The Best Part of Waking Up
Please note that this IS slash (as in man on man action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.
Title: The Best Part of Waking Up (is an incubus suckin' your co*k)
Pairing: Centaur Lockdown/ Incubus Devcon
Verse: Mythic'verse
Rating: so very Mature NC-17 doesn't do the trick. … This seems to be the theme with Mytic'verse.
Warning: lots and lots and lots of male pronoun sex. LOTS.
Summery: Lockdown likes the way Devcon starts the day. Not so much that he has to leave...
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Lockdown woke in a haze of lust. He moaned as something lapped at his throbbing cock. He reached an arm out, but Devcon wasn't at his side. His shaft was suddenly engulfed by a warm, moist heat that made him fall back into the pillows.
“Mmm, morning Dev baby,” he groaned. “Time for breakfast already?”
The pale, former centaur, lifted his hips as he was sucked. Soft moans escaped him as his lover worked for his meal. He sprawled back on the sheets and purred as a hand cupped his sack and massaged it. He writhed in pleasure for a moment or two before he let himself cum. His tattooed toes curled as his dick squirted its load into the wet throat. Strong mussels tightened along the entire length of his gushing cock and gulped. He was milked for a pleasingly long about of time, and he didn't mind in the least.
“Damn,” he chuckled as Devcon's face appeared between his thighs once he was finished. “Best part of waking up.”
The brunette rose from the bed licking his lips, already in his uniform. Lockdown propped himself up on his elbows. His cock throbbed, painfully erect after his lover's much wanted attentions.
“Though you had the day off,” he said, mood dark.
“I did.” Devcon straightened his tie. “We got called in.”
“We?” Lockdown demanded, rising to his knees.
“Jazz is my partner.” Devcon shot him, his ice blue eyes board. “We go everywhere together.”
“I think you forget who your real partner is,” Lockdown growled, moving to the end of the bed. “You spend more time with Jazz then me.”
“We've spent milenia together,” Devcon snapped. “It's not my fault I've had to assimilate into human society.”
Lockdown grabbed his mate's arm and pulled him close. “Don't go,” he growled. “I don't want you to leave yet.”
“You don't get to make that choice,” the incubus said. “Break your curse, and you can be with me 24/7. But until then, I have a partner that needs me.”
Lockdown growled and threw his mate onto the bed. The incubus landed face down with a squawk as Lockdown crawled on top of him, pinning him with his hips. The former centaur growled as he tugged down the tight black dress pants just enough to squeeze his enormous organ into the tight ass.
“I am your only partner!” Lockdown's hips snapped forward as he roughly fucked Devcon into the mattress.
“Lockdooown,” the brunette howled, pushing back against the pumping hips that would have torn through a mortal lover. “M-My uniform!”
“Fuck the uniform!” Lockdown roared.
Devcon writhed beneath him, mewling, his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a dog. Lockdown snarled and came, pumping right though his climax towards another. Devcon wailed, riding each trust as he panted.
“L-Lockdwon!” he cried.
The centaur didn't stop. He came again, and again. Forcing the incubus to take in his seed. He came again, breaking out into a sweat as Devcon gorged himself on the meal. When the brunette finally stopped howling, Lockdown leaned in close, his hips rocking slow.
“Just remember,” he purred, biting the incubus’s ear. “Jazz is only a mortal. He can't feed you like I can. He'll never fill you the way I do.”
He hissed and came one last time. Devcon made a strangled moaning sound before burring his face in the pillow and lay still. Satisfied his point had been made, Lockdown withdrew from the hot body and rolled onto his back next to his lover. The incubus moaned and shifted into Lockdown's side, rubbing his stomach.
“Fucking hell Lockdown,” he moaned, nuzzling the tattooed neck. “I hate to binge eat, I'm going to be bloated and fat the rest of the day.”
Lockdown took the brunette's chin and lifted it up for a better angled kiss. He smiled as Devcon moaned into his mouth and his hands kneaded his abs.
“I just needed to remind you why you come to me when you're hungry.”
Devcon glared and pulled away. “I'm hardly your only source of release.”
“You still mad about those-”
“I'm not about any of your indiscretions.” Devcon snapped. “I'm mad that you hold me to a double standard.”
“What?”
Devcon growled and thrashed out of bed, an ugly glare on his handsome face. “Incubi and Centaurs are anything but monogamous creatures. Why should I be loyal to a single meal when you entertain yourself with anyone that will spread their legs?”
“Because I'm the only one that can satisfy you, and you're mine.”
“And you're mine,” the inucbi counted. “But you don't see me freaking out every time your eyes wander.”
Lockdown rolled his eyes. True, he was just about as far from monogamous as you could get, but he was also possessive to the same extreme. Just the thought of Devcon feeding off someone else put him into a jealous rage.
He gave up trying to figuer out words to explain in. Instead, he pulled Devcon's hips to him and nuzzled his lover's chest. “Can't help it,” he mumbled. “Feel like you'll leave if ya get a better offer.”
Devcon surprised him. The brunette smiled and leaned in, capturing his lips in a quick kiss.
“Don't lose your head,” he chuckled. “I choose to stay in this bed for a reason.”
“What's the reason?” Lockdown demanded.
“That's my secret.” The brunette grinned and winked before heading out the door.
“At least if you're going to feed on Jazz call me so I can watch!” Lockdown shouted after the retreating ass.
