[Swindle kisses his team mate with complete and utter abandon, his hands still gripping the 'copter's tightly and then not so tightly as Vortex kisses him back. Within no time he is lost, and there is nothing but Vortex, his essence, everything about him that Swindle has always wanted. A fierce wave of shimmering heat explodes through the jeep, he removes his hands to run them lightly, sensuously, over the rotors, shivering at the feel of them, then brings them down to press against the powerful chest
( ... )
This... is new. And not unpleasant. But it's Swindle, for frag's sake. The mech who sold him on for spare parts, and who never once made any effort to frag him before.
As as for when Swindle looks at him. It's disconcerting, like he's being assessed for intrinsic value.
//OK, Swindle, seriously, what the frag?//
He isn't sure Swindle's receiveing his comms. Or paying attention to them. Instead of a response, he gets a face full of gestalt partner. Which is, as before, not exactly unpleasant, especially when it comes with that delicious sparking ripple against his energy field.
But it doesn't exactly answer anything either. Unless this was what Swindle was after all along?
He still doesn't move his arms, but he continues to return the kiss.
[The copter kissing him back is not enough. Swindle wants more. Wants Vortex and wants Vortex to want him. Desperately, completely. he flares his field powerfully again and reaches out, kissing harder, clinging tighter.]
[If only the bond was open and he could transmit across it how much he has always wanted him .... how much he has always just melted at the mere presence of the copter, but been paralyzed when it has come to saying so.]
[Memories of times long past flash through Swindle's processor causing another burst of emotion and wanting.]
[Swindle does hear the com. Like a distant echo. Breaking the kiss, he draws back a little, nuzzling into the Copter's neck, nipping at the cords, pressing against him and bringing his hands to curl and cling at his shoulders.]
[Coms, his voice full of static:] // .... want you ... Vortex .... always wanted you .... want you so much ...
That, at last, makes sense. Something must have happened between Swindle and Slinky, something that sent Swindle rebounding back to his team.
Not that he devotes all his processing power to it, because mmmmm, that gentle nibbling pressure at his throat sends tiny pleasurable and wholly distracting thrills all through him.
He shudders and extricates his hands from between them. He isn't quite sure where to put them, whether he wants to flip Swindle onto his back in the dust and take him quick and rough, or spend a while learning how best to control his team mate's responses, how to elicit exactly what he wants with a gentle, exploratory caress. It doesn't cross his mind not to continue; it's been, what, a fortnight? It's far too long since he last interfaced.
I want you .... [he says it without even thinking.]
[As heat and desire explode through him afresh and everything burns with renewed intensity, Swindle makes the decision for Vortex. The desire to be under the copter, being fragged hard hard, being flooded with energy, the need to be lost, as he so badly wants to be lost, is so intense that his levels spike almost to the point of overload and he gasps, shuddering.]
[And he wants to fuck the copter back. Fiercely, hard, meeting every flare with one of his own, wants claw at him and scream in overload, wants to show Vortex just how much he loves fragging him and being fragged by him .... or maybe its just how much he loves him ...[With another burst of emotion, Swindle pulls back, intakes heaving, trailing his hands feverishly down the copter's arms and seizing Vortex's own. Then he edges back from Vortex's lap and sits on the floor, tugging at Vortex, willing him to come too, an expression of anguished need etched into his faceplates as his optics, wide and fluid and
( ... )
The decision made for him, Vortex pounces, hands on Swindle's shoulders, slamming his back to the floor. His rotors quiver, dripping high grade onto Swindle's chassis.
He squeezes Swindle's hips between his thighs, twisting his knees to rest the glass of his feet over Swindle's legs, pressing down.
And that's just how Swindle should be. On his back, pinned, needy and eager and oh so vulnerable.
He grins; this should be interesting. Not to mention worthwhile. Swindle's arousal is obvious, but Vortex isn't about to give him what he wants just yet.
Leaning down, he licks the spatters of high grade from Swindle's windshield.
[Swindle's systems seize in shock as he is thrown down, the sudden hardness of the floor as his back and head slam against it momentarily paralysing all thoughts, desires, emotions, everything.]
[And then there is suddenly the absolute and all pervading presence of the copter, bearing down, pressing, twisting him, hungry, wanting to frag him just as Swindle wants to frag back. Swindle's denta clamp tight, his fists clenching as his charge is instantaneously thrown to a peak, searing heat blazing through all this systems. And then the feel of that glossa slinking over his windshield .... his glossa .....]
// I want .... [Swindle tries vaguely to release a controlled scatter of energy, but instantly gives up.]
[He barely even forms the words before overload overtakes him, and he cries out, reaching blindly towards Vortex, hands clawing, pinned hips jerking in a futile attempt to buck, as everything explodes in overload, a violent burst of energy which scatters upward and showers the copter in sparks.]
