Sunstorm Bluestreak 8
This is an alternate universe of lily-vendrem and xobit-prime's Greek-verse, co-written with Xobit. However, it IS NOT in the actual Greek-verse, or at least it's not in that continuity. It is also STICKY.
The priest’s words kept running in little circles in Bluestreak’s processor, mostly his suggestion about trying to hold Sunstorm’s hand and about what the Seeker would have to do if he rejected his advances. In truth he didn’t mind making love… Except that he wasn’t sure that they were actually making love and not just interfacing.
The temple aerie began looming tall, the twined tower glittering beautifully… to think that walking in to it had shattered his life past all recognition.
The walk was silent, both mechs lost in thought and unsure what to discuss. Sunstorm hated the silence, normally, well aware it was part of their problem... Bluestreak needed to think now, so that was okay. Hopefully he could find a hiereis for Bluestreak to talk to... Sunstorm thought it would be awkward if it was one of his friends that heard all this, Bluestreak might find it awkward at least... Well, they would just have to see who there was. It was odd, walking in while completely 'off-duty', and when he had said he wouldn't be in... well.
It really was almost too easy, Sunstorm just walked right in, talked to another Seeker and then handed him over to a black and yellow Seeker whom seemed to have been summoned by the first one. And his mate left him alone with the stranger… of course he ‘had’ to, but still. When he shied away from touch, the Seeker seemed a little surprised, but he adjusted quickly, gesturing for him to follow and seeking out a little niche, just like in Vector Sigma’s temple. Only there was no privacy curtain and the ‘niche’ was more like a small door less room with a very berth-looking couch thing.
Still, the first part of the conversation was almost a repeat of the one from Vector Sigma’s temple, no it wasn’t a punishment, yes he would end up happy if, no there was nothing wrong in sharing pleasure, ect. It was reassuring, though he didn’t really feel any more prepared to be a proper Vossian mate…
“How do I… how do I go about seducing S-Sunstorm? Um… it is the sort of thing I s-should be doing, isn’t it?”
Shadowstar had been more than a little stunned by... well, this mech in general. He was trying, though, which bespoke great promise. This last question, though... How was he supposed to answer without showing? Words were so inadequate for the answer, they really were...! "It wouldn't hurt, if you do it from desire. Um... you... flirt? Show off..." He demonstrated with his wings, not really meaning to. "Or you touch. That is, vents or down the back -I'm sorry, I'm not used showing this without... well, showing." He smiled a little, hoping the mech would understand.
“Oh… um, I am sorry but I would rather you not touch me…” Bluestreak drooped his doorwings and tried to keep his flush somewhat under control. He really should have expected that! It was just still so weird to think that mechs, Seekers, came here to lose their virginity. “Could you, um… advise me on… you know, things that I could give him? To… to indicate…” Faltering, he gestured helplessly. “I’m not very good at this…”
Well, that WAS what he expected from this mech... So shy! "You're doing fine. Especially if this is somewhat of a taboo subject for your culture. Things you could give him- you mean toys?" Quite aside from the fact that Sunstorm would likely have his own... "I suppose it would depend on how... obvious you want to be? Here... there's things like this..." Shadowstar pulled out a double-ended toy. "This way you can both be filled, and rub your spikes together. Or this... the loop goes on the spike, you see, and this part goes in your valve... This one vibrates, which is good for both people. Or of course there's the crushed or gelled crystals, especially if you're wearing it when he comes home... You might not make it to your berth!"
Bluestreak’s mouth flapped uselessly as the priest happily pulled items out of subspace to show him. He didn’t know what to do with half of the, very Seeker, sized things and wasn’t sure he was processing the explanations right. How could someone be so reassuring one moment and suddenly become a virtual… toy store! “Ah… does… any of that um, help? W-with um…”
"Well, it certainly adds variety... Don't worry, things do come in different sizes- Oh dear." Shadowstar finally looked up at the mech he was supposed to be advising and noticed how... off-put he seemed. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think..." They were just toys...! Still, the Seeker put them back away, actively ignoring the grey mech for a moment to give him time to collect himself. "Um. As I was saying. They add variety, let you try new things. Also useful for going solo!"
“S-so… I could practice w-with them?” That made them a whole lot more palatable to the Helixian, though he still didn’t quite know if he could manage to buy them… of course he could talk to Hailstorm or Acid Storm. Practice would be a really good idea, maybe watch a few of those holos he had only caught a glimpse of now and again, the ones with interfacing.
"Of course you- Um. Haven't you?" Come to think of it, that would explain a little that hadn't quite made sense. It was rather bizarre, but Shadowstar liked to think that he kept most of his reaction off his face. "Anyway, yes, you can. And actively asking what he likes will help too." It would, most likely, be a welcome change, though Shadowstar didn't say that. The mech didn't need any more pressure! "Hm... Normally, I would give you a basic toy. I'm not so sure that's practical, though..."
“Practical?” What was practical about any of this! Apparently he had been expected to play with himself on a level far above the petting he had actually done. Seekers were all sex-crazed!
“So… I can please Sunstorm by pla-practicing and if I am more open to, um, experiencing new things?” It wasn’t that easy, he knew that! But he needed something to begin with, a direction to go in…
"Being a little more open to new experiences, yes. Practice will... well, it will come whether or not you do anything on your own. It's a matter of finding what you like, and that can be done alone or together." Shadowstar held his own hands quite firmly to avoid trying to 'show' the mech what he meant. "And practical..." With a wing-twitched shrug, Shadowstar pulled out one of his 'basic toys', a simple vibrating valve-toy. "If you think you can take it, go ahea- I mean, you can have it." Well... but he was able to take his mate. They toy probably wasn't as oversized for him as it seemed to be, then...
Bluestreak stared at the ‘thing’ as if it would bite him, not that it looked dangerous. Compared to some of the things the Seeker had been waving about before, it actually looked harmless. A smooth cylinder, much like a spike, roughly the size of Sunstorm’s in fact. “This is a simple toy? I won’t need to, um… know anything special to use it?”
That was a better reaction than before! "It turns on here. It's supposed to go in your valve, but try it elsewhere. The vibrations feel good anywhere... I bet your doors are enough like our wings, though that might be easier with another person... And you don't have to turn it on, either." Shadowstar smiled, pleased to be making some progress. At least he thought he was...
Reaching out hesitantly, Bluestreak took the cylinder, and turned it over in his hands. It would do for a few experiments, then he would talk to Hailstorm or Acid Storm, maybe Windsheer. “Thank you for your help, um… what are the rituals for respect to Zephyrus?”
Thoughts going on all manner of not completely welcome paths, Shadowstar ultimately shook his head and stood. "In this case, simply saying thank-you will suffice. And I do wish you both the best." He had made the mech quite embarrassed enough, no need for making him hug, or anything else!
“Oh… um, I should find Sunstorm then?” Bluestreak carefully put the toy into his subspace, he might have accepted it as a ‘practice’ tool, but he wasn’t going to go waving it about! Thanking the priest again, he gratefully left the niche and looked around to see if he could spot his mate. It wasn’t nearly as easy in this temple as it had been in Vector Sigma’s. Brightly colored Seekers were everywhere… doing things everywhere too.
