Twins Oneshot
Title: Twins (I Could Get Used To This)
Pairings: Jetstorm/Sunstreaker/Sideswipe/Jetfire
Verse: Animated
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: EXPLICIT foursome.
It was the sound of harsh intakes that filled the air. Normally, at a time like this, it would be the quiet chatter of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe before they drifted into recharge, but that was before they'd attempted to pull Jet Judo on two Elite Guard members. Were they supposed to keep tabs on every member?
Over to his left, Sideswipe could see Sunstreaker bending low to lick at Jetstorm's sparkplates; the jet was writhing, his visor offlined in ecstasy. Sideswipe knew why. His twin was an absolute deviant with his glossa, and could imagine what Jetstorm was being put through. He turned, though, and focused his attention back on the panting, wide-optic'd cream and orange jet he had pinned beneath him; Jetfire's fingers were scrabbling for hold on his shoulders as the red Lamborghini's hand traced down his side, burying dark fingers in his sensitive hip wiring.
The low moan snaking from his twin's lips had Jetstorm glancing over. Sunstreaker growled, snagging the mech's chin and pulling him back around, attacking his lips with teeth and glossa, biting down until the blue jet cried out- he liked his pleasure mixed with pain, and Sunstreaker was only too happy to oblige.
"Brothe-" Jetfire began, and Sideswipe shushed him with a kiss, his fingers moving from hip to inner thigh, then finally up over his codpiece, drawing a slick, mangled moan from Jetfire. Talking wasn't a usual thing between the Lamborghini twins during interfacing, and they were quickly impressing their habits upon their new berthmates.
The jets were slim, slimmer than Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and lithe. They were certainly seekers now; they had the typical build, slight and smooth. Sideswipe had been surprised to find that they were nearly the same height.
"Ah!" The cry came from Sunstreaker; Sideswipe's head whipped around. Sunstreaker hardly ever moaned during interfacing, and the sound shot heat through his neural network. Jetstorm had reared up in response to the golden twin's brutal kiss and latched his teeth onto Sunstreaker's throat, biting until he drew energon. Jetfire cocked an optic ridge, staring at his brother. Jetstorm was never so rough with him.
It seemed to be a collective thought amongst the four to split off, Jetstorm sliding to Jetfire's side and immediately crushing their lips together while Sideswipe leapt for Sunstreaker and mimicked what the jet had done to him, lapping at the spilt and spilling energon as if it were the sweetest high-grade.
Sunstreaker growled in tandem with Jetstorm; they shared a semi-amused glance before going back to their respective twins, Sunstreaker leaning up to throw Sideswipe off him and turn, straddling his twin's hips and pushing down. Sideswipe gasped and arched, accustomed to having the tables turned so quickly. It seemed Jetfire wasn't- he was straining upwards, his fingers catching on Jetstorm's visor, trying to remove it. His twin reached up with shaking fingers and managed to undo it, tossing it in the general direction of the bedside table and hoping it didn't shatter. Honestly, he could have cared less about his visor- he had Sideswipe and Sunstreaker moaning and murmuring on his left and his twin pinned beneath him, all come-fuck-me wide optics and panting, well-kissed lips. Lips that hadn't been ravished by him. At least, not well enough.
He snarled and lunged again, plunging his glossa into Jetfire's warm mouth, enjoying the taste as he let his fingers wander. His spark was beginning to ache, his frame to flush with heat. The sight of the Lamborghini twins next to him was enough to set him aflame, and now the simple feel of Jetfire… "Mm…" he murmured, drawing away for a moment to lick at his twin's lips. "You taste good."
Sideswipe gave a shuddering moan from where he was, wrapping his legs around Sunstreaker's dark hips. Sunstreaker snickered, his fingers prying away Sideswipe's codpiece. He slipped one into his twin's port, scraping gently at the sensitive, flexible walls before pulling back and raising the digit to his lips, licking it clean. "You taste good too…" he growled, leaning close, his breath puffing over Sideswipe's audio. The red Lamborghini released another shaky moan; he had always been the most vocal when it came to sounds of ecstasy, when it came to expressing exactly how he was feeling about what his twin did to him. Sunstreaker was… amazing when it came to interfacing, and their unique bond allowed him to do anything and everything that could undo Sideswipe. He knew what to do to make his twin come unraveled in his hands.
