My Pleasure Bot
Please note that this IS slash (as in manbot on manbot action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.
Title: My Pleasure Bot
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: G1/IDW-AU- where strong mechs are aloud to own others
Rating: Mature, NC-17
Warning: bot smex, some non-con (as in Devcon is a pleasure bot against his will but loves getting fragged by Lockdown)
Summery: Lockdown comes home to his feisty pleasure bot and addresses his disrespectful attitude.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
Note: Done as an RP with my baby glacierSCIENCE (who played Devcon) but cleaned up by me to read as a story.
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Lockdown boarded “The Death's Head” after a successful hunt. “Devcon baby,” he called, hanging up his hook. “Daddy's home.”
“About time.” His pleasure bot stood outside the door to the berthroom, arms crossed and visage irritated. The mech was sleek, painted a dusty blue, though is face was stark white and his feet bright red. He as quite the odd sit, and Lockdown loved it. "At least leave me something to do next time your gone so long."
Lockdown took his mech by the collar around his neck and yanked him close. “Is that how you talk to me now Dev?” He jerked the bot to his chest and wrapped an arm around the small waist. “I didn't hear a 'please master' in there.”
Devcon glared and flashed his denta. "Going to punish me for being bad 'Master?"
“No, I'm kind, I'll let that slid.” He grabbed Devcon's aft roughly and pushed him against against his hot cod piece. “But I'm going to have to frag that bad attitude out of you. Did you get a dildo stuck up your tailpipe again?”
"Like a dildo could do slag for me after being used to you," the Autobot spat, trying to push himself away. "Nothing like coming online and not being able to walk, you bastard."
“You sound ungrateful,” Lockdown snarled, pushing Devcon toward the door to the room. “You should show me how much you enjoy my hospitality.”
Devcon snarled and pushed away. The slick floor and the rough movement make the pleasure bot slip. Devcon flailed and grabbed onto Lockdown to keep him from falling. The dark bounty hunter was pulled into the fall and both bots found themselves on the floor. Their hips ground together as the pleasure bot wiggled beneath his master. Lockdown smiled and rocked his hips, what a wonderful turn of events.
“A good start to show your appreciation, but your attitude still needs to be addressed.” He ground his hips between Devcon's thighs. “I could get you a shock collar if you like.”
"Pain may be a fast learner.” Devcon gritted his denta, but couldn't keep a moan from escaping his lips. “But it isn't an effective one."
“My little pleasure bot, I'd never dream of hurting you.” Lockdown pressed his finger to Devcon's panel and it slid aside like he'd programmed it to do. “But if your attitude doesn't show improvement, I'm going to have do something about it.” He kissed Devcon's throat, his spike pressurizing fast. “Maybe having a sparkling in your chamber will get you to do as your master says.”
Devcon's optics flared bright, vents stuttering to a halt. Words tried to come out of his vocaliser but his parted lips uttered no sound.
“That's what I thought,” Lockdown snarled. “Now be a good little bot and be nice to you master.” Lockdown thrust inside his pleasure bot's port. “YES, I love coming home to you! Your so hot!” he moaned as the hot valve tightened around him, drawing him in deeper.
Devcon moaned and arched his back, squeeze tight around the thick cord moving inside him. Lockdown grinned, biting Devcon's neck as he rocked back and forth. His pleasure bot was more then accommodating tonight. He came quickly, but he was far from satisfied. Pushing himself up, he gathered Devcon into his arms. “Oh I have plans for you,” Lockdown purred, carrying his mech into the berthroom. “Many many plans.”
Devcon made an indignant noise. "I can still walk you know!"
“Not for long you won't.” Lockdown dumped Devcon onto the berth, smirking. “Not after I'm through with you.”
Devcon started up at him, looking slightly sheepish. "Why me? You could afford the highest-paid pleasure bot, why is it me on your berth?"
“You're complaining?” Lockdown asked, pushing the blue bot's legs apart. “Do you want me to get myself another pleasure bot?”