"There. The gold one, right?" Shadowstar pointed on his way past, smiling again.
Sunstorm had been not-too-subtly watching the niche, and waved when the hieries pointed him out. Bluestreak looked at least a little cheerful, and massively embarrassed. Well, that wasn't terribly surprising, considering where they were.
“Can we go refuel some place quite? Private like?” Bluestreak wanted to talk to his mate before they ventured home. He needed to feel secure that Sunstorm wouldn’t touch him for a little while yet, well, touch him intimately at least.
Private and quiet... well, Sunstorm did know a place, though it was mostly quiet because of very good soundproofing. It would do, he thought. He hoped it would... "Sure, I think I know a place." He waited until they were back on the street to ask, "Feeling a bit better?" He didn't particularly care what had been said, or done... As long as Bluestreak was doing better, nothing else mattered!
“I think… I have some things to think over but… yeah, I feel better.” Smiling up at Sunstorm, he dared to reach out and touch the golden plating of the Seeker’s arm for a few brief seconds.
He stumbled a little, quite an overreaction to such a barely-there touch. His return smile was nervous, and Sunstorm really did try not to make too big a deal of it. But Bluestreak had touched him, in public! On a semi-busy street! "I'm glad to hear that. You look a lot happier."
For some reason Bluestreak couldn’t help flushing hotly, thoughts going to the toy in his subspace. Happy was as of yet debatable, but he had somewhere to start and that was more than he had had this morning. “I guess I am… I don’t feel abandoned anymore, if that makes sense?”
"Yes, it does make sense. It's a pretty horrible feeling, I know... I'm sorry, I should have suggested this sooner." It hadn't fully occurred to Sunstorm than Bluestreak wouldn't seek out his god at some point, though. Well, it didn't matter so much now. It had been done, and the past was over now... It was still a valuable lesson. "We're almost there..."
“No… you had your own things to struggle with, I thought about going a few times but I was just so angry and hurt that, yeah?” Shrugging, Bluestreak looked around himself, not recognizing the part of Vos they were in. Not that he had seen that much of Vos, really.
"Ahh. Yeah." He did understand... "Um. About the place we're going, I do know what people do there, but I really did bring you just because it is quite, and private. And the energon is good..." Sunstorm hadn't been planning on bringing that up, but maybe knowing would relax Bluestreak? Or at least make him less tense...
“You mean… it’s another ‘Seeker’ thing? I guess I’ll survive…” Bluestreak smiled nervously, it wasn’t like everywhere in this city wasn’t a make out spot for the flying mechs. Or a interfacing spot… “Do they have any ‘not-too-indecent’ candy?”
"Ah." Sunstorm wasn't fully sure what to say to that, mostly because his processor went right to imagining Bluestreak covered in the other type of candy... "Yes? You'll have to be careful eating it in any case, but I do think they have some relatively innocent candy..." It was basically all able to be enjoyed more than one way, but some was cleaner than others. "Ah, you might not want to look around much until we're seated, by the way..."
“I know… I just don’t get you need to display so much. Maybe I should have asked about that too, or could you explain it?” Bluestreak slanted an inquiring look at his mate, carefully keeping from looking too much at anything else in the building. He might have accepted a lot more now than in the morning but he still had no wish to see someone interface, thank you very much! Unless it was one of those films, maybe there were some with Seekers and Grounders in them… that would be better then Seekers only…
Why they needed... Sunstorm considered the answer as they were taken to their 'seats'. It was actually a small room, but Sunstorm left the sliding door open. "Well... we want to be seen?" He already knew what he wanted, and put his menu aside. "In a way... Possibly to show our claim? Or... Actually, I think it's more that we just... don't see any reason to hide? Passion is looked on favorably, all kinds of passion, and... we like feeling good, we like our mates feeling good. So..." He gestured around a little helplessly.
“Well… what’s wrong with feeling good in private? I mean this city, Vos, maybe the whole state is like one giant… display. Even a lone Seeker isn’t far from a touch, from mechs that might be total strangers.” Bluestreak shook his head a little, he wasn’t trying to argue the culture this time simply seeking explanations… seeking to maybe begin to understand.
"But why not feel good in public? Why not share pleasure with anyone who wants it? Especially..." Sunstorm wasn't completely sure how it had begun, but he thought he had an idea, at least. "We were mercenaries, you know that? So... it served to strengthen the ties between us. And we couldn't always go somewhere private..." He gave an unsure and slightly dismissive twitch of one wing. He wasn't very fond of history, no matter how important it was. "Oh. And it is the whole state, thought Vos is a little moreso."
“Whereas Helix has always been a trade state… I guess that makes sense in a way, what is that term again. Wing brother?” Bluestreak half mumbled as he perused the menu, it looked good, all of it, hum?
“Maybe a green plate? Is there candy with it, or just cubes?”
"Um, cubes and candy, though possibly more indecent than you want," Sunstorm answered, smiling at the mumble. "Wing brother, yeah, though that tends to be a closer term... Wind brother is more general,if you're interested." The distinction probably wouldn't really matter to Bluestreak... "I was going to have just a cube, myself, unless there was some candy you want me to have...?"
“Well, not really? You can have the indecent ones from my platter…” Putting the menu down he smiled carefully at his mate and wondered how to start talking about… well, everything. “You know… they both told me to try and um… loosen up about touching?”
"I'll try to behave with them..." Sunstorm answered, mostly keeping the suggestion from his tone. Once again, Bluestreak's question surprised him, though he was beginning to realize what his mate was doing. "Ah... It would... be nice? I... always worry that I'll lose you on the street, actually. And... I feel unable to really... comfort you..."
“It was never my intention to leave you feeling helpless or… unable to touch me. I wish I could just give you what it is you need but I have to take it slowly.” Even now that he had the proverbial go-ahead from someone nominally speaking for his god. He had found peace with Vector Sigma, and maybe also with Zephyrus… now he just needed to let go. It was frightening, but if his god thought him able, he must be!
"Oh, no, no! I know you didn't intend to, and I know how it is to be asked for something you can't give! Um... you'll still have to tell me if I push too much." That really could have gone without saying... but Sunstorm couldn't deny that he was nervous. "Um, may I...?" He was hesitant as he reached for Bluestreak's hand.
Completing the move, Bluestreak smiled shyly at his mate and squeezed lightly on the larger hand. It still made him flush, the situation oddly awkward… just how fast could he do this? Probably not fast enough for Sunstorm, but he knew that the golden Seeker would give him the time anyway. That alone made the mech incredible, add to that all the other things he had done and did to make Bluestreak feel at home and welcome, loved… Sunstorm was more than a ‘worthy’ mate, he was a loving, caring spark. “All I need is time, okay? And I promise that if I’m in doubt I’ll talk to you!”
He was smiling far too much over something so simple. Sunstorm kept his grip loose, so Bluestreak could pull away at any time. He would need to do that to eat, at the least! "That's as much as I can ask, Blue'. Now... the waiter will be coming soon. But after he's brought our order, I can close the door and they'll leave us alone until we'll leave." There was no need to state why...