The downside?
Sideswipe had the same information on him.
Arching, the red twin scraped his hips against Sunstreaker's, grinning. It was hard enough to make Sunstreaker shed paint, which meant Sideswipe would have to repaint him, and repainting meant good things. "Jetfire," he finally rasped, glancing over at the jet twins. Jetfire raised his head, optics flickering in silent answer. He wasn't sure he could physically speak at the moment. "Come here." The orange jet moved to obey, but Jetstorm held him down, growling softly. Sunstreaker chuckled.
"Give them their moment," he rumbled, sliding his finger back into Sideswipe's port. "I want you right now." Jetstorm nodded in agreement, turning back and hooking his fingers under Jetfire's codpiece, more teasing than Sunstreaker was. Jetfire liked being teased, he knew. His brother was not one for instant gratification, which was why it had been Sideswipe to take him and not Sunstreaker.
Sideswipe was whining softly, arching and writhing, pressing his hips into Sunstreaker's hand. Jetfire fed off his noises as Jetstorm slithered down his legs, licking around the outside of his port with devious slowness. When the blue jet looked up again, Sunstreaker was watching him, grinning, his hand moving more quickly than it had been. Jetstorm smiled devilishly, dipping the tip of his glossa into Jetfire's port. His twin's hand tightened on the berth as his back bowed and he moaned. "Ah- Brother…" he whispered, his optics flickering offline.
"Yes?" Jetstorm replied, sucking gently on the rim of his port, lapping up the lubricant that was beginning to steadily form. He didn't get a verbal response, though Jetfire's hips snapped up so sharply that he had to pin him down, blue hands on slender cream hips. He glanced up again, meeting Sunstreaker's optics; he saw lust in them, and not just for his own twin.
Working his fingers deeper into Sideswipe, Sunstreaker bit off the moan that was working its way up his throat. Jetstorm was a fraggin' tease, that much he was sure of, though how the jet twin was managing to pull the same trick on two mech at once was beyond Sunstreaker. Sideswipe gasped and arched and, finished with lying back and being submissive, reached over and pulled Jetfire closer, thrusting their lips together. Sunstreaker released the moan as he watched, his free hand wandering until he managed to grab the back of Jetstorm's neck and pull him off his brother's port, shoving his glossa down the jet's throat instead, his hand still working Sideswipe's. Jetstorm took the hint and slid a finger into Jetfire's port as well, slipping on the collected lubricant. Their twins moaned and Jetstorm grinned into his and Sunstreaker's kiss, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling them nearly flush together, pushing Sunstreaker's head aside so he could nip at the dark throat. Jetfire jolted beneath him and he half-turned to see his twin pulling Sideswipe from under Sunstreaker, settling himself over the red mech's hips instead. Sideswipe rolled with the punches and thrust his hips up to meet Jetfire's, his smirk dazzling.
Though perhaps not quite as dazzling as Sunstreaker's, Jetstorm thought as he licked down the golden Lamborghini's chest, halting over his sparkplates and teasing the seam with his glossa before slipping a hand down and forcing Sunstreaker's codpiece off with a shriek of metal, abruptly sliding two fingers in. Sunstreaker arched wordlessly; his own hand had been halfway to the jet's codpiece, but he'd been beaten to it and was rendered quite nearly useless now from the sensory overload.
"Like that?" Jetstorm snickered, grinning. His own frame was buzzing, but not as badly as Sunstreaker's. He was met with a glare, laughing louder as he leaned up to catch the golden twin's lips again.
Jetfire was too busy to notice his twin's laugh, though the burst of amusement flickered over their bond. He had pulled his own codpiece off and was locked port-to-port with Sideswipe, his optics offlined as he thrust his hips into the red twin's. Sideswipe was moaning softly, his hands clenching and unclenching on Jetfire's hips.
It wasn't long before the position was mimicked by the other pair, though Sunstreaker had taken the initiative and shoved Jetstorm on his back; the blue twin was making sounds much akin to Sideswipe's, his back arching as he thrust up with every rock of Sunstreaker's hips, thoroughly enjoying everything the other twin was deigning to do to him. Jetfire was close enough to lean over and snag his clenched fist, pulling it up to his lips so he could suckle his twin's fingers, his hips firmly and rthymically snapping into Sideswipe's.
