TF: Theory Proven
Rating: NC-17
Series: G1
Pairings: Perceptor/Brawn
Summary: It’s PWP… you need a summary?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_speedwriting Saturday 26th February prompt - PWP - Write a single smut scene without intro or outro, just the act. I can’t believe I wrote this.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: 4
Time: 47 minutes… and it seemed a helluva lot longer.
“I really don’t think that’s the best… oooh…” Perceptor cut off halfway through his sentence as Brawn wrapped his arms around his waist. He pulled the microscope off his chair and onto the floor.
“Just shut up and kiss me.” Perceptor did as he was told, exploring Brawn’s mouth with his glossa. Brawn just groaned in pleasure and tightened his grip on Perceptor.
“Can tell you’re a scientist.” Brawn murmured once Perceptor pulled back.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, all exploration and no passion.” He taunted, a smile on his face.
“Is that so?” Perceptor turned, twisting so that he was pinning Brawn to the laboratory floor.
“Yeah.” Brawn arched up trying to dislodge Perceptor, but the scientist had science and pivot points on his side, meaning that Brawn couldn’t dislodge him. Talented fingers danced across his armor and Brawn stifled a groan.
“No passion?” Perceptor repeated, lowering his head to lick a line across the most sensitive part of Brawn’s armor.
“No passion.” Brawn nodded, optics offline as he struggled against the rising tide of pleasure.
“You don’t sound so sure.” Perceptor’s voice was smug. Nimble fingers traced a path to Brawn’s interface panel, smoothing around the seams.
“Still need persuading.” Brawn managed, interface panel clicking open under Perceptor’s fingers.
“I think I can do that.” Perceptor smirked. “I am after all, a scientist.” He drew out Brawn’s connector cable, rolling the tip around in his fingers. “And persuasion is what I do best.” He mouthed the connector, charge sparking as his oral lubricant came into contact with the pins. Brawn let out a heady moan, fingers scrabbling for Perceptor’s armor.
“Something wrong?” He asked innocently, arching as Brawn’s fingers nudged against the seams of his armor.
“Tease.” Brawn growled, pulling Perceptor closer and claiming his mouth in a kiss. Perceptor didn’t reply, just pulling Brawn’s cable towards his own interface panel.
Brawn broke off with a sharp cry as Perceptor made the connection and flooded the newly-established link with raw desire.
“Frag...” Clawing at Perceptor’s plating, Brawn struggled to find the scientist’s panel, intent on completing the connection. As he did, Perceptor sent a surge of energy across the link, toppling Brawn into a processor-blowing overload. The feedback was enough to send Perceptor into his own overload.