“You make it sound like a dirty suggestion.” Bluestreak would probably have freaked out over it just a joor ago, but now… not so much, Sunstorm simply meant that they would have the privacy he needed. “I think… I think I would like to spend some time at the temple, Zephyrus' temple I mean? Just to get used to the whole thing, deal… can it be done without someone propositioning me?”
"It could be..." It wasn't going to be, and Sunstorm knew that. A moment later he was serious again, thinking about Bluestreak's request. "Well, I can ask my fellows not to proposition you, though they will be looking at you. ...You realize you are very attractive? So... I can't promise that others won't ask you. If anyone does ask, just smile and say no, you don't have to explain why." It would be... interesting, having Bluestreak around the temple... "Oh! Um... I... won't really be able to be off duty most of the time you're there..."
“Well, you keep telling me I am so yeah…” Bluestreak flushed and ducked his head, he didn’t really consider himself much of a looker. Maybe it was the fact that he was foreign, he had realized that having a ‘resonant’ was a very desired thing for most nobles, though it wasn’t very many of them that found their destined mates outside of Vos. “I think I can handle that, I hope I can anyway, and if not… I’ll leave, okay? And I know you will have to… that’s part of why I want to go? I need to learn to accept it and maybe seeing it will help…”
He was especially attractive all shy like that... Sunstorm wondered what Bluestreak would say to that, but he didn't find out. "If you don't mind others thinking you're doing something, you can also ask one of us to let you rest in a back room, if you need. And... if you think it will help it... probably will..." Sunstorm smiled, a little uncertain, but the waiter returned before anything more could really be said. The interruption was minimal, since they both knew what they wanted, and they were soon left alone again.
Bluestreak couldn’t help but giggle when he saw the content of his tray, Sunstorm had warned him. The wax constructs tasted wonderful, but they were near impossible to eat neatly. The little lead bites and gel cubes were a whole lot better, but if he were to guess the lead layer was so thin it would be a chore to get them into his mouth before they broke open. “What is it with the easily breaking stuff! Is it really that erotic to watch another refuel?”
"Well... yes." Sunstorm couldn't really stop smiling, pleased for the chance, finally, to share this with his mate. "You see..." He took one of the waxed candies and deliberately broke it over his hand. "You're supposed to think about being the one to lick it off..." The Seeker kept his licking less sensuous than he would have otherwise, with a very low moan for the taste of the goo. "I can show you, sometime, if you want," he finished, hand more or less clean again.
Watching wide opticked, Bluestreak flushed with heat and ducked nervously. It was strangely affecting to watch, he had to admit that. He just wasn’t entirely sure what it affected. Taking one of his cubes, he took a sip to fortify himself and then huffed. “When… When I feel ready, okay?”
"Of course," Sunstorm agreed, reaching for his own cube. It was... fun to tease Bluestreak, but he was almost terrified of pressing too far. It was a relief to even do this much... "What else did you want to know about? Or do you just want to try fueling?" He had forgotten how good the fuel actually was here, smooth and silky. It was meant to cling to plating, but it was still worth savoring for itself.
Shrugging lightly, the Helixian leaned back and huffed at the nice feel of the soft, giving surface of the recliner. “I didn’t really have any plans about what to talk of, just… everything? Wanting to get to know you without being terrified and feeling guilty at the same time. Not terrified of you, at least not much.” He was mech enough to admit that Sunstorm had been, still was, a little terrifying to his Helixian sensibilities.
"Good. I've tried not to be terrifying..." They talked then, of things that they should have discussed long ago. It was later than Sunstorm had expected when they left the restaurant. Time passed after that, an actual relationship growing, though slowly. Sunstorm was happy that any progress was being made, and even more happy that it seemed to be going rather smoothly. He still wanted to take Bluestreak shopping and spoil him a little, though.
“Why do your wings do that?” Bluestreak put his pad down and hung himself over the back of the chair he had been, sorta, sitting in. Since their ‘reconciliation’ they had begun to teach each other sensor panel and wing language… something that had actually helped improve their love making. Though it really still was mostly ‘just’ interfacing, Bluestreak felt a tiny bit guilty that he was still unable to fully give himself up to a merge.
"Huh?" Sunstorm looked up, confused for a moment. What had he... oh. "Um... unfocused desire, usually nonsexual. In this case... well, wondering if you'd ever want to go shopping. For, like, more household items!" Sunstorm smiled a little. "I've... not gotten to spoil you as much as I would like... I've certainly got enough to treat you to a little shopping spree. Or some other kind of spoiling, if you'd prefer..."
“Why do you want to spoil me? I mean, you’ve provided me with everything I need… a home, entertainment… yeah, pretty much anything I could ask for.” There was no sarcasm in the question, only pure curiosity. Bluestreak really didn’t know what he could want more, not on the physical, material side of things.
"Because... I've demanded so much from you. I have to make it up..." Sunstorm wasn't sure of the comparison, but... "It's... like you wanting to flirt? Spoiling a resonant is... honestly, it was one of my dreams, if I had one. Oh, but if you're happy with what we have, that's fine! Smothering you would be as bad as not giving you enough!" Golden wings twitched in humor.
“I don’t get it… but you could always show me where you buy those gel cubes? I’m all for being spoiled with candy!” Bluestreak was ‘all for candy’ in general, it was the one thing he couldn’t help but love. The Seekers made it in so many ways and so many different flavors it almost made him dizzy, in Helix candy had been mostly homemade and yeah…
"Careful... You know that means I'm going to start bringing you gifts, right?" Sunstorm asked, wings moving happily. Finally, something he could do for his mate! "Did you want me to show you now?" It was his day off, so they certainly had the time.
“If you have nothing else that needs doing? Getting out of here for a little is a good idea, I think.” Oh, Bluestreak had actually come to like the apartment, but that didn’t mean he liked being cooped up. He was just still too shy to go out alone, especially knowing that most Seekers ‘wanted’ a resonant for mate. Or for a lover, even if ‘he’ wasn’t their own.
He stood, and over-dramatically offered his hand to Bluestreak. "I would not have offered otherwise. Let's go, then." He was teasing and he knew it... Sunstorm was somewhat aware of the fact that Bluestreak didn't leave the apartment alone, but that would (probably) fade in time, and in the meantime, Sunstorm got to see his first reactions to almost any new place.
Sunstorm could be so silly at times, it was okay though… it made him giggle and feel good. Bondmates were supposed to be like that, loving, caring, making each other laugh. Bluestreak could even feel a sense of pride now, taking Sunstorm’s hand and knowing that the Seekers glancing their way wanted him, and probably also Sunstorm… not that he was going to ‘give’ them either one. Not on Sunstorm’s day off, the only days when the golden Seeker was truly his. “So… any idea what we should buy, or do you want to just browse?”
"No, no... This is about you! What do you want to buy? But... if I see something I really want, I'll tell you." Sunstorm made a mental note to actually point out a few things. It really wasn't good to consistently deny that he had his own desires... something he should have remembered sooner. Right now, though, he wanted to watch Bluestreak look around... Well, he wanted to watch Bluestreak move. The Helixian was a lot more relaxed recently, and he moved so fluidly...