"Just shocked. I'm nothing to look at." Devcon admitted. “I don't have the sleek builds sought after by most mechs.”
“How long have I had you?” Lockdown said, pulling Devcon's supple hips to the end of the berth. “You should know me by now.” He ran a thumb around the port that was still hot and lubricated, just as unsatisfied as he was. “I'm not most mechs. I don't want some broken, yes-bot. I want...” he ran his hand down Devcon's chest, between his legs and down his thighs. “I want a bot with fire, with spirit.” He slid a finger around the waiting port. “I wanted a bot so wild I had to collar him myself. I wanted you.”
"How is it you irritate me to the point I want to murder you, and then say things like that?" Devcon said, his optics reflecting a glimmer of sad happiness.
Lockdown smirked and leaned over his pleasure bot, burying his spike deep in the hot port. “Cuz when I try to tell you things like that you don't listen. I have ta get you on your back to get you to listine.” He rocked his hips and slid his hands up the sleek frame. “Like this: You're prettier then all those over priced junk heaps that call themselves pleasure bots. And ten times more talented.”
"You're a fragger," Devcon moaned, rocking his hips into the thrusts. "But unlike the rest of the Decepticons, you aren't just a useless braggart."
“Flattery? From you?” Lockdown chuckled and kissed the open mouth. “Tell me my beautiful pleasure bot, why do you put up with me?”
"Other then you owning me? Like anybot else could put up with your slag. If I am to submit, I will only do so to my equal."
Devcon glossa snaked into the hot mouth. Lockdown let the frisky mech play for a moment before pulling away.“If I took off that collar, I'd have myself more then a match wouldn't I?” he said, sly smile playing at his lips.
Devcon smirked and ran a finger along the black metal around his neck. "Think you could handle me?"
Lockdown grabbed hold of Devcon's waist and yanked him down, impaling the pleasure bot on his spike. “I can handle you just fine, but I'm not taking off you collar to find out.” Devcon howled as Lockdown kissed his neck. “I like you right where you are. In my berth, on my spike. I'd never risk you running off. You're mine forever.”
Devcon bit one of Lockdown's protruding neck prongs. "Possessive bastard! I'm not one of your playthings!"
“Everything I take has a purposive. What use would I have for a bot with fancy curves and paint? What gets my engine humming is armor, skill and spirit, all of which you have in spades. You are the best trophy I ever took,” Lockdown growled. “You're everything I want and more. Of course I'm possessive. You're perfect.”
"That is both bullshit and romantic." Devcon said, rocking his hips.
The bounty hunter moaned as he nearly came as the tight vale squeezed around him. The mischievous little pleasure bot thought he would be sated quickly, but Lockdown had been away for cycles, dreaming of Devcon and his flashing optics and his hot little port. The pleasure bot wasn't getting up for a long, long time.
“I don't know how to be anything else.” Lockdown swiveled his hips and pressed the head of his spike against the sensors deep in Devcon's port. “Now come for me,” he purred. “Or do I have to get creative to get you off?
Devcon shouted in pleasure, vents stuttering, plating hot to the touch. There was no more beautiful sight then Devcon in ecstasy and Lockdown marveled every time. The way he arched his back, frame shuttering with pent up energy, all the sourness was discarded, and all that remained was pure bliss, it was exquisite. The dark bounty hunter smirked. He was the only one that could bring Devcon to this level of release, only him. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around Devcon's little used spike and began stroking it. Up and down he went, rubbing his thumb in circles around the head. The Autobot overloaded hard, his frame quaking in release. The energy poured put of him like a sieve.
“That's it Dev,” he moaned as mech fluid dribbled down his hand. “Enjoy it.”
