”
“Inferno! Stop this foolishness and let me go!” The red and white mech struggled to get free, only to be pressed harder into the door by Inferno’s nozzle, the larger mech moving to the his side. Red Alert tried again to wiggle free of the Fire Truck’s loose grasp only to cry out sharply when the other mech’s hand came down hard on his skidplate.
“I-Inferno?” The smaller mech called out to his lover, shocked by the strike. He had never seen the normally kind mech so aggressive, not to mention angry. He shifted his hips restlessly, trying to soothe the sting in his aft.
“Be quiet.” Inferno let out another deep growl, his engine rumbling against Red Alert’s side. The Lamborghini felt something slide around his neck and tighten, the other mech’s weight leaving him entirely for a moment before he’s jerked backward roughly. He stumbled as he turned, optics going wide when he realized that the large mech had him on a leash.
Red Alert’s faceplates heated up as the larger mech gave another rough jerk to the leash, pulling back against the restraints and struggling to get back to the door. The Fire Truck gave one last hard tug, making the Lamborghini lurch forward and fall to his knees before him. Inferno gave the red and white mech an unreadable look as he looked down at him. “Ya can either come on, or Ah can drag ya. Its yer choice.”
He waited a moment before pulling on the leash again, a small smirk pulling at his lip components as Red Alert followed him across the room on his knees. The Fire Truck led his captive to the berth where he sat down on the edge, pulling the other mech between his legs.
“Inferno… Please… L-Let me go. I-” The smaller mech’s words were cut off as he was jerked off the floor by the red mech’s strong arms and pulled into a rough kiss, the large mech only releasing Red Alert’s lip components to nibble and lick his way to the Lamborghini’s audio.
“Ah’ll let ya go… As soon as ya learn ta behave.” Inferno whispered against the audio before pulling the smaller mech down across his lap, propping the red aft up on one knee. He rubbed the bound mech’s skidplate gently, waiting for Red Alert to relax against his legs.
“Now Red, ya were given a schedule for a reason. Ya are ta adhere ta that schedule an’ follow tha rules set up by Optimus an’ tha doc. Do ya understand?” Inferno continued to rub the smaller mech’s lower back and aft as he waited for an answer.
As expected, the Security Director scoffed at the question as he renewed his struggles to get away from the Fire Truck. “Inferno, I am not a sparkling. I think I know how to do my joaaAAAHH!” Red Alert shrieked as Inferno’s hand came down firmly on his aft several times, heating the plating and leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.
“Do you understand the rules that you are supposed to follow, Red?” The large mech swatted Red Alert on the aft one more time before rubbing gently at the heated plating, surreptitiously grazing the tips of his fingers along the other mech’s interface panel.
Red Alert whimpered and arched into the soothing touches, gasping when Inferno’s fingers lightly touched his panel. “I… I don’t…” He started to retort again but the soothing touches stopped as soon as he began speaking, making him think twice about his answer. Sighing heavily, he nodded. “Y-Yes, Inferno. I understand.”
The large mech purred happily, giving the red aft a gentle squeeze. “Good mech. Lets continue.” He continued to torture the smaller mech, punishing him with stinging swats when he would talk back and rub teasingly at his panel and aft when he would obey. It didn’t take long until Red Alert was shuddering and whimpering at every touch.
Inferno chuckled darkly when the smaller mech’s panel slid open with a click. “Oh my. What’ve we got here?” He teasingly runs his finger around the edge of Red’s weeping valve, making the other mech moan softly and press his hips into the tormenting digit. “If Ah didn’t know better, Ah’d say ya were turned on Red.”
“P-Please, Inferno. I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t leave me like this!” The Security Director whimpered and squirmed in the large mech’s lap, trying desperately to get the other mech to do something besides tease him.
Inferno hummed thoughtfully as he continued to circle Red Alert’s valve with his finger. “Ah dunno, Red. Ah’m supposed ta be punishin’ ya.” He grinned at the smaller mech’s disappointed whine as he pulled his hand away from the red and white mech’s exposed panel. “But… If ya can prove to meh that yer gonna be a good mech, Ah suppose Ah can take care of yer little… problem.”
The Fire Truck gently maneuvered the smaller mech from his lap back to the floor where he sat on his knees looking up at the larger mech pleadingly. “P-Please, I’ll do anything. I promise I won’t neglect myself again, Inferno.”
“We’ll see…” The large red mech grinned wickedly as he took Red Alert’s chin and tilted it upwards. He leaned close and lowered his voice to a growl. “Just remember, pet… If ya do break that promise, Ah’ll get ya so worked up that ya can’t even remember yer own designation. Then Ah’ll tie ya to this berth an’ leave ya here all night.” The Security Director’s optics widened fearfully, his helm shaking back and forth rapidly.
“N-No need to do anything so drastic, Inferno. I’m sorry that I caused so much trouble.” He nuzzled the large mech’s hand timidly, trying to look as cooperative as he could. He dropped his voice to a seductive purr as he gazed up at the Fire Truck longingly. “Inferno, what can I do to prove to you I mean to keep my promise? Surely there must be something I can do to please you.”