“I’ll ask you about everything anyway, Sun’!” Bluestreak couldn’t help but laugh at the insistence though, it was sweet. He supposed it was possible to get used to be treated like a treasure, and a lover, at some point. “Is that the store?” The building was a tower, an aerie, like all other Seeker buildings.
He had to look about fast to be sure, but, "Yes. This is it. It's on the way to and from work..." They had a lot of things inside... including hyperactive winglets with watchful creators. Sunstorm kind of enjoyed watching them. "So, let's take a look at what you like, Blue."
“Just tell me if there is something you know I won’t like the taste of?” Bluestreak happily immersed himself in the store’s, shop’s, offerings, to his delight they often had tiny bits of the candy out for tasting. It was wonderful! If a little bit messy, he did his best not to let it be too messy… or too tempting.
It was nice to see sparklings, though it was a little bit unnerving to find himself being stared at with awe or thoughtfulness by tiny Seekerlings with big golden optics.
"Sure..." Sunstorm answered, though he wasn't sure that Bluestreak really heard him. He mostly followed behind Bluestreak, grinning as his mate tried things and selected some candies to buy. The golden Seeker couldn't help himself when Bluestreak got some blue gel all over his hand, catching the appendage and sucking the sweet energon off, but that was the only time Sunstorm really pushed at all. "Blue tastes good on you," Sunstorm stated, the smallest bit defensive, as he stepped away from Bluestreak.
Watching the action in an almost detached way, Bluestreak was surprised when Sunstorm’s words brought him back to his, now hot, chassis with a jolt. He licked his own dermas and tried to speak, an action that resulted in a small choked sound. Shaking his head a bit, he smiled weakly.
“You… you like to do that?” Half way a question, half way an accusation. Bluestreak didn’t know what to do now, he didn’t want to discourage his mate by just pulling away but he was getting uncomfortable and… hot.
Oh, Bluestreak looked good like that, startled and flushed... "I do." Sunstorm was aware that they were being watched, but didn't deem it important. "I would like to do more..." He let go of the hand, and motioned at the shop. "But you are here to shop. We can do more when you are done." He loved the fact that Bluestreak would even let him do as much as this... Sunstorm liked his own derma, making sure he'd collected all the energon.
Um… Bluestreak had to turn when Sunstorm started licking his own dermas, heat skyrocketing. He knew that most of the Seekers, and probably the few grounders too, were observing them and felt both embarrassment and… and something else at the thought. Seekers were all perverts! “Sure… sh-shop. Um… what’s over there?” It was more to say something, since he started walking before the words were out.
Sunstorm laughed as Bluestreak hurried away, and followed at a more sedate pace. "Ooh. Don't hold this stuff too long, it liquefies with heat. Almost always need a bath after..." Bluestreak might not be listening, it didn't matter. He was still fun to watch.
Perverts, so totally perverts, all of them. Sending Sunstorm a challenging look, Bluestreak took a box of the treats and dumped them in the shopping basket before stalking off to another enticing display. He was pretty sure the Seeker had ‘won’ there, but he wasn’t going to admit to that! His doorwings were already fluttering, announcing his condition to anyone knowing anything about Helixian panel speak. Pretty much only Sunstorm, likely at least… slag him!
Ooh, and didn't that little look and action up his core temperature. Hopefully they could do something when they got home... Sunstorm honestly tried to behave himself as Bluestreak moved about. Fluttering panels did not at all help! Sunstorm badly wanted to touch them, and he was pretty sure he recognized invitations to do just that.
Sunstorm got… sort of possessive? It was hard to explain, but from what he had learned as of yet, the golden Seeker’s movements and wing stance told everyone who cared to look, the whole freaking store, that Bluestreak was his. Possessive was the wrong word though, Seekers were odd about that, and a few of the lone mechs were beginning to give each other measuring looks. It was surprisingly arousing and he had to get out of here! He wasn’t going to let his first anything involving other Seekers then Sunstorm happen like this… knew himself well enough to know he would regret it. “Pay for it, we’re going home… now, fast please?”
Recognizing the near desperation in his mate's tone, Sunstorm did as requested, hurrying through the purchase. At least his people understood the urge of some new resonants to keep some things private. It tended to change as they spent time here... Sunstorm was fully aware that he was distracting himself. On the streets, he kept from touching Bluestreak mostly to ensure they did reach their apartment... It was rather novel to feel this way with his mate!
Getting home was a relief and Bluestreak didn’t even consider emptying his subspace before tugging Sunstorm towards their berth room. Even after his talks with the priests and a few somewhat uncomfortable visits to Zephyrus' temple… no, he hadn’t tried actually feeling desire like this. He wanted Sunstorm to touch him, kiss him, and make him feel good, better than good. “I want this… I want you to make me feel good?”
Bluestreak had never actually approached, not like this, pressing against him the moment they reached the berth room, looking at him with pleading optics and half parted derma. Oh, Sunstorm had got Bluestreak to look like that before, but Bluestreak had never approached like that. It made ALL the difference, and Sunstorm groaned a little as he wrapped his arms around his mate and half carried him to the berth, peppering his face with light kisses the whole way.
It seemed it had been the right thing to do, for them both. Sunstorm seemed less tense, less, no, not less careful but… less restrained? It was hard to explain even to himself, and right now he was too hot to really care, too hungry. There was nothing wrong with feeling desire! “Sun’… mm I want, I want you.”
"Mm... Bluestreak, that sounds so good..." It really did, and Sunstorm wanted Bluestreak to know. "I want to make you feel good... I want to love you..." He began to kiss his way down, starting from the jaw to the neck, stroking Bluestreak's front and sides as he did so. Sunstorm didn't touch the doors yet, feeling playful, wanting more sounds from his mate.
Which he had never really allowed the Seeker to do... Bluestreak moaned, pushing the guilt back as best he could. If this was going to be their real first time, he wouldn’t be the one to taint it! “Please do! I want to feel…” Stroking the larger mech’s helmet and shoulders, he eventually reached for his wings with hands that already shook.
"Aah! Ahh, Blue...!" Sunstorm pressed his wing into the shaking hold, reaching for Bluestreak's wings at the same time. Sometime they would have to try overloading each other just from groping wings like this... Oh, this was good, the personal desire, wanting and being wanted for who they were... "Top edge... ailerons," Sunstorm reminded, bending down to nip and nuzzle Bluestreak's bumper.
He knew that, he thought… not that it was easy to think with Sunstorm’s hands on him, on his doorwings. Bluestreak returned the touches as best he could, being smaller and just about processor stalled.
Or they could overload each other now, which seemed to be where they were going... "Ooohh! Blue, yes..." Sunstorm wasn't bothered by Bluestreak's occasional faltering... It was just so much fun to make him falter, to feel the results!
It was safe to say it was the best interfacing they had ever had. Bluestreak knew it was because he hadn’t needed to be coaxed into it, or pushed into it by his own bond driven need. Throwing his inhibitions away also made him realize that he loved Sunstorm’s touch. It was startling…
He was still hesitant and unsure, it wasn’t like a little ‘playing’ was a miracle cure but… there was a definite easing between them, and a new depth to their mergings. Not enough to make it what Bluestreak had always wanted, but better, nearer.