Devcon's overload fed back through his spike into him. The chaotic energy exploded in a surge of mech fluid that filled the pleasure bot's port and valve. Tried, but not exhausted, Lockdown loomed over his lover. His optics hungerly took in the sight of Devcon post overload. Condensation sparkled like tiny diamonds over his frame as Lockdown's fluid slowly dribbled out of the still full valve. The dark bounty hunter licked his lips and then kissed his pleasure bot. One day he'd delete the protocols and firewalls that kept his mech fluid out of Devcon's reproductive chamber. But not today.
“Did I knock you offline?” He teased when no biting comments interrupted his after glow.
"Mm?" Devcon looked up at Lockdown sleepily. “Had to... do a reboot.”
Chuckling, Lockdown kissed Devcon deeply, slowly pulling out of the pleasure bot. “Too much for you? I would have thought after a few cycles on your own you would be dying for my spike.”
"You're always too much for me. No one has a spike that large." Devcon purred
“Two flattering remarks in the same joor, are you dying?” Lockdown scooped his mech off the berth and carried him into the wash rack. The small space was just large enough for the two of them to press in close.
"I have a virus." Devcon announced. "Dead within a week. I'm sure of it."
“Then I'll have ta frag you to death first.” He leaned Devcon against the wall and turned on the solvent spray. It only took a moment for it to reach the pre-set temperature. Wrapping the blue mech in a hug, Lockdown dragged him under the warm spray. “Lets clean you up so you die pretty.”
"Such a sweet talker." Devcon spat sarcastically. The Autobot offlined his optics, turning his face up into the spray.
Lockdown grabbed a soft towel and caressed the blue plating with it. He scrubbed at flecks of dirt before dipping into tiny spaces in the armor. He cleaned his prized possession thoroughly before smiling smugly. “There. This time you ain't gunna have fluid stains marring that pretty chassis of yours.”
“Going to put me on a shelf in your trophy room or something?” The blue mech huffed and splashed water at the Decepticon.
“Still have some spunk left in you I see,” Lockdown said, whipping the water off his face.
"All for you baby," Devcon shot back mockingly.
“I don't sound like that at all,” Lockdown purred coming forward. He pinned the smaller mech to the wall with his chassis. “But I like the sentiment behind it.” His hand cupped the pretty white face as his red optics glowed brighter. Water dripped off the walls, the combined warmth of their chassis creating steam.
"Lockdown," Devcon moaned, his hands pulling at the dark shoulders.
“Devcon,” the dark mech answered back. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above their mates.
"Kiss me or I'll rip off your cord and fuck you with it myself."
“That's what I like to hear.” Lockdown pressed his lips to Devcon's and slid his glossa inside.
His hands gripped the curvy hips and pulled them against his own. The steam increased as his spike pressurized and extended, pressing against Devcon's codpiece. The pleasure bot moaned and widened his stance, making room for Lockdown's spike. His blue hands running up the broad chest plate. With a moan, Lockdown pushed inside. A yell escaped Devcon's lips when he was penetrated.
“Devcon,” he said into the pleasure bot's mouth. He lifted the mech onto his hips, thrusting harder. “Yes! You're so tight and hot... you're perfect for my spike!” Lockdown growled into the blue audio as he pulled in and out. The rough rhythm set him aflame, his systems where reaching redline levels fast. His vents snapped opened and sent solvent flying into the air. The Autobot's cooling vents where panting to cool his systems down. Lockdown's dark hands slid up the arched back and pulled it off the wall. “
Who do you belong too?” Lockdown asked.
"Lock... don't do this.." Devcon moaned.
“Don't do what my pet?”
"Don't make me say it."
“But I love it when you say it,” Lockdown cooed. “You sound so sweet.”
"You... love it when I say a lot of things." Devcon said.
Lockdown kissed the gasping throat. “But I like these words the best.”
"Lock-down!" Devcon shouted with a heated gasp.
“Yesss. Say it again.”
"Lock-down," Devcon moaned louder.
Lockdown came with Devcon's voice echoing in his audios. He rested his head against Devcon's forehead. He pet his pleasure bot's supple hips and eased him back to the floor. He held him close and turned off the water. “I can tell you miss me baby. Shall we go to bed after I dry you off?”
