Swindle never knew his fingers were this sensitive. He relishes every touch of the copter's mouth and tongue, feeling his arousal build more as Vortex hovers over him, feeling the urge to try and push against him but letting his body go slack and enjoying resisting it.
He whispers into the copter's audial, in a voice husky partly with intrinsic need and partly because Swindle tries to make it as seductive as possible:
He makes his way around the edge of Swindle's helm, glossa teasing along the ridge around his optics. He always did like those optics.
He avoids Swindle's lips, focusing instead on the planes of his cheeks, then down to his throat. He bites as he kisses, pressing hard, leaving tiny dents in cables and the mobile, thin armour plates; it's too tempting not to.
Every touch of the 'copter sends pure ecstatic energy scintillating through Swindle's very essence. It's wonderful, powerful, his team mate roving over him and setting off a torrent of rippling arousal, hitting on sensitive places where Swindle hadn't even known he was sensitive. Energy washes around him, his body quivers, his fists clench in the copter's grip.
Then Swindle relaxes, just wanting to feel his team mate in every way possible. His fingers uncurl as he opens the bond wide, opens everything wide, lets his sensor net absorb it all. The need for connection - like he had with Blast Off - echoes through him and he gives himself to Vortex and surrenders, allowing the copter's caresses to penetrate right to his core.
He moans, and repeats, his voice hazy and husky: "Like I said - just kiss me everywhere, anywhere, Vortex!"
Never having considered Swindle to be the kind of mech would would - or even could - get off on pain, Vortex responds to this new demand by biting harder.
Swindle flinches and cries out, optics shuttered, his fists clenching. But even though it's painful it isn't unenjoyable. It sends a barrage of thrilling currents rippling across the net and makes him feel dominated, needed, wanted. By Vortex. Which is pretty special.
But it does cross his mind that any more than that could enter the realm of the uncomfortable rather than that pleasureable. And Swindle deosn't want anything to ruin this.
He opens his optics and gazes imploringly at his team mate.
"Please!" [he says in a wheedling tone,] "just keep kissing me like that, Vortex!"
He likes the biting? This is a little unexpected. Still, he's making eye contact, he's pleading. Good.
Vortex pulls back slightly, enough to run a proprietorial hand down Swindle's arm to his windshield. His grip tightens around Swindle's wrists, squeezing hard.
Not breaking eye contact, and with the slightest wicked smirk on his lips, he continues to explore his team mate's armour, edging ever closer to his interface hardware.
Swindle shivers with delight as the hand runs down his front, loving the grip on his wrists, relishing in this newfound state of helplessness. Being at the merrcy of Vortex like this - its ...
Well it's just - incredible!
He keeps his optics open and looks down at Vortex, noting the predatory, wanting look and a shudder of complete and utter pure physical wanting wracks his frame.
He offlines his optics, switching to com, and his voice has a real guttural note of desperation now: // Hmmn .... Vortex, I want you! ......
And as the attentions creep closer to his interface panel - oh by Primus he does. His core temperature is shooting up rapidly and charges are building up eveywhere.
Swindle intakes sharply, his whole body jerking and arching up towards the finger as his temperature shoots to critical levels, his fan whirring into action.
As the charge simmers at the just pre critical mass level, he whimpers // Oh Primus, Vee, that's amazing, you have no idea how easily you could make me ... unnggghhhh .... \\
He has to bite on his lip component, hard, or he's going to overload again, right there and then, just with Vortex doing that. Not that this would be a catastrophe for Swindle. The way he's feeling now, he could go again and again. All night! But he does not know how the 'copter will react to him blowing again so soon. Worse still, he might consider it 'weak'.
And in the interests of keeping this going just the way it is - and definitely not appearing 'weak' - Swindle hangs on.
He slides the end of his finger the length of the seam, taking his time.
Swindle, it turns out, is fascinating. He hadn't realised it before, having before never had his team mate underneath him. He's hovering on the brink again, by the look of things. And so soon.
And he's complying, in his own slightly oblivious way. But Vortex can work around that.
He flares his energy field, a harsh, enduring ripple of energy all along Swindle's frame and dips his head to lick Swindle's lips.
Swindle is indeed on the brink. He hangs on desperately, his body twitchng and jerking as he emits a series of staticky whimpers down the com. Heat bursts out of him and his field flares, madly, wildly, barely in control.
Then the energy field settles over him like a warm, intoxicating blanket and Swindle loses it, unable to stop himself from tipping into the beginnings of overload, just as the copter's lips are suddenly on him, his mouth warm and exquisitely inviting.
Swindle half screams into the com, opening his mouth wide, straining upwards to try and kiss his team mate, struggling in his grip as the first waves of energy surge out and sparks crackle up and down his body.
//Mmmmmm...// He presses close, enjoying the shock of overload flickering against his energy field. But he doesn't allow Swindle to kiss him again, not just yet.
//Heh, you come quicker than Air Raid.//
With a flick of his fingers, he pops Swindle's interface cover open and feels his way inside.
Swindle never knew his fingers were this sensitive. He relishes every touch of the copter's mouth and tongue, feeling his arousal build more as Vortex hovers over him, feeling the urge to try and push against him but letting his body go slack and enjoying resisting it.