The atmosphere was filling with static energy, heat burning through the four moving bodies that were so separate and yet close enough to feel one another's slightest shift. Sunstreaker grinned, driving his hips down and forcing a moan from Jetstorm as he balanced himself on one hand, tilting his head so he could lick at Jetfire's neck, his hand sliding down the cream and orange aft to Sideswipe's inner thigh. When the golden twin bared his teeth, ready to sink them into Jetfire's pliable 'skin', Jetstorm reached up and caught one of his wrists for attention, shaking his head. For all his bravado and toughness, his twin wasn't one for rough interfacing. Sunstreaker got the idea, moaning and laving Jetfire's neck with his glossa instead as Jetstorm bit down on his wrist, his free hand reaching over to fondle Sideswipe's sparkplates.
The first one to crack was Jetfire; Jetstorm wasn't surprised. His twin's ember plates began to split, shining ethereal azure light on the other three mechs as he glanced down at it, his hips moving faster. Sunstreaker squeezed his shoulder, forced him to still. "Let us catch up…" he murmured, pushing the jet off Sideswipe and pulling his twin over, caressing his chest as he reached down, doing the same to Jetstorm, still pumping his hips against the blue mech's. Both his 'victims' moaned; it was echoed by Jetfire, whose hand was slipping down his stomach, trailing across his thighs. Jetstorm maintained enough mental coherency to reach over and grab it, yanking hard and pulling his twin into a kiss.
Sideswipe was next, his plates parting under Sunstreaker's skillful, deft fingers. The golden twin didn't waste any time, dipping his fingers in to stroke the coalescing ball of energy, leaning down to press his lips to his twin's lifeforce and feeling the pale relflection of it on his own spark. Finally, Jetstorm arched and split his forcefully, reaching up to drag both his twin's hand and Sunstreaker's to it, pushing their fingers against it. The touch of another spark against his fingertips had Sunstreaker's own plates splitting, and the room lit with brilliant, shining energy. They needed no light now; they made their own, a four-way twist between the sun, the earth, the moon, the stars. Each necessary.
"Come here…" Sunstreaker whispered, beckoning Jetstorm to sit up. It had been so long since he'd sparkmerged with anyone but Sideswipe, but he liked the little jet and Sideswipe was just as eager, spreading himself out on top of Jetfire, bringing their sparks teasingly close.
Sunstreaker's hand secured Jetstorm's hips, pulling the twin over his own and pressing their ports together once more. Jetstorm arched, bent backwards over the Lamborghini's hands. "… Let's try something," the golden twin murmured, moving their sparks closer and drawing away again, like a snake charmer. "Circulate your energy."
Sideswipe caught on quickly, nodding. "Send your pleasure over the bond," he added. "We'll try for a simultaneous, mm?"
Both jet twins nodded perfectly willingly. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shared a mischievous look before pushing their chests to their respective jet's, drowning all four of their sparks in ecstasy.
Sunstreaker immediately opened the bond between he and Sideswipe fully, pushing everything he was feeling at his twin. He could feel Jetfire's spark touching his brother's, and Jetstorm's on his, and energy circulated as the jets began to do the same, pulsing the pleasure around between each of them; they were each feeling the others' touches, each feeling exactly what was happening to their twin.
Each decided right then that this was something that had to be repeated and the thought echoed over their temporary four-way bond.
Grinning, Jetstorm reached out, grasping Jetfire's hand and sending a strong pulse of energy into Sunstreaker's spark, watching his twin shudder from the rebound. Jetfire had the most attractive reactions...
"Me," Sunstreaker growled suddenly, pushing Jetstorm down and pressing their chests closer, almost close enough to merge their sparks into one. The room filled, once again, with the sounds of panting and the frantic attempt to get closer, to feel. The pulsing of energy filled the four of them, bouncing and reverberating, playing through their frames with devilish beauty. It twisted sharply as Sideswipe did something with his hand and Jetfire screamed, his spark surging wildly; Jetstorm went limp from the onslaught, Sunstreaker grinning above him as he and his twin came close to overloading.