Sunstorm would have been happy with what he and Bluestreak had now, if he hadn't know that there could be more. It seemed to be the kind of thing that would only be cured by time now, and that was fine, that was expected.
The priest’s words kept running in little circles in Bluestreak’s processor, mostly his suggestion about trying to hold Sunstorm’s hand and about what the Seeker would have to do if he rejected his advances. In truth he didn’t mind making love… Except that he wasn’t sure that they were actually making love and not just interfacing.
The temple aerie began looming tall, the twined tower glittering beautifully… to think that walking in to it had shattered his life past all recognition.
The walk was silent, both mechs lost in thought and unsure what to discuss. Sunstorm hated the silence, normally, well aware it was part of their problem... Bluestreak needed to think now, so that was okay. Hopefully he could find a hiereis for Bluestreak to talk to... Sunstorm thought it would be awkward if it was one of his friends that heard all this, Bluestreak might find it awkward at least... Well, they would just have to see who there was. It was odd, walking in while completely 'off-duty', and when he had said he wouldn't be in... well.
It really was almost too easy, Sunstorm just walked right in, talked to another Seeker and then handed him over to a black and yellow Seeker whom seemed to have been summoned by the first one. And his mate left him alone with the stranger… of course he ‘had’ to, but still. When he shied away from touch, the Seeker seemed a little surprised, but he adjusted quickly, gesturing for him to follow and seeking out a little niche, just like in Vector Sigma’s temple. Only there was no privacy curtain and the ‘niche’ was more like a small door less room with a very berth-looking couch thing.
Still, the first part of the conversation was almost a repeat of the one from Vector Sigma’s temple, no it wasn’t a punishment, yes he would end up happy if, no there was nothing wrong in sharing pleasure, ect. It was reassuring, though he didn’t really feel any more prepared to be a proper Vossian mate…
“How do I… how do I go about seducing S-Sunstorm? Um… it is the sort of thing I s-should be doing, isn’t it?”
Shadowstar had been more than a little stunned by... well, this mech in general. He was trying, though, which bespoke great promise. This last question, though... How was he supposed to answer without showing? Words were so inadequate for the answer, they really were...! "It wouldn't hurt, if you do it from desire. Um... you... flirt? Show off..." He demonstrated with his wings, not really meaning to. "Or you touch. That is, vents or down the back -I'm sorry, I'm not used showing this without... well, showing." He smiled a little, hoping the mech would understand.
“Oh… um, I am sorry but I would rather you not touch me…” Bluestreak drooped his doorwings and tried to keep his flush somewhat under control. He really should have expected that! It was just still so weird to think that mechs, Seekers, came here to lose their virginity. “Could you, um… advise me on… you know, things that I could give him? To… to indicate…” Faltering, he gestured helplessly. “I’m not very good at this…”
Well, that WAS what he expected from this mech... So shy! "You're doing fine. Especially if this is somewhat of a taboo subject for your culture. Things you could give him- you mean toys?" Quite aside from the fact that Sunstorm would likely have his own... "I suppose it would depend on how... obvious you want to be? Here... there's things like this..." Shadowstar pulled out a double-ended toy. "This way you can both be filled, and rub your spikes together. Or this... the loop goes on the spike, you see, and this part goes in your valve... This one vibrates, which is good for both people. Or of course there's the crushed or gelled crystals, especially if you're wearing it when he comes home... You might not make it to your berth!"
Bluestreak’s mouth flapped uselessly as the priest happily pulled items out of subspace to show him. He didn’t know what to do with half of the, very Seeker, sized things and wasn’t sure he was processing the explanations right. How could someone be so reassuring one moment and suddenly become a virtual… toy store! “Ah… does… any of that um, help? W-with um…”
"Well, it certainly adds variety... Don't worry, things do come in different sizes- Oh dear." Shadowstar finally looked up at the mech he was supposed to be advising and noticed how... off-put he seemed. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think..." They were just toys...! Still, the Seeker put them back away, actively ignoring the grey mech for a moment to give him time to collect himself. "Um. As I was saying. They add variety, let you try new things. Also useful for going solo!"
“S-so… I could practice w-with them?” That made them a whole lot more palatable to the Helixian, though he still didn’t quite know if he could manage to buy them… of course he could talk to Hailstorm or Acid Storm. Practice would be a really good idea, maybe watch a few of those holos he had only caught a glimpse of now and again, the ones with interfacing.
"Of course you- Um. Haven't you?" Come to think of it, that would explain a little that hadn't quite made sense. It was rather bizarre, but Shadowstar liked to think that he kept most of his reaction off his face. "Anyway, yes, you can. And actively asking what he likes will help too." It would, most likely, be a welcome change, though Shadowstar didn't say that. The mech didn't need any more pressure! "Hm... Normally, I would give you a basic toy. I'm not so sure that's practical, though..."
“Practical?” What was practical about any of this! Apparently he had been expected to play with himself on a level far above the petting he had actually done. Seekers were all sex-crazed!
“So… I can please Sunstorm by pla-practicing and if I am more open to, um, experiencing new things?” It wasn’t that easy, he knew that! But he needed something to begin with, a direction to go in…
"Being a little more open to new experiences, yes. Practice will... well, it will come whether or not you do anything on your own. It's a matter of finding what you like, and that can be done alone or together." Shadowstar held his own hands quite firmly to avoid trying to 'show' the mech what he meant. "And practical..." With a wing-twitched shrug, Shadowstar pulled out one of his 'basic toys', a simple vibrating valve-toy. "If you think you can take it, go ahea- I mean, you can have it." Well... but he was able to take his mate. They toy probably wasn't as oversized for him as it seemed to be, then...
Bluestreak stared at the ‘thing’ as if it would bite him, not that it looked dangerous. Compared to some of the things the Seeker had been waving about before, it actually looked harmless. A smooth cylinder, much like a spike, roughly the size of Sunstorm’s in fact. “This is a simple toy? I won’t need to, um… know anything special to use it?”
That was a better reaction than before! "It turns on here. It's supposed to go in your valve, but try it elsewhere. The vibrations feel good anywhere... I bet your doors are enough like our wings, though that might be easier with another person... And you don't have to turn it on, either." Shadowstar smiled, pleased to be making some progress. At least he thought he was...
Reaching out hesitantly, Bluestreak took the cylinder, and turned it over in his hands. It would do for a few experiments, then he would talk to Hailstorm or Acid Storm, maybe Windsheer. “Thank you for your help, um… what are the rituals for respect to Zephyrus?”
Thoughts going on all manner of not completely welcome paths, Shadowstar ultimately shook his head and stood. "In this case, simply saying thank-you will suffice. And I do wish you both the best." He had made the mech quite embarrassed enough, no need for making him hug, or anything else!
“Oh… um, I should find Sunstorm then?” Bluestreak carefully put the toy into his subspace, he might have accepted it as a ‘practice’ tool, but he wasn’t going to go waving it about! Thanking the priest again, he gratefully left the niche and looked around to see if he could spot his mate. It wasn’t nearly as easy in this temple as it had been in Vector Sigma’s. Brightly colored Seekers were everywhere… doing things everywhere too.
"There. The gold one, right?" Shadowstar pointed on his way past, smiling again.