He seizes Swindle's wrists, bemused, and pauses to enjoy the backlash of the overload as it ripples against his sensor net. He doesn't think he's ever seen anyone overload so quickly. Well, there was that time Cyclonus fragged him with a power cable, but he really doesn't think that's comparable.
He waits until Swindle appears to have finished, then resumes ever so slowly licking the high grade from the glass. As he progresses, his grip on Swindle's wrists only tightens.
[ Allows the waves of his overload to flow through him, becoming aware of the pressure on his wrists only as the spasms subside. Then the copter's glossa is on him again, stroking, teasing, and it sends another scatter, like an aftershock, reverberating through his frame and a fresh scatter of sparks, although nowhere near as intense as the first.]
[ Swindle is in robot heaven. He has the copter over him, gripping him, paying him the attention he's wanted for so long, adoring him, making love to him. And he adores him back. And does not want it to stop. Ever.]
[ He tries to speak, but can't. Delicious currents emanating from the copter's tongue tingle all through his circuits.]
[ He simply nods, his optics shuttered.]
[ He manages to com:] // Keep going ....
[ Already, he can feel the slow burn as the charge rises again.]
Another mouthful of sparks, and Swindle appears perfectly submissive. But it's hard to tell exactly what would be the best move to make next.
It occurs to Vortex that this would be easier if he hadn't closed the bond. Not that he's about to acess it again. He isn't so weak that he'll go back on that, regardless how insistent it is, how disconcerting he still finds it to be without the constant reminder of his team mates. No, he won't re-open the bod. Not before his team have begged him to.
And thinking of begging... He pins Swindle's hands either side of his head, an awkward angle for Swindle, but not for him.
//Oh no,// he says. //You don't get to demand. You get to ask.//
The overload has taken the edge off that searing need, released some of the pent up desire he has so long harboured for the copter. Swindle is in a euphoric haze of satiation. But it's far from complete, and he wants a lot more. The copter is right there, leaning over him, pinning him, and Swindle can feel that guttural desire raging, simmering, not quite read to activate again yet but not far off.
Vortex is - mmmnnn - just - well fraggin' onturning! Swindle thinks: He is just beautiful! And he's my team mate! And most of Nexusville wants him although they'd never admit it. And I'm going to have him - he's here asking me what I want. I can just lay here and tell him and let him take me, lose myself in him.
It's a delicious proposition. But what does Swindle want? He thinks about that. I want him to slowly frag me - I want to go mad with need but I want to see him beside himself also because of it. To be turned on and to turn him on - oh yeah - I am gonna soo turned on, but I am going to make him build up and explode!
( ... )
[Swindle kisses his team mate with complete and utter abandon, his hands still gripping the 'copter's tightly and then not so tightly as Vortex kisses him back. Within no time he is lost, and there is nothing but Vortex, his essence, everything about him that Swindle has always wanted. A fierce wave of shimmering heat explodes through the jeep, he removes his hands to run them lightly, sensuously, over the rotors, shivering at the feel of them, then brings them down to press against the powerful chest ( ... )
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As as for when Swindle looks at him. It's disconcerting, like he's being assessed for intrinsic value.
//OK, Swindle, seriously, what the frag?//
He isn't sure Swindle's receiveing his comms. Or paying attention to them. Instead of a response, he gets a face full of gestalt partner. Which is, as before, not exactly unpleasant, especially when it comes with that delicious sparking ripple against his energy field.
But it doesn't exactly answer anything either. Unless this was what Swindle was after all along?
He still doesn't move his arms, but he continues to return the kiss.
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[The copter kissing him back is not enough. Swindle wants more. Wants Vortex and wants Vortex to want him. Desperately, completely. he flares his field powerfully again and reaches out, kissing harder, clinging tighter.]
[If only the bond was open and he could transmit across it how much he has always wanted him .... how much he has always just melted at the mere presence of the copter, but been paralyzed when it has come to saying so.]
[Memories of times long past flash through Swindle's processor causing another burst of emotion and wanting.]
[Swindle does hear the com. Like a distant echo. Breaking the kiss, he draws back a little, nuzzling into the Copter's neck, nipping at the cords, pressing against him and bringing his hands to curl and cling at his shoulders.]
[Coms, his voice full of static:] // .... want you ... Vortex .... always wanted you .... want you so much ...
[He trembles at the depth behind his own words.]
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Not that he devotes all his processing power to it, because mmmmm, that gentle nibbling pressure at his throat sends tiny pleasurable and wholly distracting thrills all through him.
He shudders and extricates his hands from between them. He isn't quite sure where to put them, whether he wants to flip Swindle onto his back in the dust and take him quick and rough, or spend a while learning how best to control his team mate's responses, how to elicit exactly what he wants with a gentle, exploratory caress. It doesn't cross his mind not to continue; it's been, what, a fortnight? It's far too long since he last interfaced.