"No," Sideswipe rasped, stilling the pulses between their sparks for a split second. "Together."
"Together," Jetfire agreed. Sunstreaker nodded, reaching a hand up to caress Jetstorm's cheek as the blue jet panted, glassy optics focusing on his twin's as he nodded.
Together, they began a rhythm, pulsing energy between them, sealing the circle of their temporary bond with a solid pull and push of twirling ecstasy. With a collective surge, they found themselves at the edge. Jetfire and Jetstorm were still linked by the hand; Sideswipe reached out for his own twin, and time hung in place for a split second as they bond between the four quivered, somewhere between permanent and nonexistant, and then they threw themselves together into the pleasure, spiraling down into the white-hot thing that was overload.
-
Sunstreaker was the first to online, his spark still connected to Jetstorm's. He carefully backed away, shaking Sideswipe awake and helping his twin do the same. Jetstorm groaned as he moved, reaching up and locking determined arms around his chest, pulling him back down. The golden twin chuckled, obliging, sliding back down as his sparkplates closed. He turned after a moment, pulling Jetstorm onto his chest. Jetfire was the last to come online, shaking himself out of temporary stasis.
He peered around at the other three, situated on Sideswipe's chest.
"… Primus."
Jetstorm snickered, tucking his helm under Sunstreaker's chin. "Basically."
"Just so you know," Sideswipe cut in, "we don't always bang the Elite Guard members we accidentally maim."
"Oh, I'm sure."
Sunstreaker rolled his optics, peering up into Jetstorm's un-visored ones as he pressed a finger into his forehead, followed by his lips. "Only if they're pretty."
"We're pretty?" Jetfire said lazily, cocking an optic ridge. He was finding that he could rather get used to this, lying on Sideswipe's chest, Jetstorm's hand still locked in his, Sunstreaker grinning below the blue jet's, his expression sated.
Oh yes. He could get very used to this.
"But of course." Sideswipe replied, tucking the orange jet closer, his optics flickering offline to the sight of his three berthmates. "We only go for the best."
Pairings: Jetstorm/Sunstreaker/Sideswipe/Jetfire
Verse: Animated
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: EXPLICIT foursome.
It was the sound of harsh intakes that filled the air. Normally, at a time like this, it would be the quiet chatter of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe before they drifted into recharge, but that was before they'd attempted to pull Jet Judo on two Elite Guard members. Were they supposed to keep tabs on every member?
Over to his left, Sideswipe could see Sunstreaker bending low to lick at Jetstorm's sparkplates; the jet was writhing, his visor offlined in ecstasy. Sideswipe knew why. His twin was an absolute deviant with his glossa, and could imagine what Jetstorm was being put through. He turned, though, and focused his attention back on the panting, wide-optic'd cream and orange jet he had pinned beneath him; Jetfire's fingers were scrabbling for hold on his shoulders as the red Lamborghini's hand traced down his side, burying dark fingers in his sensitive hip wiring.
The low moan snaking from his twin's lips had Jetstorm glancing over. Sunstreaker growled, snagging the mech's chin and pulling him back around, attacking his lips with teeth and glossa, biting down until the blue jet cried out- he liked his pleasure mixed with pain, and Sunstreaker was only too happy to oblige.
"Brothe-" Jetfire began, and Sideswipe shushed him with a kiss, his fingers moving from hip to inner thigh, then finally up over his codpiece, drawing a slick, mangled moan from Jetfire. Talking wasn't a usual thing between the Lamborghini twins during interfacing, and they were quickly impressing their habits upon their new berthmates.
The jets were slim, slimmer than Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and lithe. They were certainly seekers now; they had the typical build, slight and smooth. Sideswipe had been surprised to find that they were nearly the same height.
"Ah!" The cry came from Sunstreaker; Sideswipe's head whipped around. Sunstreaker hardly ever moaned during interfacing, and the sound shot heat through his neural network. Jetstorm had reared up in response to the golden twin's brutal kiss and latched his teeth onto Sunstreaker's throat, biting until he drew energon. Jetfire cocked an optic ridge, staring at his brother. Jetstorm was never so rough with him.
