Sticky Response pt2

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FIC: Caught in Resin: Pt 3

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Sunstreaker looked over to Mirage, who had his back to him, blue aft sticking out tantalizingly. The yellow mech took quiet pede-steps up to Mirage, who was oblivious to his approach.

“Mirage…” Sunstreaker purred, so close to the noble that he could feel the slight heat emanating off of the glossy frame.

“Hmm?” was the only reply as Sunstreaker reached out to him, Mirage not even looking over his shoulder as he watched the monitors.

When Mirage turned his head to look over his shoulder plating, Sunstreaker’s hands went to the blue hips, holding them tight.

“I don’t think I can wait anymore.” Sunstreaker murmured, and tugged on those hips lightly, one hand moving away from the hip long enough to push Mirage’s anterior to the tabletop with a small ‘oomph’.

The sudden change in position only slightly shocked Mirage, but his aft still wriggled when Sunstreaker’s spike pressed to it. Oh, yes, from this position, the yellow mech had great access to his interface equipment. The slightly larger and certainly stronger mech had no problem pushing Mirage’s legs farther apart, baring the small, tight valve to his raking optics.

“Do you want it?” Sunstreaker teased, moving his hand over the blue aft, and sneaked his thumb down, pressing down on the engraved rim, where he knew there was a sensor node; appreciating the custom-made beauty of a noble-mech’s valve.

“Ungh- Primus, yes.” Mirage hissed, his thighs gave a twitch even as he pushed back on the hand so close to being inside him.

Sunstreaker smirked, seeing the droplet of lubricant clinging to the rim spill over down the pelvic plating. He pushed his thumb inside the hot, wet opening, pressing into the inner sensors, lighting them up to make the mech on the table writhe back, begging for more.

He was going to give him so much more- make him dizzy with ecstasy.

Sunstreaker’s spike ached at the arousing sight, and without further warning, moved his thumb away and lined up to the entrance and pushed in with one smooth thrust. Mirage arched, mouth open in a silent cry, his quiet engine purred as he was penetrated. A rhythm started, going slow and deep at first, Sunstreaker kept a cool composure even as his head swam in delight at the tight pull of the valve walls. He kept his hands on Mirage’s aft, enjoying the feel of the slightly curved metal under his fingers.