"Bed sounds nice," came the sleepy reply. “You better mean recharge or your getting punched.”
Lockdown retrieved the soft, fluffy shammy from it's rack and gently stroked Devcon with it. His drying was as thorough as his washing. Every drop of liquid was caressed away with the utmost care. Lockdown's engine purred away in his chest. When he was done, he kissed Devcon's thigh. Slowly he worked his way up his hips, placing feather light kisses on the blue metal. “Nice and relaxed?”
"MmHmm."Devcon sounded like he was almost lulled into recharge.
“Good,” Lockdown purred.
He stood, sweeping the blue mech up into his arms again. The pleasure bot was truly in a rare mood to let him carry him three times without a fuss. He cradled Devcon to his chest, smiling at his mech.
When he got to his berth, instead of tossing Devcon onto his back, Lockdown sat on and laid down, Devcon resting snugly on his chest plates. He nuzzled the white face plate, engine still humming with arousal. But a snuggly Devcon was rare, he wouldn't pass up a chance to cuddle his pleasure bot. He titled Devcon's face to his and cupped it with a hand. He slid his glossa inside the warm mouth and kissed his mech deeply, his other hand stoking the freshly cleaned chassis. Devcon kissed back with a small moan. Lockdown drew Devcon closer. He moaned into the soft lips, completely at ease with Devcon at his side, or rather, on top of him. His spike pressurized at the thought.
"I swear,” Devcon sighed. “The atmosphere alone could make you horny."
“Never happened before I captured you,” Lockdown said, letting his head fall back onto the berth. “Ever since I collared you I can't keep my interfacing equipment offline.” He smiled up at the bot on top of him. “Don't worry it'll go away, go back to sleep. It's been forever since you've fallen asleep in my arms.”
Devcon vented some air and curled more into Lockdown, already in a light recharge. Lockdown chuckled as Devcon's systems hummed softly. “Your so fraggin' cute Dev,” he said.
Title: My Pleasure Bot
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: G1/IDW-AU- where strong mechs are aloud to own others
Rating: Mature, NC-17
Warning: bot smex, some non-con (as in Devcon is a pleasure bot against his will but loves getting fragged by Lockdown)
Summery: Lockdown comes home to his feisty pleasure bot and addresses his disrespectful attitude.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
Note: Done as an RP with my baby glacierSCIENCE (who played Devcon) but cleaned up by me to read as a story.
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Lockdown boarded “The Death's Head” after a successful hunt. “Devcon baby,” he called, hanging up his hook. “Daddy's home.”
“About time.” His pleasure bot stood outside the door to the berthroom, arms crossed and visage irritated. The mech was sleek, painted a dusty blue, though is face was stark white and his feet bright red. He as quite the odd sit, and Lockdown loved it. "At least leave me something to do next time your gone so long."
Lockdown took his mech by the collar around his neck and yanked him close. “Is that how you talk to me now Dev?” He jerked the bot to his chest and wrapped an arm around the small waist. “I didn't hear a 'please master' in there.”
Devcon glared and flashed his denta. "Going to punish me for being bad 'Master?"
“No, I'm kind, I'll let that slid.” He grabbed Devcon's aft roughly and pushed him against against his hot cod piece. “But I'm going to have to frag that bad attitude out of you. Did you get a dildo stuck up your tailpipe again?”
"Like a dildo could do slag for me after being used to you," the Autobot spat, trying to push himself away. "Nothing like coming online and not being able to walk, you bastard."
“You sound ungrateful,” Lockdown snarled, pushing Devcon toward the door to the room. “You should show me how much you enjoy my hospitality.”
Devcon snarled and pushed away. The slick floor and the rough movement make the pleasure bot slip. Devcon flailed and grabbed onto Lockdown to keep him from falling. The dark bounty hunter was pulled into the fall and both bots found themselves on the floor. Their hips ground together as the pleasure bot wiggled beneath his master. Lockdown smiled and rocked his hips, what a wonderful turn of events.