It seemed to be a collective thought amongst the four to split off, Jetstorm sliding to Jetfire's side and immediately crushing their lips together while Sideswipe leapt for Sunstreaker and mimicked what the jet had done to him, lapping at the spilt and spilling energon as if it were the sweetest high-grade.
Sunstreaker growled in tandem with Jetstorm; they shared a semi-amused glance before going back to their respective twins, Sunstreaker leaning up to throw Sideswipe off him and turn, straddling his twin's hips and pushing down. Sideswipe gasped and arched, accustomed to having the tables turned so quickly. It seemed Jetfire wasn't- he was straining upwards, his fingers catching on Jetstorm's visor, trying to remove it. His twin reached up with shaking fingers and managed to undo it, tossing it in the general direction of the bedside table and hoping it didn't shatter. Honestly, he could have cared less about his visor- he had Sideswipe and Sunstreaker moaning and murmuring on his left and his twin pinned beneath him, all come-fuck-me wide optics and panting, well-kissed lips. Lips that hadn't been ravished by him. At least, not well enough.
He snarled and lunged again, plunging his glossa into Jetfire's warm mouth, enjoying the taste as he let his fingers wander. His spark was beginning to ache, his frame to flush with heat. The sight of the Lamborghini twins next to him was enough to set him aflame, and now the simple feel of Jetfire… "Mm…" he murmured, drawing away for a moment to lick at his twin's lips. "You taste good."
Sideswipe gave a shuddering moan from where he was, wrapping his legs around Sunstreaker's dark hips. Sunstreaker snickered, his fingers prying away Sideswipe's codpiece. He slipped one into his twin's port, scraping gently at the sensitive, flexible walls before pulling back and raising the digit to his lips, licking it clean. "You taste good too…" he growled, leaning close, his breath puffing over Sideswipe's audio. The red Lamborghini released another shaky moan; he had always been the most vocal when it came to sounds of ecstasy, when it came to expressing exactly how he was feeling about what his twin did to him. Sunstreaker was… amazing when it came to interfacing, and their unique bond allowed him to do anything and everything that could undo Sideswipe. He knew what to do to make his twin come unraveled in his hands.
The downside?
Sideswipe had the same information on him.
Arching, the red twin scraped his hips against Sunstreaker's, grinning. It was hard enough to make Sunstreaker shed paint, which meant Sideswipe would have to repaint him, and repainting meant good things. "Jetfire," he finally rasped, glancing over at the jet twins. Jetfire raised his head, optics flickering in silent answer. He wasn't sure he could physically speak at the moment. "Come here." The orange jet moved to obey, but Jetstorm held him down, growling softly. Sunstreaker chuckled.
"Give them their moment," he rumbled, sliding his finger back into Sideswipe's port. "I want you right now." Jetstorm nodded in agreement, turning back and hooking his fingers under Jetfire's codpiece, more teasing than Sunstreaker was. Jetfire liked being teased, he knew. His brother was not one for instant gratification, which was why it had been Sideswipe to take him and not Sunstreaker.
Sideswipe was whining softly, arching and writhing, pressing his hips into Sunstreaker's hand. Jetfire fed off his noises as Jetstorm slithered down his legs, licking around the outside of his port with devious slowness. When the blue jet looked up again, Sunstreaker was watching him, grinning, his hand moving more quickly than it had been. Jetstorm smiled devilishly, dipping the tip of his glossa into Jetfire's port. His twin's hand tightened on the berth as his back bowed and he moaned. "Ah- Brother…" he whispered, his optics flickering offline.
"Yes?" Jetstorm replied, sucking gently on the rim of his port, lapping up the lubricant that was beginning to steadily form. He didn't get a verbal response, though Jetfire's hips snapped up so sharply that he had to pin him down, blue hands on slender cream hips. He glanced up again, meeting Sunstreaker's optics; he saw lust in them, and not just for his own twin.