Sunstorm had been not-too-subtly watching the niche, and waved when the hieries pointed him out. Bluestreak looked at least a little cheerful, and massively embarrassed. Well, that wasn't terribly surprising, considering where they were.
“Can we go refuel some place quite? Private like?” Bluestreak wanted to talk to his mate before they ventured home. He needed to feel secure that Sunstorm wouldn’t touch him for a little while yet, well, touch him intimately at least.
Private and quiet... well, Sunstorm did know a place, though it was mostly quiet because of very good soundproofing. It would do, he thought. He hoped it would... "Sure, I think I know a place." He waited until they were back on the street to ask, "Feeling a bit better?" He didn't particularly care what had been said, or done... As long as Bluestreak was doing better, nothing else mattered!
“I think… I have some things to think over but… yeah, I feel better.” Smiling up at Sunstorm, he dared to reach out and touch the golden plating of the Seeker’s arm for a few brief seconds.
He stumbled a little, quite an overreaction to such a barely-there touch. His return smile was nervous, and Sunstorm really did try not to make too big a deal of it. But Bluestreak had touched him, in public! On a semi-busy street! "I'm glad to hear that. You look a lot happier."
For some reason Bluestreak couldn’t help flushing hotly, thoughts going to the toy in his subspace. Happy was as of yet debatable, but he had somewhere to start and that was more than he had had this morning. “I guess I am… I don’t feel abandoned anymore, if that makes sense?”
"Yes, it does make sense. It's a pretty horrible feeling, I know... I'm sorry, I should have suggested this sooner." It hadn't fully occurred to Sunstorm than Bluestreak wouldn't seek out his god at some point, though. Well, it didn't matter so much now. It had been done, and the past was over now... It was still a valuable lesson. "We're almost there..."
“No… you had your own things to struggle with, I thought about going a few times but I was just so angry and hurt that, yeah?” Shrugging, Bluestreak looked around himself, not recognizing the part of Vos they were in. Not that he had seen that much of Vos, really.
"Ahh. Yeah." He did understand... "Um. About the place we're going, I do know what people do there, but I really did bring you just because it is quite, and private. And the energon is good..." Sunstorm hadn't been planning on bringing that up, but maybe knowing would relax Bluestreak? Or at least make him less tense...
“You mean… it’s another ‘Seeker’ thing? I guess I’ll survive…” Bluestreak smiled nervously, it wasn’t like everywhere in this city wasn’t a make out spot for the flying mechs. Or a interfacing spot… “Do they have any ‘not-too-indecent’ candy?”
"Ah." Sunstorm wasn't fully sure what to say to that, mostly because his processor went right to imagining Bluestreak covered in the other type of candy... "Yes? You'll have to be careful eating it in any case, but I do think they have some relatively innocent candy..." It was basically all able to be enjoyed more than one way, but some was cleaner than others. "Ah, you might not want to look around much until we're seated, by the way..."
“I know… I just don’t get you need to display so much. Maybe I should have asked about that too, or could you explain it?” Bluestreak slanted an inquiring look at his mate, carefully keeping from looking too much at anything else in the building. He might have accepted a lot more now than in the morning but he still had no wish to see someone interface, thank you very much! Unless it was one of those films, maybe there were some with Seekers and Grounders in them… that would be better then Seekers only…
Why they needed... Sunstorm considered the answer as they were taken to their 'seats'. It was actually a small room, but Sunstorm left the sliding door open. "Well... we want to be seen?" He already knew what he wanted, and put his menu aside. "In a way... Possibly to show our claim? Or... Actually, I think it's more that we just... don't see any reason to hide? Passion is looked on favorably, all kinds of passion, and... we like feeling good, we like our mates feeling good. So..." He gestured around a little helplessly.
“Well… what’s wrong with feeling good in private? I mean this city, Vos, maybe the whole state is like one giant… display. Even a lone Seeker isn’t far from a touch, from mechs that might be total strangers.” Bluestreak shook his head a little, he wasn’t trying to argue the culture this time simply seeking explanations… seeking to maybe begin to understand.
"But why not feel good in public? Why not share pleasure with anyone who wants it? Especially..." Sunstorm wasn't completely sure how it had begun, but he thought he had an idea, at least. "We were mercenaries, you know that? So... it served to strengthen the ties between us. And we couldn't always go somewhere private..." He gave an unsure and slightly dismissive twitch of one wing. He wasn't very fond of history, no matter how important it was. "Oh. And it is the whole state, thought Vos is a little moreso."
“Whereas Helix has always been a trade state… I guess that makes sense in a way, what is that term again. Wing brother?” Bluestreak half mumbled as he perused the menu, it looked good, all of it, hum?
“Maybe a green plate? Is there candy with it, or just cubes?”
"Um, cubes and candy, though possibly more indecent than you want," Sunstorm answered, smiling at the mumble. "Wing brother, yeah, though that tends to be a closer term... Wind brother is more general,if you're interested." The distinction probably wouldn't really matter to Bluestreak... "I was going to have just a cube, myself, unless there was some candy you want me to have...?"
“Well, not really? You can have the indecent ones from my platter…” Putting the menu down he smiled carefully at his mate and wondered how to start talking about… well, everything. “You know… they both told me to try and um… loosen up about touching?”
"I'll try to behave with them..." Sunstorm answered, mostly keeping the suggestion from his tone. Once again, Bluestreak's question surprised him, though he was beginning to realize what his mate was doing. "Ah... It would... be nice? I... always worry that I'll lose you on the street, actually. And... I feel unable to really... comfort you..."
“It was never my intention to leave you feeling helpless or… unable to touch me. I wish I could just give you what it is you need but I have to take it slowly.” Even now that he had the proverbial go-ahead from someone nominally speaking for his god. He had found peace with Vector Sigma, and maybe also with Zephyrus… now he just needed to let go. It was frightening, but if his god thought him able, he must be!
"Oh, no, no! I know you didn't intend to, and I know how it is to be asked for something you can't give! Um... you'll still have to tell me if I push too much." That really could have gone without saying... but Sunstorm couldn't deny that he was nervous. "Um, may I...?" He was hesitant as he reached for Bluestreak's hand.
Completing the move, Bluestreak smiled shyly at his mate and squeezed lightly on the larger hand. It still made him flush, the situation oddly awkward… just how fast could he do this? Probably not fast enough for Sunstorm, but he knew that the golden Seeker would give him the time anyway. That alone made the mech incredible, add to that all the other things he had done and did to make Bluestreak feel at home and welcome, loved… Sunstorm was more than a ‘worthy’ mate, he was a loving, caring spark. “All I need is time, okay? And I promise that if I’m in doubt I’ll talk to you!”
He was smiling far too much over something so simple. Sunstorm kept his grip loose, so Bluestreak could pull away at any time. He would need to do that to eat, at the least! "That's as much as I can ask, Blue'. Now... the waiter will be coming soon. But after he's brought our order, I can close the door and they'll leave us alone until we'll leave." There was no need to state why...
“You make it sound like a dirty suggestion.” Bluestreak would probably have freaked out over it just a joor ago, but now… not so much, Sunstorm simply meant that they would have the privacy he needed. “I think… I think I would like to spend some time at the temple, Zephyrus' temple I mean? Just to get used to the whole thing, deal… can it be done without someone propositioning me?”