Title: The Best Part of Waking Up (is an incubus suckin' your co*k)
Pairing: Centaur Lockdown/ Incubus Devcon
Verse: Mythic'verse
Rating: so very Mature NC-17 doesn't do the trick. … This seems to be the theme with Mytic'verse.
Warning: lots and lots and lots of male pronoun sex. LOTS.
Summery: Lockdown likes the way Devcon starts the day. Not so much that he has to leave...
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Lockdown woke in a haze of lust. He moaned as something lapped at his throbbing cock. He reached an arm out, but Devcon wasn't at his side. His shaft was suddenly engulfed by a warm, moist heat that made him fall back into the pillows.
“Mmm, morning Dev baby,” he groaned. “Time for breakfast already?”
The pale, former centaur, lifted his hips as he was sucked. Soft moans escaped him as his lover worked for his meal. He sprawled back on the sheets and purred as a hand cupped his sack and massaged it. He writhed in pleasure for a moment or two before he let himself cum. His tattooed toes curled as his dick squirted its load into the wet throat. Strong mussels tightened along the entire length of his gushing cock and gulped. He was milked for a pleasingly long about of time, and he didn't mind in the least.
“Damn,” he chuckled as Devcon's face appeared between his thighs once he was finished. “Best part of waking up.”
The brunette rose from the bed licking his lips, already in his uniform. Lockdown propped himself up on his elbows. His cock throbbed, painfully erect after his lover's much wanted attentions.
“Though you had the day off,” he said, mood dark.
“I did.” Devcon straightened his tie. “We got called in.”
“We?” Lockdown demanded, rising to his knees.
“Jazz is my partner.” Devcon shot him, his ice blue eyes board. “We go everywhere together.”
“I think you forget who your real partner is,” Lockdown growled, moving to the end of the bed. “You spend more time with Jazz then me.”
“We've spent milenia together,” Devcon snapped. “It's not my fault I've had to assimilate into human society.”
Lockdown grabbed his mate's arm and pulled him close. “Don't go,” he growled. “I don't want you to leave yet.”
“You don't get to make that choice,” the incubus said. “Break your curse, and you can be with me 24/7. But until then, I have a partner that needs me.”
Lockdown growled and threw his mate onto the bed. The incubus landed face down with a squawk as Lockdown crawled on top of him, pinning him with his hips. The former centaur growled as he tugged down the tight black dress pants just enough to squeeze his enormous organ into the tight ass.
“I am your only partner!” Lockdown's hips snapped forward as he roughly fucked Devcon into the mattress.
“Lockdooown,” the brunette howled, pushing back against the pumping hips that would have torn through a mortal lover. “M-My uniform!”
“Fuck the uniform!” Lockdown roared.
Devcon writhed beneath him, mewling, his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a dog. Lockdown snarled and came, pumping right though his climax towards another. Devcon wailed, riding each trust as he panted.
“L-Lockdwon!” he cried.
The centaur didn't stop. He came again, and again. Forcing the incubus to take in his seed. He came again, breaking out into a sweat as Devcon gorged himself on the meal. When the brunette finally stopped howling, Lockdown leaned in close, his hips rocking slow.
“Just remember,” he purred, biting the incubus’s ear. “Jazz is only a mortal. He can't feed you like I can. He'll never fill you the way I do.”
He hissed and came one last time. Devcon made a strangled moaning sound before burring his face in the pillow and lay still. Satisfied his point had been made, Lockdown withdrew from the hot body and rolled onto his back next to his lover. The incubus moaned and shifted into Lockdown's side, rubbing his stomach.
“Fucking hell Lockdown,” he moaned, nuzzling the tattooed neck. “I hate to binge eat, I'm going to be bloated and fat the rest of the day.”
Lockdown took the brunette's chin and lifted it up for a better angled kiss. He smiled as Devcon moaned into his mouth and his hands kneaded his abs.
“I just needed to remind you why you come to me when you're hungry.”
Devcon glared and pulled away. “I'm hardly your only source of release.”
“You still mad about those-”
“I'm not about any of your indiscretions.” Devcon snapped. “I'm mad that you hold me to a double standard.”
“What?”
Devcon growled and thrashed out of bed, an ugly glare on his handsome face. “Incubi and Centaurs are anything but monogamous creatures. Why should I be loyal to a single meal when you entertain yourself with anyone that will spread their legs?”
“Because I'm the only one that can satisfy you, and you're mine.”
“And you're mine,” the inucbi counted. “But you don't see me freaking out every time your eyes wander.”
Lockdown rolled his eyes. True, he was just about as far from monogamous as you could get, but he was also possessive to the same extreme. Just the thought of Devcon feeding off someone else put him into a jealous rage.
He gave up trying to figuer out words to explain in. Instead, he pulled Devcon's hips to him and nuzzled his lover's chest. “Can't help it,” he mumbled. “Feel like you'll leave if ya get a better offer.”
Devcon surprised him. The brunette smiled and leaned in, capturing his lips in a quick kiss.
“Don't lose your head,” he chuckled. “I choose to stay in this bed for a reason.”
“What's the reason?” Lockdown demanded.
“That's my secret.” The brunette grinned and winked before heading out the door.
“At least if you're going to feed on Jazz call me so I can watch!” Lockdown shouted after the retreating ass.