He whispers into the copter's audial, in a voice husky partly with intrinsic need and partly because Swindle tries to make it as seductive as possible:
"Kiss me - please ....
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//But you didn't say where.//
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Shutters his optics and allows the sensations to wash though him, energy rolling deliciously around his systems.
"Everywhere ...... "
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He avoids Swindle's lips, focusing instead on the planes of his cheeks, then down to his throat. He bites as he kisses, pressing hard, leaving tiny dents in cables and the mobile, thin armour plates; it's too tempting not to.
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Every touch of the 'copter sends pure ecstatic energy scintillating through Swindle's very essence. It's wonderful, powerful, his team mate roving over him and setting off a torrent of rippling arousal, hitting on sensitive places where Swindle hadn't even known he was sensitive. Energy washes around him, his body quivers, his fists clench in the copter's grip.
Then Swindle relaxes, just wanting to feel his team mate in every way possible. His fingers uncurl as he opens the bond wide, opens everything wide, lets his sensor net absorb it all. The need for connection - like he had with Blast Off - echoes through him and he gives himself to Vortex and surrenders, allowing the copter's caresses to penetrate right to his core.
He moans, and repeats, his voice hazy and husky: "Like I said - just kiss me everywhere, anywhere, Vortex!"
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Not that the neediness isn't gratifying, but he won't be dictated to by Swindle.
He waits a moment to (hopefully) let the lesson of the harsher bite sink in, then continues his exploration.
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The feel of the copter's denta sinking into his neck cables is fantastic. Swindle allows every bite, evey nibble, to reverberate though his net.
Mmmnnnnn ..... [His field flares]
But he still is not really listening, not reading Vortex's mindset.
Hence he murmurs "On second thoughts V .... mmmmnnn ..... just keep doing what you're doing ....."
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//I said, ask nicely.//
Even better, he thinks, beg.
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Swindle flinches and cries out, optics shuttered, his fists clenching. But even though it's painful it isn't unenjoyable. It sends a barrage of thrilling currents rippling across the net and makes him feel dominated, needed, wanted. By Vortex. Which is pretty special.
But it does cross his mind that any more than that could enter the realm of the uncomfortable rather than that pleasureable. And Swindle deosn't want anything to ruin this.
He opens his optics and gazes imploringly at his team mate.
"Please!" [he says in a wheedling tone,] "just keep kissing me like that, Vortex!"
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Vortex pulls back slightly, enough to run a proprietorial hand down Swindle's arm to his windshield. His grip tightens around Swindle's wrists, squeezing hard.
Not breaking eye contact, and with the slightest wicked smirk on his lips, he continues to explore his team mate's armour, edging ever closer to his interface hardware.
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Swindle shivers with delight as the hand runs down his front, loving the grip on his wrists, relishing in this newfound state of helplessness. Being at the merrcy of Vortex like this - its ...
Well it's just - incredible!
He keeps his optics open and looks down at Vortex, noting the predatory, wanting look and a shudder of complete and utter pure physical wanting wracks his frame.
He offlines his optics, switching to com, and his voice has a real guttural note of desperation now: // Hmmn .... Vortex, I want you! ......
And as the attentions creep closer to his interface panel - oh by Primus he does. His core temperature is shooting up rapidly and charges are building up eveywhere.
// Vortex .... please ... the panel .... please!
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He amps up the predatory grin, and slips the very end of his finger painfully slowly into the gap alongside the cover to Swindle's interface panel.
Learning how to control Swindle this way will be so much easier once they're connected.
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Swindle intakes sharply, his whole body jerking and arching up towards the finger as his temperature shoots to critical levels, his fan whirring into action.
As the charge simmers at the just pre critical mass level, he whimpers // Oh Primus, Vee, that's amazing, you have no idea how easily you could make me ... unnggghhhh .... \\
He has to bite on his lip component, hard, or he's going to overload again, right there and then, just with Vortex doing that. Not that this would be a catastrophe for Swindle. The way he's feeling now, he could go again and again. All night! But he does not know how the 'copter will react to him blowing again so soon. Worse still, he might consider it 'weak'.
And in the interests of keeping this going just the way it is - and definitely not appearing 'weak' - Swindle hangs on.
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Swindle, it turns out, is fascinating. He hadn't realised it before, having before never had his team mate underneath him. He's hovering on the brink again, by the look of things. And so soon.
And he's complying, in his own slightly oblivious way. But Vortex can work around that.
He flares his energy field, a harsh, enduring ripple of energy all along Swindle's frame and dips his head to lick Swindle's lips.
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Swindle is indeed on the brink. He hangs on desperately, his body twitchng and jerking as he emits a series of staticky whimpers down the com. Heat bursts out of him and his field flares, madly, wildly, barely in control.
Then the energy field settles over him like a warm, intoxicating blanket and Swindle loses it, unable to stop himself from tipping into the beginnings of overload, just as the copter's lips are suddenly on him, his mouth warm and exquisitely inviting.
Swindle half screams into the com, opening his mouth wide, straining upwards to try and kiss his team mate, struggling in his grip as the first waves of energy surge out and sparks crackle up and down his body.
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//Heh, you come quicker than Air Raid.//
With a flick of his fingers, he pops Swindle's interface cover open and feels his way inside.
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