"It could be..." It wasn't going to be, and Sunstorm knew that. A moment later he was serious again, thinking about Bluestreak's request. "Well, I can ask my fellows not to proposition you, though they will be looking at you. ...You realize you are very attractive? So... I can't promise that others won't ask you. If anyone does ask, just smile and say no, you don't have to explain why." It would be... interesting, having Bluestreak around the temple... "Oh! Um... I... won't really be able to be off duty most of the time you're there..."
“Well, you keep telling me I am so yeah…” Bluestreak flushed and ducked his head, he didn’t really consider himself much of a looker. Maybe it was the fact that he was foreign, he had realized that having a ‘resonant’ was a very desired thing for most nobles, though it wasn’t very many of them that found their destined mates outside of Vos. “I think I can handle that, I hope I can anyway, and if not… I’ll leave, okay? And I know you will have to… that’s part of why I want to go? I need to learn to accept it and maybe seeing it will help…”
He was especially attractive all shy like that... Sunstorm wondered what Bluestreak would say to that, but he didn't find out. "If you don't mind others thinking you're doing something, you can also ask one of us to let you rest in a back room, if you need. And... if you think it will help it... probably will..." Sunstorm smiled, a little uncertain, but the waiter returned before anything more could really be said. The interruption was minimal, since they both knew what they wanted, and they were soon left alone again.
Bluestreak couldn’t help but giggle when he saw the content of his tray, Sunstorm had warned him. The wax constructs tasted wonderful, but they were near impossible to eat neatly. The little lead bites and gel cubes were a whole lot better, but if he were to guess the lead layer was so thin it would be a chore to get them into his mouth before they broke open. “What is it with the easily breaking stuff! Is it really that erotic to watch another refuel?”
"Well... yes." Sunstorm couldn't really stop smiling, pleased for the chance, finally, to share this with his mate. "You see..." He took one of the waxed candies and deliberately broke it over his hand. "You're supposed to think about being the one to lick it off..." The Seeker kept his licking less sensuous than he would have otherwise, with a very low moan for the taste of the goo. "I can show you, sometime, if you want," he finished, hand more or less clean again.
Watching wide opticked, Bluestreak flushed with heat and ducked nervously. It was strangely affecting to watch, he had to admit that. He just wasn’t entirely sure what it affected. Taking one of his cubes, he took a sip to fortify himself and then huffed. “When… When I feel ready, okay?”
"Of course," Sunstorm agreed, reaching for his own cube. It was... fun to tease Bluestreak, but he was almost terrified of pressing too far. It was a relief to even do this much... "What else did you want to know about? Or do you just want to try fueling?" He had forgotten how good the fuel actually was here, smooth and silky. It was meant to cling to plating, but it was still worth savoring for itself.
Shrugging lightly, the Helixian leaned back and huffed at the nice feel of the soft, giving surface of the recliner. “I didn’t really have any plans about what to talk of, just… everything? Wanting to get to know you without being terrified and feeling guilty at the same time. Not terrified of you, at least not much.” He was mech enough to admit that Sunstorm had been, still was, a little terrifying to his Helixian sensibilities.
"Good. I've tried not to be terrifying..." They talked then, of things that they should have discussed long ago. It was later than Sunstorm had expected when they left the restaurant. Time passed after that, an actual relationship growing, though slowly. Sunstorm was happy that any progress was being made, and even more happy that it seemed to be going rather smoothly. He still wanted to take Bluestreak shopping and spoil him a little, though.
“Why do your wings do that?” Bluestreak put his pad down and hung himself over the back of the chair he had been, sorta, sitting in. Since their ‘reconciliation’ they had begun to teach each other sensor panel and wing language… something that had actually helped improve their love making. Though it really still was mostly ‘just’ interfacing, Bluestreak felt a tiny bit guilty that he was still unable to fully give himself up to a merge.
"Huh?" Sunstorm looked up, confused for a moment. What had he... oh. "Um... unfocused desire, usually nonsexual. In this case... well, wondering if you'd ever want to go shopping. For, like, more household items!" Sunstorm smiled a little. "I've... not gotten to spoil you as much as I would like... I've certainly got enough to treat you to a little shopping spree. Or some other kind of spoiling, if you'd prefer..."
“Why do you want to spoil me? I mean, you’ve provided me with everything I need… a home, entertainment… yeah, pretty much anything I could ask for.” There was no sarcasm in the question, only pure curiosity. Bluestreak really didn’t know what he could want more, not on the physical, material side of things.
"Because... I've demanded so much from you. I have to make it up..." Sunstorm wasn't sure of the comparison, but... "It's... like you wanting to flirt? Spoiling a resonant is... honestly, it was one of my dreams, if I had one. Oh, but if you're happy with what we have, that's fine! Smothering you would be as bad as not giving you enough!" Golden wings twitched in humor.
“I don’t get it… but you could always show me where you buy those gel cubes? I’m all for being spoiled with candy!” Bluestreak was ‘all for candy’ in general, it was the one thing he couldn’t help but love. The Seekers made it in so many ways and so many different flavors it almost made him dizzy, in Helix candy had been mostly homemade and yeah…
"Careful... You know that means I'm going to start bringing you gifts, right?" Sunstorm asked, wings moving happily. Finally, something he could do for his mate! "Did you want me to show you now?" It was his day off, so they certainly had the time.
“If you have nothing else that needs doing? Getting out of here for a little is a good idea, I think.” Oh, Bluestreak had actually come to like the apartment, but that didn’t mean he liked being cooped up. He was just still too shy to go out alone, especially knowing that most Seekers ‘wanted’ a resonant for mate. Or for a lover, even if ‘he’ wasn’t their own.
He stood, and over-dramatically offered his hand to Bluestreak. "I would not have offered otherwise. Let's go, then." He was teasing and he knew it... Sunstorm was somewhat aware of the fact that Bluestreak didn't leave the apartment alone, but that would (probably) fade in time, and in the meantime, Sunstorm got to see his first reactions to almost any new place.
Sunstorm could be so silly at times, it was okay though… it made him giggle and feel good. Bondmates were supposed to be like that, loving, caring, making each other laugh. Bluestreak could even feel a sense of pride now, taking Sunstorm’s hand and knowing that the Seekers glancing their way wanted him, and probably also Sunstorm… not that he was going to ‘give’ them either one. Not on Sunstorm’s day off, the only days when the golden Seeker was truly his. “So… any idea what we should buy, or do you want to just browse?”
"No, no... This is about you! What do you want to buy? But... if I see something I really want, I'll tell you." Sunstorm made a mental note to actually point out a few things. It really wasn't good to consistently deny that he had his own desires... something he should have remembered sooner. Right now, though, he wanted to watch Bluestreak look around... Well, he wanted to watch Bluestreak move. The Helixian was a lot more relaxed recently, and he moved so fluidly...
“I’ll ask you about everything anyway, Sun’!” Bluestreak couldn’t help but laugh at the insistence though, it was sweet. He supposed it was possible to get used to be treated like a treasure, and a lover, at some point. “Is that the store?” The building was a tower, an aerie, like all other Seeker buildings.