//Tell me again.//
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I want you .... [he says it without even thinking.]
[As heat and desire explode through him afresh and everything burns with renewed intensity, Swindle makes the decision for Vortex. The desire to be under the copter, being fragged hard hard, being flooded with energy, the need to be lost, as he so badly wants to be lost, is so intense that his levels spike almost to the point of overload and he gasps, shuddering.]
[And he wants to fuck the copter back. Fiercely, hard, meeting every flare with one of his own, wants claw at him and scream in overload, wants to show Vortex just how much he loves fragging him and being fragged by him .... or maybe its just how much he loves him ...[With another burst of emotion, Swindle pulls back, intakes heaving, trailing his hands feverishly down the copter's arms and seizing Vortex's own. Then he edges back from Vortex's lap and sits on the floor, tugging at Vortex, willing him to come too, an expression of anguished need etched into his faceplates as his optics, wide and fluid and ( ... )
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He squeezes Swindle's hips between his thighs, twisting his knees to rest the glass of his feet over Swindle's legs, pressing down.
And that's just how Swindle should be. On his back, pinned, needy and eager and oh so vulnerable.
He grins; this should be interesting. Not to mention worthwhile. Swindle's arousal is obvious, but Vortex isn't about to give him what he wants just yet.
Leaning down, he licks the spatters of high grade from Swindle's windshield.
//Tell me exactly what you want.//
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[Swindle's systems seize in shock as he is thrown down, the sudden hardness of the floor as his back and head slam against it momentarily paralysing all thoughts, desires, emotions, everything.]
[And then there is suddenly the absolute and all pervading presence of the copter, bearing down, pressing, twisting him, hungry, wanting to frag him just as Swindle wants to frag back. Swindle's denta clamp tight, his fists clenching as his charge is instantaneously thrown to a peak, searing heat blazing through all this systems. And then the feel of that glossa slinking over his windshield .... his glossa .....]
// I want .... [Swindle tries vaguely to release a controlled scatter of energy, but instantly gives up.]
[He barely even forms the words before overload overtakes him, and he cries out, reaching blindly towards Vortex, hands clawing, pinned hips jerking in a futile attempt to buck, as everything explodes in overload, a violent burst of energy which scatters upward and showers the copter in sparks.]
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He waits until Swindle appears to have finished, then resumes ever so slowly licking the high grade from the glass. As he progresses, his grip on Swindle's wrists only tightens.
//You like that?//
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[ Allows the waves of his overload to flow through him, becoming aware of the pressure on his wrists only as the spasms subside. Then the copter's glossa is on him again, stroking, teasing, and it sends another scatter, like an aftershock, reverberating through his frame and a fresh scatter of sparks, although nowhere near as intense as the first.]
[ Swindle is in robot heaven. He has the copter over him, gripping him, paying him the attention he's wanted for so long, adoring him, making love to him. And he adores him back. And does not want it to stop. Ever.]
[ He tries to speak, but can't. Delicious currents emanating from the copter's tongue tingle all through his circuits.]
[ He simply nods, his optics shuttered.]
[ He manages to com:] // Keep going ....
[ Already, he can feel the slow burn as the charge rises again.]
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It occurs to Vortex that this would be easier if he hadn't closed the bond. Not that he's about to acess it again. He isn't so weak that he'll go back on that, regardless how insistent it is, how disconcerting he still finds it to be without the constant reminder of his team mates. No, he won't re-open the bod. Not before his team have begged him to.
And thinking of begging... He pins Swindle's hands either side of his head, an awkward angle for Swindle, but not for him.
//Oh no,// he says. //You don't get to demand. You get to ask.//
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The overload has taken the edge off that searing need, released some of the pent up desire he has so long harboured for the copter. Swindle is in a euphoric haze of satiation. But it's far from complete, and he wants a lot more. The copter is right there, leaning over him, pinning him, and Swindle can feel that guttural desire raging, simmering, not quite read to activate again yet but not far off.
Vortex is - mmmnnn - just - well fraggin' onturning! Swindle thinks: He is just beautiful! And he's my team mate! And most of Nexusville wants him although they'd never admit it. And I'm going to have him - he's here asking me what I want. I can just lay here and tell him and let him take me, lose myself in him.
It's a delicious proposition. But what does Swindle want? He thinks about that. I want him to slowly frag me - I want to go mad with need but I want to see him beside himself also because of it. To be turned on and to turn him on - oh yeah - I am gonna soo turned on, but I am going to make him build up and explode! ( ... )
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He tugs Swindle's arms above his head, clasping both wrists in one hand.
//No demands.//
There are smears of high grade on Swindle's hands; he leans forward and sucks each finger clean.
//Ask nicely.//
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