I believe a Happy Birthday's in order!
Happy Birthday nkfloofiepoof. I hope it's a good one, and to begin the festivities, let's give you some smut! I'm a bit displeased with how some stuff came out, but the sketchy look is totally intentional.
THIS PICTURE AND SUBSEQUENT PWP NAMELESS DRABBLE ARE NOT SAFE FOR WORK.
BIG BAD WARNINGS FOR IMPLIED PLUG N PLAY AND STICKLY-LIKE MECH SECKZ AND FLUIDS APLENTY!
Seriously. You've been warned.
He flinched, feeling the large piece of whatever it is that was sliding into his slick port become too big for his insides, forcing the pliable walls of his port to expand to accommodate the intruder. Moisture kept flowing through his insides, coating the invading object, making it easier for his lover to slide into him. He heard Prime release a long, lustful groan, and the arms around his middle held him a little tighter, bringing them close enough to exchange paint.
Starscream heard something click and before he could begin to wonder about it, he felt the spikes connect with the diminutive indentations within the walls of his port, sending a myriad of sensory input, then he felt the spikes scratch against the walls as they were dragged out of him. The spikes at the base and up to the middle retracted, but those from the middle to the top held in place, locking him and Prime together, and Starscream knew at this point, breaking free would be nigh impossible and extremely painful.
He did not think about that, however, hissing in a mixture of pleasure and slight pain as Prime thrust into him again, feeling the retracted spikes spring out again, connecting their tips to the indentations within his port.
Starscream groaned and arched against the Prime's body, whimpering unabashed as the inner walls of his port were scrapped and scratched by the spines that did not retract with every movement the Autobot did to pull away, only to thrust back into him, connecting the indentations with the tips of the spikes, sending jolt after jolt of delicious sensorial input and packets of data streaming into him in lapses in tempo with Optimus' thrusts.
The seeker moaned his lover's designation, beginning to rock his own hips against the Prime's trying to lengthen the duration of the connection between the spikes and the indentations, but his actions only served to speed up his lover's thrusts. The jolts of connections being made and then broken as suddenly as they first came, the scrapping of the spines against the walls of the by now slick port, and the friction produced by the moisture that now leaked between his legs were driving him further and further into a wild overload.
He could feel Prime heating up inside of him, the spikes burning so hot, and forcing his insides to produce even more moisture in feeble attempts to cool down the pliable metal. Drop after drop dripped from his port's opening, staining his white thighs and producing a little sound as Prime's hips pressed against it with each thrust, transferring some of the moisture to his armor.
Without warning, Starscream felt himself pushed to the ground, off the Prime's lap he had been sitting on, and forced to support himself on his hands and knees. The new position allowed his lover to thrust faster and harder at a new angle, sliding deeper into Starscream's port. The thrusts picked up in tempo, and Starscream moaned, the rocking of his hips matching the other mech's thrusts. He cried out and tensed as he felt a hand reach for a turbine, groping the heel in a mixture of gentle but hard pressure.
Starscream gasped, feeling the Prime's other hand come down to his groin, collecting some of the drops of moisture flowing from his port with his fingers, reaching then below his waist for a bundle of exposed cables left hanging from their previous coupling. The seeker cried out again, feeling Prime's fingers play with the cables, spreading the moisture over them, squeezing, tugging, all the while thrusting madly into the Decepticon flyer.
As the barrage of pulses sent by the interrupted connections between the spikes and indentations became more frenzied and erratic, Starscream felt his overload approach rapidly, and he knew Prime wasn't far behind. A few hard thrusts in the right angle brought a howl of pleasure as Starscream reached his climax, the walls of his port tightened almost painfully around the invading Prime, spikes pressing as firmly and hard as they could, almost digging into the metal, preventing him from moving any further. A rush of a hot fluid washed over the trapped object, and Prime grunted his release, and a flow of coolant erupted from him, cooling down his heated plates along with Starscream's port, turning into a gel that cooled the metal quickly but gently.
Starscream collapsed over the ground on the brink of recharge, ignoring the puddle of coolant that brushed against his legs and groin, further coating the exposed cabling. Prime leaned against the seeker, carefully maneuvering himself and his lover so they'd lay on their sides, still connected.
Starscream pressed closer against Prime, whimpering a little as the spines still inside of him scratched his port's walls, still hypersensitive after their act of passion. The seeker felt his lover's arms wrap around him and could barely remain online long enough to hear Prime whisper to him 'Happy creation annyversary.'