Working his fingers deeper into Sideswipe, Sunstreaker bit off the moan that was working its way up his throat. Jetstorm was a fraggin' tease, that much he was sure of, though how the jet twin was managing to pull the same trick on two mech at once was beyond Sunstreaker. Sideswipe gasped and arched and, finished with lying back and being submissive, reached over and pulled Jetfire closer, thrusting their lips together. Sunstreaker released the moan as he watched, his free hand wandering until he managed to grab the back of Jetstorm's neck and pull him off his brother's port, shoving his glossa down the jet's throat instead, his hand still working Sideswipe's. Jetstorm took the hint and slid a finger into Jetfire's port as well, slipping on the collected lubricant. Their twins moaned and Jetstorm grinned into his and Sunstreaker's kiss, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling them nearly flush together, pushing Sunstreaker's head aside so he could nip at the dark throat. Jetfire jolted beneath him and he half-turned to see his twin pulling Sideswipe from under Sunstreaker, settling himself over the red mech's hips instead. Sideswipe rolled with the punches and thrust his hips up to meet Jetfire's, his smirk dazzling.
Though perhaps not quite as dazzling as Sunstreaker's, Jetstorm thought as he licked down the golden Lamborghini's chest, halting over his sparkplates and teasing the seam with his glossa before slipping a hand down and forcing Sunstreaker's codpiece off with a shriek of metal, abruptly sliding two fingers in. Sunstreaker arched wordlessly; his own hand had been halfway to the jet's codpiece, but he'd been beaten to it and was rendered quite nearly useless now from the sensory overload.
"Like that?" Jetstorm snickered, grinning. His own frame was buzzing, but not as badly as Sunstreaker's. He was met with a glare, laughing louder as he leaned up to catch the golden twin's lips again.
Jetfire was too busy to notice his twin's laugh, though the burst of amusement flickered over their bond. He had pulled his own codpiece off and was locked port-to-port with Sideswipe, his optics offlined as he thrust his hips into the red twin's. Sideswipe was moaning softly, his hands clenching and unclenching on Jetfire's hips.
It wasn't long before the position was mimicked by the other pair, though Sunstreaker had taken the initiative and shoved Jetstorm on his back; the blue twin was making sounds much akin to Sideswipe's, his back arching as he thrust up with every rock of Sunstreaker's hips, thoroughly enjoying everything the other twin was deigning to do to him. Jetfire was close enough to lean over and snag his clenched fist, pulling it up to his lips so he could suckle his twin's fingers, his hips firmly and rthymically snapping into Sideswipe's.
The atmosphere was filling with static energy, heat burning through the four moving bodies that were so separate and yet close enough to feel one another's slightest shift. Sunstreaker grinned, driving his hips down and forcing a moan from Jetstorm as he balanced himself on one hand, tilting his head so he could lick at Jetfire's neck, his hand sliding down the cream and orange aft to Sideswipe's inner thigh. When the golden twin bared his teeth, ready to sink them into Jetfire's pliable 'skin', Jetstorm reached up and caught one of his wrists for attention, shaking his head. For all his bravado and toughness, his twin wasn't one for rough interfacing. Sunstreaker got the idea, moaning and laving Jetfire's neck with his glossa instead as Jetstorm bit down on his wrist, his free hand reaching over to fondle Sideswipe's sparkplates.
The first one to crack was Jetfire; Jetstorm wasn't surprised. His twin's ember plates began to split, shining ethereal azure light on the other three mechs as he glanced down at it, his hips moving faster. Sunstreaker squeezed his shoulder, forced him to still. "Let us catch up…" he murmured, pushing the jet off Sideswipe and pulling his twin over, caressing his chest as he reached down, doing the same to Jetstorm, still pumping his hips against the blue mech's. Both his 'victims' moaned; it was echoed by Jetfire, whose hand was slipping down his stomach, trailing across his thighs. Jetstorm maintained enough mental coherency to reach over and grab it, yanking hard and pulling his twin into a kiss.
Sideswipe was next, his plates parting under Sunstreaker's skillful, deft fingers. The golden twin didn't waste any time, dipping his fingers in to stroke the coalescing ball of energy, leaning down to press his lips to his twin's lifeforce and feeling the pale relflection of it on his own spark. Finally, Jetstorm arched and split his forcefully, reaching up to drag both his twin's hand and Sunstreaker's to it, pushing their fingers against it. The touch of another spark against his fingertips had Sunstreaker's own plates splitting, and the room lit with brilliant, shining energy. They needed no light now; they made their own, a four-way twist between the sun, the earth, the moon, the stars. Each necessary.