Inferno’s optics darkened as he watched the smaller mech nuzzle his hand and offer to pleasure him. “You want to prove yourself, pet?” He removed his hand and replaced it with his nozzle, nudging it against the other mech’s lip components. “Lick it.”
Red Alert stared up at his lover for a moment before timidly running his glossa along the underside of the larger mech’s nozzle, repeating the action when Inferno’s engine stuttered. He continued to map out the appendage with his glossa and lip components, smiling to himself when the red mech’s internal cooling fans kicked on.
The Security Director watched his large lover’s optics darken even more as he moved back toward the tip of his nozzle, leaving a trail if licks and light kisses along the heated metal. The unbridled lust on the silver faceplates above him sent a shiver down his spinal struts. He gave the Fire Truck a not-so-innocent smile before taking the tip of the trembling appendage into his mouth, giving it a hard suck and reveling in the choked moan that was drug from Inferno’s parted lip plates.
Red Alert absolutely loved the wonderful sounds he could pull from his lover when they were alone together. He suddenly realized that he didn’t get to hear those beautiful noises near enough, making him frown internally as he continued to tease the large mech. With a barely perceptible nod he decided that Inferno was right. More time off would do him a world of good. More than anything he needed to spend more time with the mech before him, finding new ways to make the red mech moan and whimper for him.
Taking the Fire Truck by surprise, he slid more of the nozzle into his mouth and down his intake. He slowly began to move back and forth, sucking the appendage like he would his lover’s spike. Inferno gasped at the sight before him, the red and white mech’s arms bound behind him and dark optics locked with his own as his beautiful lip components moved back and forth along his nozzle worshipfully. It didn’t take long to drive the large mech mad with desire.
Unable to ignore the throbbing beneath his panel any longer, Inferno pulled his arm away from Red Alert’s mouth gently and reached down to pull the smaller mech up off the floor. He grabbed the end of the leash as he hoisted the other mech up, wrapping it around his wrist a few times. The red mech chuckled at the confused expression on his lover’s faceplates before leaning in to kiss him as he maneuvered them onto the berth.
The red and white mech let out a small squeak as he was flipped over and pressed into the berth, his aft pulled into the air and knees tucked beneath him. Before he could ask what was going on, he felt the large mech move behind him and rub his codpiece against Red Alert’s exposed interface. The smaller mech squirmed and whimpered as Inferno teased him by rubbing his closed panel against his open one. “P-Please, Inferno. Frag me already!”
“Oh don’t worry, pet. Ah’m gonna frag ya good an’ proper.” The Fire Truck smiled darkly as he pulled back and opened his interface panel, sighing softly as his spike fully pressurized. He teasingly rubbed the erect component against the smaller mech’s aft for a moment before abruptly burying his entire spike into Red Alert’s valve. He let out a deep rumbling moan as he leaned forward and began to thrust roughly into the Security Director, the other mech’s cries of pleasure encouraging him to continue his rapid pace.
Red Alert cried out sharply when he was penetrated suddenly, the walls of his valve stretching almost painfully around the large spike. He arched his back, pressing his hips upward and moaning into the padding of the berth with each frenzied thrust. He felt his overload building faster than he would have liked, his cooling fans stuttering to a halt as one particularly hard thrust sent him screaming over the edge. “O-Oh Primus, In-Inferno!”
The tight walls of Red Alert’s valve clenching down on his spike was enough to send Inferno into his own overload. The larger mech curled over his smaller lover with a groan as he rode out his own climax, shuttering his optics and resting his cheekplate on the Lamborghini’s shoulder plating. He kept his elbows planted on the berth, holding most of his weight off the small mech as his systems recovered.
After a few minutes the Fire Truck pulled his hips back with a grunt, closing his panel after his spike depressurizes and flopping tiredly onto the berth next to Red Alert. He reached over and unclasped the restraints holding the red and white mech’s arms behind him and pulled the smaller mech against him, nuzzling his helm sleepily. He opened his optics when the other mech chuckled against him. “What’s so funneh?”
“You” Red Alert rolled over in his arms, smirking up at the large mech. He leaned up for a quick kiss before tucking his helm beneath his lover’s chin, sighing softly and wrapping his arms around the other mech. “You’re not very good at punishing, you know.”
Inferno just shrugged. “An’ yer not verah good at obeyin’ orders…” He smiled to himself as he ran his hand down the smaller mech’s backstrut and over his aft, tapping the metal teasingly. “Unless yer properly motivated that is…”
Red Alert shuddered as he thought about Inferno’s earlier threat, torn between loving and hating the idea. He reached up and tugged at the collar he was still wearing and looked up at Inferno curiously. He had forgotten he was still wearing the thing. “Are you going to take this off anytime soon?”
“Nah, Ah think ya look sexah with it.” Inferno grinned down at his smaller lover. “Mah verah own little pet.” He leaned down to kiss the Security Director’s nasal ridge, laughing as the other mech’s cheek plating flushes embarrassedly. The Fire Truck reached up and unhooked the leash from the collar and set it to the side, pulling the smaller mech close and shuttering his optics again. “Leave tha collar on fer meh?”
Red Alert sighed tiredly as he was pulled close, smiling softly as Inferno cycled down into recharge. “Sure, Inferno.” He settled against other mech wearily, letting his own systems cycle down as well. “For you, I’d do anything…”