“A good start to show your appreciation, but your attitude still needs to be addressed.” He ground his hips between Devcon's thighs. “I could get you a shock collar if you like.”
"Pain may be a fast learner.” Devcon gritted his denta, but couldn't keep a moan from escaping his lips. “But it isn't an effective one."
“My little pleasure bot, I'd never dream of hurting you.” Lockdown pressed his finger to Devcon's panel and it slid aside like he'd programmed it to do. “But if your attitude doesn't show improvement, I'm going to have do something about it.” He kissed Devcon's throat, his spike pressurizing fast. “Maybe having a sparkling in your chamber will get you to do as your master says.”
Devcon's optics flared bright, vents stuttering to a halt. Words tried to come out of his vocaliser but his parted lips uttered no sound.
“That's what I thought,” Lockdown snarled. “Now be a good little bot and be nice to you master.” Lockdown thrust inside his pleasure bot's port. “YES, I love coming home to you! Your so hot!” he moaned as the hot valve tightened around him, drawing him in deeper.
Devcon moaned and arched his back, squeeze tight around the thick cord moving inside him. Lockdown grinned, biting Devcon's neck as he rocked back and forth. His pleasure bot was more then accommodating tonight. He came quickly, but he was far from satisfied. Pushing himself up, he gathered Devcon into his arms. “Oh I have plans for you,” Lockdown purred, carrying his mech into the berthroom. “Many many plans.”
Devcon made an indignant noise. "I can still walk you know!"
“Not for long you won't.” Lockdown dumped Devcon onto the berth, smirking. “Not after I'm through with you.”
Devcon started up at him, looking slightly sheepish. "Why me? You could afford the highest-paid pleasure bot, why is it me on your berth?"
“You're complaining?” Lockdown asked, pushing the blue bot's legs apart. “Do you want me to get myself another pleasure bot?”
"Just shocked. I'm nothing to look at." Devcon admitted. “I don't have the sleek builds sought after by most mechs.”
“How long have I had you?” Lockdown said, pulling Devcon's supple hips to the end of the berth. “You should know me by now.” He ran a thumb around the port that was still hot and lubricated, just as unsatisfied as he was. “I'm not most mechs. I don't want some broken, yes-bot. I want...” he ran his hand down Devcon's chest, between his legs and down his thighs. “I want a bot with fire, with spirit.” He slid a finger around the waiting port. “I wanted a bot so wild I had to collar him myself. I wanted you.”
"How is it you irritate me to the point I want to murder you, and then say things like that?" Devcon said, his optics reflecting a glimmer of sad happiness.
Lockdown smirked and leaned over his pleasure bot, burying his spike deep in the hot port. “Cuz when I try to tell you things like that you don't listen. I have ta get you on your back to get you to listine.” He rocked his hips and slid his hands up the sleek frame. “Like this: You're prettier then all those over priced junk heaps that call themselves pleasure bots. And ten times more talented.”
"You're a fragger," Devcon moaned, rocking his hips into the thrusts. "But unlike the rest of the Decepticons, you aren't just a useless braggart."
“Flattery? From you?” Lockdown chuckled and kissed the open mouth. “Tell me my beautiful pleasure bot, why do you put up with me?”
"Other then you owning me? Like anybot else could put up with your slag. If I am to submit, I will only do so to my equal."
Devcon glossa snaked into the hot mouth. Lockdown let the frisky mech play for a moment before pulling away.“If I took off that collar, I'd have myself more then a match wouldn't I?” he said, sly smile playing at his lips.
Devcon smirked and ran a finger along the black metal around his neck. "Think you could handle me?"
Lockdown grabbed hold of Devcon's waist and yanked him down, impaling the pleasure bot on his spike. “I can handle you just fine, but I'm not taking off you collar to find out.” Devcon howled as Lockdown kissed his neck. “I like you right where you are. In my berth, on my spike. I'd never risk you running off. You're mine forever.”