"Come here…" Sunstreaker whispered, beckoning Jetstorm to sit up. It had been so long since he'd sparkmerged with anyone but Sideswipe, but he liked the little jet and Sideswipe was just as eager, spreading himself out on top of Jetfire, bringing their sparks teasingly close.
Sunstreaker's hand secured Jetstorm's hips, pulling the twin over his own and pressing their ports together once more. Jetstorm arched, bent backwards over the Lamborghini's hands. "… Let's try something," the golden twin murmured, moving their sparks closer and drawing away again, like a snake charmer. "Circulate your energy."
Sideswipe caught on quickly, nodding. "Send your pleasure over the bond," he added. "We'll try for a simultaneous, mm?"
Both jet twins nodded perfectly willingly. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shared a mischievous look before pushing their chests to their respective jet's, drowning all four of their sparks in ecstasy.
Sunstreaker immediately opened the bond between he and Sideswipe fully, pushing everything he was feeling at his twin. He could feel Jetfire's spark touching his brother's, and Jetstorm's on his, and energy circulated as the jets began to do the same, pulsing the pleasure around between each of them; they were each feeling the others' touches, each feeling exactly what was happening to their twin.
Each decided right then that this was something that had to be repeated and the thought echoed over their temporary four-way bond.
Grinning, Jetstorm reached out, grasping Jetfire's hand and sending a strong pulse of energy into Sunstreaker's spark, watching his twin shudder from the rebound. Jetfire had the most attractive reactions...
"Me," Sunstreaker growled suddenly, pushing Jetstorm down and pressing their chests closer, almost close enough to merge their sparks into one. The room filled, once again, with the sounds of panting and the frantic attempt to get closer, to feel. The pulsing of energy filled the four of them, bouncing and reverberating, playing through their frames with devilish beauty. It twisted sharply as Sideswipe did something with his hand and Jetfire screamed, his spark surging wildly; Jetstorm went limp from the onslaught, Sunstreaker grinning above him as he and his twin came close to overloading.
"No," Sideswipe rasped, stilling the pulses between their sparks for a split second. "Together."
"Together," Jetfire agreed. Sunstreaker nodded, reaching a hand up to caress Jetstorm's cheek as the blue jet panted, glassy optics focusing on his twin's as he nodded.
Together, they began a rhythm, pulsing energy between them, sealing the circle of their temporary bond with a solid pull and push of twirling ecstasy. With a collective surge, they found themselves at the edge. Jetfire and Jetstorm were still linked by the hand; Sideswipe reached out for his own twin, and time hung in place for a split second as they bond between the four quivered, somewhere between permanent and nonexistant, and then they threw themselves together into the pleasure, spiraling down into the white-hot thing that was overload.
-
Sunstreaker was the first to online, his spark still connected to Jetstorm's. He carefully backed away, shaking Sideswipe awake and helping his twin do the same. Jetstorm groaned as he moved, reaching up and locking determined arms around his chest, pulling him back down. The golden twin chuckled, obliging, sliding back down as his sparkplates closed. He turned after a moment, pulling Jetstorm onto his chest. Jetfire was the last to come online, shaking himself out of temporary stasis.
He peered around at the other three, situated on Sideswipe's chest.
"… Primus."
Jetstorm snickered, tucking his helm under Sunstreaker's chin. "Basically."
"Just so you know," Sideswipe cut in, "we don't always bang the Elite Guard members we accidentally maim."
"Oh, I'm sure."
Sunstreaker rolled his optics, peering up into Jetstorm's un-visored ones as he pressed a finger into his forehead, followed by his lips. "Only if they're pretty."
"We're pretty?" Jetfire said lazily, cocking an optic ridge. He was finding that he could rather get used to this, lying on Sideswipe's chest, Jetstorm's hand still locked in his, Sunstreaker grinning below the blue jet's, his expression sated.
Oh yes. He could get very used to this.
"But of course." Sideswipe replied, tucking the orange jet closer, his optics flickering offline to the sight of his three berthmates. "We only go for the best."