THIS PICTURE AND SUBSEQUENT PWP NAMELESS DRABBLE ARE NOT SAFE FOR WORK.
BIG BAD WARNINGS FOR IMPLIED PLUG N PLAY AND STICKLY-LIKE MECH SECKZ AND FLUIDS APLENTY!
Seriously. You've been warned.
He flinched, feeling the large piece of whatever it is that was sliding into his slick port become too big for his insides, forcing the pliable walls of his port to expand to accommodate the intruder. Moisture kept flowing through his insides, coating the invading object, making it easier for his lover to slide into him. He heard Prime release a long, lustful groan, and the arms around his middle held him a little tighter, bringing them close enough to exchange paint.
Starscream heard something click and before he could begin to wonder about it, he felt the spikes connect with the diminutive indentations within the walls of his port, sending a myriad of sensory input, then he felt the spikes scratch against the walls as they were dragged out of him. The spikes at the base and up to the middle retracted, but those from the middle to the top held in place, locking him and Prime together, and Starscream knew at this point, breaking free would be nigh impossible and extremely painful.
He did not think about that, however, hissing in a mixture of pleasure and slight pain as Prime thrust into him again, feeling the retracted spikes spring out again, connecting their tips to the indentations within his port.
Starscream groaned and arched against the Prime's body, whimpering unabashed as the inner walls of his port were scrapped and scratched by the spines that did not retract with every movement the Autobot did to pull away, only to thrust back into him, connecting the indentations with the tips of the spikes, sending jolt after jolt of delicious sensorial input and packets of data streaming into him in lapses in tempo with Optimus' thrusts.
The seeker moaned his lover's designation, beginning to rock his own hips against the Prime's trying to lengthen the duration of the connection between the spikes and the indentations, but his actions only served to speed up his lover's thrusts. The jolts of connections being made and then broken as suddenly as they first came, the scrapping of the spines against the walls of the by now slick port, and the friction produced by the moisture that now leaked between his legs were driving him further and further into a wild overload.
He could feel Prime heating up inside of him, the spikes burning so hot, and forcing his insides to produce even more moisture in feeble attempts to cool down the pliable metal. Drop after drop dripped from his port's opening, staining his white thighs and producing a little sound as Prime's hips pressed against it with each thrust, transferring some of the moisture to his armor.
Without warning, Starscream felt himself pushed to the ground, off the Prime's lap he had been sitting on, and forced to support himself on his hands and knees. The new position allowed his lover to thrust faster and harder at a new angle, sliding deeper into Starscream's port. The thrusts picked up in tempo, and Starscream moaned, the rocking of his hips matching the other mech's thrusts. He cried out and tensed as he felt a hand reach for a turbine, groping the heel in a mixture of gentle but hard pressure.
Starscream gasped, feeling the Prime's other hand come down to his groin, collecting some of the drops of moisture flowing from his port with his fingers, reaching then below his waist for a bundle of exposed cables left hanging from their previous coupling. The seeker cried out again, feeling Prime's fingers play with the cables, spreading the moisture over them, squeezing, tugging, all the while thrusting madly into the Decepticon flyer.
As the barrage of pulses sent by the interrupted connections between the spikes and indentations became more frenzied and erratic, Starscream felt his overload approach rapidly, and he knew Prime wasn't far behind. A few hard thrusts in the right angle brought a howl of pleasure as Starscream reached his climax, the walls of his port tightened almost painfully around the invading Prime, spikes pressing as firmly and hard as they could, almost digging into the metal, preventing him from moving any further. A rush of a hot fluid washed over the trapped object, and Prime grunted his release, and a flow of coolant erupted from him, cooling down his heated plates along with Starscream's port, turning into a gel that cooled the metal quickly but gently.
Starscream collapsed over the ground on the brink of recharge, ignoring the puddle of coolant that brushed against his legs and groin, further coating the exposed cabling. Prime leaned against the seeker, carefully maneuvering himself and his lover so they'd lay on their sides, still connected.
Starscream pressed closer against Prime, whimpering a little as the spines still inside of him scratched his port's walls, still hypersensitive after their act of passion. The seeker felt his lover's arms wrap around him and could barely remain online long enough to hear Prime whisper to him 'Happy creation annyversary.'