Devcon bit one of Lockdown's protruding neck prongs. "Possessive bastard! I'm not one of your playthings!"
“Everything I take has a purposive. What use would I have for a bot with fancy curves and paint? What gets my engine humming is armor, skill and spirit, all of which you have in spades. You are the best trophy I ever took,” Lockdown growled. “You're everything I want and more. Of course I'm possessive. You're perfect.”
"That is both bullshit and romantic." Devcon said, rocking his hips.
The bounty hunter moaned as he nearly came as the tight vale squeezed around him. The mischievous little pleasure bot thought he would be sated quickly, but Lockdown had been away for cycles, dreaming of Devcon and his flashing optics and his hot little port. The pleasure bot wasn't getting up for a long, long time.
“I don't know how to be anything else.” Lockdown swiveled his hips and pressed the head of his spike against the sensors deep in Devcon's port. “Now come for me,” he purred. “Or do I have to get creative to get you off?
Devcon shouted in pleasure, vents stuttering, plating hot to the touch. There was no more beautiful sight then Devcon in ecstasy and Lockdown marveled every time. The way he arched his back, frame shuttering with pent up energy, all the sourness was discarded, and all that remained was pure bliss, it was exquisite. The dark bounty hunter smirked. He was the only one that could bring Devcon to this level of release, only him. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around Devcon's little used spike and began stroking it. Up and down he went, rubbing his thumb in circles around the head. The Autobot overloaded hard, his frame quaking in release. The energy poured put of him like a sieve.
“That's it Dev,” he moaned as mech fluid dribbled down his hand. “Enjoy it.”
Devcon's overload fed back through his spike into him. The chaotic energy exploded in a surge of mech fluid that filled the pleasure bot's port and valve. Tried, but not exhausted, Lockdown loomed over his lover. His optics hungerly took in the sight of Devcon post overload. Condensation sparkled like tiny diamonds over his frame as Lockdown's fluid slowly dribbled out of the still full valve. The dark bounty hunter licked his lips and then kissed his pleasure bot. One day he'd delete the protocols and firewalls that kept his mech fluid out of Devcon's reproductive chamber. But not today.
“Did I knock you offline?” He teased when no biting comments interrupted his after glow.
"Mm?" Devcon looked up at Lockdown sleepily. “Had to... do a reboot.”
Chuckling, Lockdown kissed Devcon deeply, slowly pulling out of the pleasure bot. “Too much for you? I would have thought after a few cycles on your own you would be dying for my spike.”
"You're always too much for me. No one has a spike that large." Devcon purred
“Two flattering remarks in the same joor, are you dying?” Lockdown scooped his mech off the berth and carried him into the wash rack. The small space was just large enough for the two of them to press in close.
"I have a virus." Devcon announced. "Dead within a week. I'm sure of it."
“Then I'll have ta frag you to death first.” He leaned Devcon against the wall and turned on the solvent spray. It only took a moment for it to reach the pre-set temperature. Wrapping the blue mech in a hug, Lockdown dragged him under the warm spray. “Lets clean you up so you die pretty.”
"Such a sweet talker." Devcon spat sarcastically. The Autobot offlined his optics, turning his face up into the spray.
Lockdown grabbed a soft towel and caressed the blue plating with it. He scrubbed at flecks of dirt before dipping into tiny spaces in the armor. He cleaned his prized possession thoroughly before smiling smugly. “There. This time you ain't gunna have fluid stains marring that pretty chassis of yours.”
“Going to put me on a shelf in your trophy room or something?” The blue mech huffed and splashed water at the Decepticon.
“Still have some spunk left in you I see,” Lockdown said, whipping the water off his face.
"All for you baby," Devcon shot back mockingly.
