Sticky Response pt2
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Stories that were started here continue here.
FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
He felt something else nudge at the anterior edge of his valve, even as Sunstreaker kept his easy, deep pace. With a quick slip, Sunstreaker’s finger squeezed in alongside his spike, stretching Mirage’s valve just a bit further, rubbing against more nodes even more. The noble-mech moaned at the extra width, making his valve feel even tighter.
“Tell me how that feels, ‘Raj.” Sunstreaker grunted with his thrusts, watching Mirage’s face (half-dimmed optics, mouth open and constantly leaking little pleading whimpers and looking so lustful and ‘faceable.) and he hooked his finger a little, scraping the inside of the valve lightly.
“Aaah!… Feels- ungh- wonderful!” Mirage groaned, pushing his aft back against Sunstreaker, “Your spike- your touch-Augh-- revs my engines so vigorously.”
“Hmmmmm, you really enjoy everything I do to your lovely valve, don’t you? You’re no whore, but you’ll turn up your aft to me for anything I want to do to it, won’t you?” Sunstreaker pulled his finger out of that tight and warm space, and replaced it with two.
Mirage whimpered, feeling those fingers slide in, stretching his valve just past comfort, but the lighting of his sensor array was driving him wild, twisting his hips even under the grip, and Sunstreaker quickened his pace in reply.
“Primus, ‘Raj…” Sunstreaker groaned, his free hand moving to brace himself on the table, further trapping the smaller chassis beneath his, vents blasting, engine roaring.
Sunstreaker stiffened: between the tightness and his own rocking into that sweet, hot valve, his overload hit him when he thought of his future plans for Mirage, filling the mech under him with transfluid. Mirage moaned, his vocalizer hitching and Sunstreaker continued his thrusts long enough to bring him over the edge to twitch and cry through his own overload.
With open vents and shaking, loosened hydraulics, Sunstreaker pulled out, hands lingering on Mirage’s hips. He’d left shallow dents in the shapes of servos behind, nothing that couldn’t easily be fixed. But the possessive marks were beautiful and even more arousing… Sunstreaker couldn’t wait until their next round of interfacing- but the plastic was beginning to harden.
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Sideswipe was clueless to what Sunstreaker was up to over the past stellar-cycle. Of course, he was always somehow half-right: knowing that Sunstreaker had some frag-partner, and blamed the secrecy of Sunny’s natural disposition: the yellow mech didn’t discuss the overtly personal and soft-sparked details of anything. He could talk dirty, but he didn’t talk affection. Sideswipe didn’t particularly care, either. There was no suspicion between the two; trust was second nature.
Sunstreaker didn’t think he was abusing the trust of his twin- never even considered it. Trust with Mirage was an entirely different matter.
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Moar plz!
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Anon Author, I am intrigued, aroused, and disturbed. Do go on.
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