He had to look about fast to be sure, but, "Yes. This is it. It's on the way to and from work..." They had a lot of things inside... including hyperactive winglets with watchful creators. Sunstorm kind of enjoyed watching them. "So, let's take a look at what you like, Blue."
“Just tell me if there is something you know I won’t like the taste of?” Bluestreak happily immersed himself in the store’s, shop’s, offerings, to his delight they often had tiny bits of the candy out for tasting. It was wonderful! If a little bit messy, he did his best not to let it be too messy… or too tempting.
It was nice to see sparklings, though it was a little bit unnerving to find himself being stared at with awe or thoughtfulness by tiny Seekerlings with big golden optics.
"Sure..." Sunstorm answered, though he wasn't sure that Bluestreak really heard him. He mostly followed behind Bluestreak, grinning as his mate tried things and selected some candies to buy. The golden Seeker couldn't help himself when Bluestreak got some blue gel all over his hand, catching the appendage and sucking the sweet energon off, but that was the only time Sunstorm really pushed at all. "Blue tastes good on you," Sunstorm stated, the smallest bit defensive, as he stepped away from Bluestreak.
Watching the action in an almost detached way, Bluestreak was surprised when Sunstorm’s words brought him back to his, now hot, chassis with a jolt. He licked his own dermas and tried to speak, an action that resulted in a small choked sound. Shaking his head a bit, he smiled weakly.
“You… you like to do that?” Half way a question, half way an accusation. Bluestreak didn’t know what to do now, he didn’t want to discourage his mate by just pulling away but he was getting uncomfortable and… hot.
Oh, Bluestreak looked good like that, startled and flushed... "I do." Sunstorm was aware that they were being watched, but didn't deem it important. "I would like to do more..." He let go of the hand, and motioned at the shop. "But you are here to shop. We can do more when you are done." He loved the fact that Bluestreak would even let him do as much as this... Sunstorm liked his own derma, making sure he'd collected all the energon.
Um… Bluestreak had to turn when Sunstorm started licking his own dermas, heat skyrocketing. He knew that most of the Seekers, and probably the few grounders too, were observing them and felt both embarrassment and… and something else at the thought. Seekers were all perverts! “Sure… sh-shop. Um… what’s over there?” It was more to say something, since he started walking before the words were out.
Sunstorm laughed as Bluestreak hurried away, and followed at a more sedate pace. "Ooh. Don't hold this stuff too long, it liquefies with heat. Almost always need a bath after..." Bluestreak might not be listening, it didn't matter. He was still fun to watch.
Perverts, so totally perverts, all of them. Sending Sunstorm a challenging look, Bluestreak took a box of the treats and dumped them in the shopping basket before stalking off to another enticing display. He was pretty sure the Seeker had ‘won’ there, but he wasn’t going to admit to that! His doorwings were already fluttering, announcing his condition to anyone knowing anything about Helixian panel speak. Pretty much only Sunstorm, likely at least… slag him!
Ooh, and didn't that little look and action up his core temperature. Hopefully they could do something when they got home... Sunstorm honestly tried to behave himself as Bluestreak moved about. Fluttering panels did not at all help! Sunstorm badly wanted to touch them, and he was pretty sure he recognized invitations to do just that.
Sunstorm got… sort of possessive? It was hard to explain, but from what he had learned as of yet, the golden Seeker’s movements and wing stance told everyone who cared to look, the whole freaking store, that Bluestreak was his. Possessive was the wrong word though, Seekers were odd about that, and a few of the lone mechs were beginning to give each other measuring looks. It was surprisingly arousing and he had to get out of here! He wasn’t going to let his first anything involving other Seekers then Sunstorm happen like this… knew himself well enough to know he would regret it. “Pay for it, we’re going home… now, fast please?”
Recognizing the near desperation in his mate's tone, Sunstorm did as requested, hurrying through the purchase. At least his people understood the urge of some new resonants to keep some things private. It tended to change as they spent time here... Sunstorm was fully aware that he was distracting himself. On the streets, he kept from touching Bluestreak mostly to ensure they did reach their apartment... It was rather novel to feel this way with his mate!
Getting home was a relief and Bluestreak didn’t even consider emptying his subspace before tugging Sunstorm towards their berth room. Even after his talks with the priests and a few somewhat uncomfortable visits to Zephyrus' temple… no, he hadn’t tried actually feeling desire like this. He wanted Sunstorm to touch him, kiss him, and make him feel good, better than good. “I want this… I want you to make me feel good?”
Bluestreak had never actually approached, not like this, pressing against him the moment they reached the berth room, looking at him with pleading optics and half parted derma. Oh, Sunstorm had got Bluestreak to look like that before, but Bluestreak had never approached like that. It made ALL the difference, and Sunstorm groaned a little as he wrapped his arms around his mate and half carried him to the berth, peppering his face with light kisses the whole way.
It seemed it had been the right thing to do, for them both. Sunstorm seemed less tense, less, no, not less careful but… less restrained? It was hard to explain even to himself, and right now he was too hot to really care, too hungry. There was nothing wrong with feeling desire! “Sun’… mm I want, I want you.”
"Mm... Bluestreak, that sounds so good..." It really did, and Sunstorm wanted Bluestreak to know. "I want to make you feel good... I want to love you..." He began to kiss his way down, starting from the jaw to the neck, stroking Bluestreak's front and sides as he did so. Sunstorm didn't touch the doors yet, feeling playful, wanting more sounds from his mate.
Which he had never really allowed the Seeker to do... Bluestreak moaned, pushing the guilt back as best he could. If this was going to be their real first time, he wouldn’t be the one to taint it! “Please do! I want to feel…” Stroking the larger mech’s helmet and shoulders, he eventually reached for his wings with hands that already shook.
"Aah! Ahh, Blue...!" Sunstorm pressed his wing into the shaking hold, reaching for Bluestreak's wings at the same time. Sometime they would have to try overloading each other just from groping wings like this... Oh, this was good, the personal desire, wanting and being wanted for who they were... "Top edge... ailerons," Sunstorm reminded, bending down to nip and nuzzle Bluestreak's bumper.
He knew that, he thought… not that it was easy to think with Sunstorm’s hands on him, on his doorwings. Bluestreak returned the touches as best he could, being smaller and just about processor stalled.
Or they could overload each other now, which seemed to be where they were going... "Ooohh! Blue, yes..." Sunstorm wasn't bothered by Bluestreak's occasional faltering... It was just so much fun to make him falter, to feel the results!
It was safe to say it was the best interfacing they had ever had. Bluestreak knew it was because he hadn’t needed to be coaxed into it, or pushed into it by his own bond driven need. Throwing his inhibitions away also made him realize that he loved Sunstorm’s touch. It was startling…
He was still hesitant and unsure, it wasn’t like a little ‘playing’ was a miracle cure but… there was a definite easing between them, and a new depth to their mergings. Not enough to make it what Bluestreak had always wanted, but better, nearer.
Sunstorm would have been happy with what he and Bluestreak had now, if he hadn't know that there could be more. It seemed to be the kind of thing that would only be cured by time now, and that was fine, that was expected.