“I don't sound like that at all,” Lockdown purred coming forward. He pinned the smaller mech to the wall with his chassis. “But I like the sentiment behind it.” His hand cupped the pretty white face as his red optics glowed brighter. Water dripped off the walls, the combined warmth of their chassis creating steam.
"Lockdown," Devcon moaned, his hands pulling at the dark shoulders.
“Devcon,” the dark mech answered back. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above their mates.
"Kiss me or I'll rip off your cord and fuck you with it myself."
“That's what I like to hear.” Lockdown pressed his lips to Devcon's and slid his glossa inside.
His hands gripped the curvy hips and pulled them against his own. The steam increased as his spike pressurized and extended, pressing against Devcon's codpiece. The pleasure bot moaned and widened his stance, making room for Lockdown's spike. His blue hands running up the broad chest plate. With a moan, Lockdown pushed inside. A yell escaped Devcon's lips when he was penetrated.
“Devcon,” he said into the pleasure bot's mouth. He lifted the mech onto his hips, thrusting harder. “Yes! You're so tight and hot... you're perfect for my spike!” Lockdown growled into the blue audio as he pulled in and out. The rough rhythm set him aflame, his systems where reaching redline levels fast. His vents snapped opened and sent solvent flying into the air. The Autobot's cooling vents where panting to cool his systems down. Lockdown's dark hands slid up the arched back and pulled it off the wall. “
Who do you belong too?” Lockdown asked.
"Lock... don't do this.." Devcon moaned.
“Don't do what my pet?”
"Don't make me say it."
“But I love it when you say it,” Lockdown cooed. “You sound so sweet.”
"You... love it when I say a lot of things." Devcon said.
Lockdown kissed the gasping throat. “But I like these words the best.”
"Lock-down!" Devcon shouted with a heated gasp.
“Yesss. Say it again.”
"Lock-down," Devcon moaned louder.
Lockdown came with Devcon's voice echoing in his audios. He rested his head against Devcon's forehead. He pet his pleasure bot's supple hips and eased him back to the floor. He held him close and turned off the water. “I can tell you miss me baby. Shall we go to bed after I dry you off?”
"Bed sounds nice," came the sleepy reply. “You better mean recharge or your getting punched.”
Lockdown retrieved the soft, fluffy shammy from it's rack and gently stroked Devcon with it. His drying was as thorough as his washing. Every drop of liquid was caressed away with the utmost care. Lockdown's engine purred away in his chest. When he was done, he kissed Devcon's thigh. Slowly he worked his way up his hips, placing feather light kisses on the blue metal. “Nice and relaxed?”
"MmHmm."Devcon sounded like he was almost lulled into recharge.
“Good,” Lockdown purred.
He stood, sweeping the blue mech up into his arms again. The pleasure bot was truly in a rare mood to let him carry him three times without a fuss. He cradled Devcon to his chest, smiling at his mech.
When he got to his berth, instead of tossing Devcon onto his back, Lockdown sat on and laid down, Devcon resting snugly on his chest plates. He nuzzled the white face plate, engine still humming with arousal. But a snuggly Devcon was rare, he wouldn't pass up a chance to cuddle his pleasure bot. He titled Devcon's face to his and cupped it with a hand. He slid his glossa inside the warm mouth and kissed his mech deeply, his other hand stoking the freshly cleaned chassis. Devcon kissed back with a small moan. Lockdown drew Devcon closer. He moaned into the soft lips, completely at ease with Devcon at his side, or rather, on top of him. His spike pressurized at the thought.
"I swear,” Devcon sighed. “The atmosphere alone could make you horny."
“Never happened before I captured you,” Lockdown said, letting his head fall back onto the berth. “Ever since I collared you I can't keep my interfacing equipment offline.” He smiled up at the bot on top of him. “Don't worry it'll go away, go back to sleep. It's been forever since you've fallen asleep in my arms.”
Devcon vented some air and curled more into Lockdown, already in a light recharge. Lockdown chuckled as Devcon's systems hummed softly. “Your so fraggin' cute Dev,” he said.