Promt response: We Interrupt This Program
Title: We Interrupt This Program
Pairing & Prompt: Thundercracker/Bumblebee - Dishonourable Intentions
Verse: IDW
Rating: NC17
Words: 598
Warnings: Sticky, rough interface.
Summary: Thundercracker likes TV, but his favourite show is the one he plays in his own mind. This time though, he thinks he might turn it into a reality show.
He had him pinned to a wall, servos raking cries of pain and pleasure from that deceptively innocent vocaliser.
A knee parted the black thighs, riding up to the bright yellow codpiece (which just begged to be opened) and pressing into it, lifted him higher up the wall.
The smaller bot cried out and ground himself against it. Thundercracker could feel the heat radiating from between the Autobot’s legs.
He rumbled in satisfaction, pressing bodily into the leader, scraping his cockpit over the striped hood that made up his chest plating now.
“Mmmmmm… Am I correct I thinking that this new body of yours is yet to be taken? No one’s touched it like this yet… have they?”
Bumblebee shivered at the growl of his deep, resonating voice.
He shook his helm, optics hazed with pleasure and need.
“Please… Thunder-nngh… cracker… please, take me… claim me” the voice was less a plead and more an order.
Thundercracker LIKED that… liked the power this smaller mech held, the strength he showed against the crumbling Autobot movement.
Starscream had always considered himself a leader, but he didn’t even have half the ability Bumblebee had shown.
The minibot had his respect, that much was for sure. And now, he would have Bumblebee’s body.
Much more worthy of his attentions than Starscream ever had been, even if he WAS a ground-pounder and former enemy.
The yellow codpiece slid back, and small servos tugged at his wings, egging him on.
He buried his hard spike in one swift, delicious motion, both of them crying out.
He rocked Bumblebee against the wall with hard, demanding thrusts, and the mini took them, legs wrapping around his hips, growling for more.
The blue jet happily obliged, grasping yellow hip plating and rolling his spike up, deeper, faster.
He curled forward, biting and nipping at the Autobot leader’s neck cabling, earning a loud moan of pleasure in approval.
Hip plating squealed and clashed in their frenzy to extract more and more pleasure from the coupling.
Thundercracker slipped a servo between them as they panted and nipped at each other’s lip-plates.
Grasping the other’s extended spike, he pumped it roughly, causing his catch to arch and cry out.
Overload had Bumblebee clenching that tight, hot valve around the invading jet, and after a few more thrusts, Thundercracker followed with a roar.
The sound of his harmonics rippled across them, this time not as an attack, but an overflow of pleasure, the feel of the deep bass rocking their systems into a double release.
The jet pounded Bumblebee’s rippling valve until he felt his overload begin to ebb, and he held the yellow hips down to bury his spike.
The smell of lubricant, transfluid and ionic discharge was heavy as they vented frantically to cool their systems.
Thundercracker quite enjoyed the feel of the hot little port around him, their combined fluids flowing down their thighs, dripping with soft patters onto the floor.
With a deep, satiated rumble, the jet lowered them to the floor, sitting with the minibot still impaled on him in his lap.
Bumblebee nuzzled under his jaw and clung to his frame, petting at his wings.
“Thought you’d enjoy that.” The blue jet murmured lazily.
“Enjoy what?”
Thundercracker looked around from his seat in front of the various monitors showing his few favourite channels.
The daydream had been lovely… but now it’s focus stood there, oblivious, giving him a curious, if not slightly wary and confused look.
Thundercracker let a lascivious grin creep across his faceplate, scarlet optics burning with intent.
“Let me show you.”
Pairing & Prompt: Thundercracker/Bumblebee - Dishonourable Intentions
Verse: IDW
Rating: NC17
Words: 598
Warnings: Sticky, rough interface.
Summary: Thundercracker likes TV, but his favourite show is the one he plays in his own mind. This time though, he thinks he might turn it into a reality show.
He had him pinned to a wall, servos raking cries of pain and pleasure from that deceptively innocent vocaliser.
A knee parted the black thighs, riding up to the bright yellow codpiece (which just begged to be opened) and pressing into it, lifted him higher up the wall.
The smaller bot cried out and ground himself against it. Thundercracker could feel the heat radiating from between the Autobot’s legs.
He rumbled in satisfaction, pressing bodily into the leader, scraping his cockpit over the striped hood that made up his chest plating now.
“Mmmmmm… Am I correct I thinking that this new body of yours is yet to be taken? No one’s touched it like this yet… have they?”
Bumblebee shivered at the growl of his deep, resonating voice.
He shook his helm, optics hazed with pleasure and need.
“Please… Thunder-nngh… cracker… please, take me… claim me” the voice was less a plead and more an order.
Thundercracker LIKED that… liked the power this smaller mech held, the strength he showed against the crumbling Autobot movement.
Starscream had always considered himself a leader, but he didn’t even have half the ability Bumblebee had shown.
The minibot had his respect, that much was for sure. And now, he would have Bumblebee’s body.
Much more worthy of his attentions than Starscream ever had been, even if he WAS a ground-pounder and former enemy.
The yellow codpiece slid back, and small servos tugged at his wings, egging him on.
He buried his hard spike in one swift, delicious motion, both of them crying out.
He rocked Bumblebee against the wall with hard, demanding thrusts, and the mini took them, legs wrapping around his hips, growling for more.
The blue jet happily obliged, grasping yellow hip plating and rolling his spike up, deeper, faster.
He curled forward, biting and nipping at the Autobot leader’s neck cabling, earning a loud moan of pleasure in approval.
Hip plating squealed and clashed in their frenzy to extract more and more pleasure from the coupling.
Thundercracker slipped a servo between them as they panted and nipped at each other’s lip-plates.
Grasping the other’s extended spike, he pumped it roughly, causing his catch to arch and cry out.
Overload had Bumblebee clenching that tight, hot valve around the invading jet, and after a few more thrusts, Thundercracker followed with a roar.
The sound of his harmonics rippled across them, this time not as an attack, but an overflow of pleasure, the feel of the deep bass rocking their systems into a double release.
The jet pounded Bumblebee’s rippling valve until he felt his overload begin to ebb, and he held the yellow hips down to bury his spike.
The smell of lubricant, transfluid and ionic discharge was heavy as they vented frantically to cool their systems.
Thundercracker quite enjoyed the feel of the hot little port around him, their combined fluids flowing down their thighs, dripping with soft patters onto the floor.
With a deep, satiated rumble, the jet lowered them to the floor, sitting with the minibot still impaled on him in his lap.
Bumblebee nuzzled under his jaw and clung to his frame, petting at his wings.
“Thought you’d enjoy that.” The blue jet murmured lazily.
“Enjoy what?”
Thundercracker looked around from his seat in front of the various monitors showing his few favourite channels.
The daydream had been lovely… but now it’s focus stood there, oblivious, giving him a curious, if not slightly wary and confused look.
Thundercracker let a lascivious grin creep across his faceplate, scarlet optics burning with intent.
“Let me show you.”