TF: Custom: Enjoyment
Rating: NC-17
Series: G1
Pairings: Grapple/Inferno
Summary: Inferno nears his majority, and as custom dictates, another mech of the same frame type is to teach him about his own frame and about interfacing.
Warnings: Sticky, first time. All mechs are over the age of consent on Cybertron.
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: Continuation of the first part. And dammit… I have plot bunnies that want me to pair Red Alert and Inferno with different mechs… all in the same series! *mock glares at flarn_fanfic* And how many kinks do we think I can get in here?
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Relax, just concentrate on what I’m doing.” Inferno tried to do as Grapple said, but it was hard, especially with the way Grapple was running his hands across his plating. He’d experimented with tactile stimulation with a few of his friends, but it was nothing like this. Grapple’s every touch seemed to set his sensor net on fire, pleasure building slowly in his systems.
“Feel hot.” He muttered, unable to say much more as he arched beneath Grapple’s talented hands.
“You should do, it’s nothing to worry about.” Grapple soothed. “Let your plating open.” He tapped Inferno’s interface plating gently. Inferno found the code for the plating and it slid open beneath Grapple’s fingers.
“Perfect.” Grapple held back a moan as his fingertips touched the smooth plating around Inferno’s valve. Inferno hissed at the unusual sensation.
“Never got this far?” Grapple asked with a knowing smile. Inferno shook his head, all bluster and bravado gone now he was laid open in front of Grapple.
“The valve is the most sensitive part of your interfacing equipment.” Grapple said as he traced a finger around the rim of Inferno’s still sealed valve. “It has far more sensors embedded inside than the spike does.” He moved his hand, brushing Inferno’s spike housing with his fingers as he spoke and was rewarded with a strangled gasp from Inferno.
“Don’t hold back. Some partners enjoy hearing their lover’s pleasure.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” Grapple nuzzled against Inferno’s cheek, looking down at the younger mech. Inferno looked up at him trustingly, letting out a small moan as Grapple’s fingers dipped into his spike housing and caressed the tip of his spike. Grapple’s smile widened, and he repeated the motion, prompting another moan from Inferno.
“Take your time teasing your partner, don’t rush straight to the interfacing.” Grapple removed his hand from Inferno’s interface array, stroking back up the red mech’s stomach plating.
“No rushing, right.” Inferno repeated, arching against Grapple. The yellow mech twisted, covering more of Inferno’s frame with his own, effectively stopping him from moving too much.
“There can be just as much pleasure in touching and teasing as there can be in the actual interfacing itself.”
“Mmmmm.” Inferno could certainly agree with that. The way Grapple’s touches were inflaming him was astounding, and something he never thought possible. He could feel moisture building up in his valve, a low heat curling at the base of his tanks. He jumped as Grapple’s hand moved back down to cover his spike housing, slowly teasing his spike out.
“There, doesn’t that feel better?” Grapple asked quietly, pleased as Inferno gave a moan in answer. He wrapped his hand around Inferno’s spike, gauging its dimensions, which were definitely pleasing. Inferno instinctively thrust up into his hand, hissing as Grapple tightened his hold.
“Oh frag.”
“Feels good?” Grapple purred, leaning down to kiss Inferno and cutting off any answer. Not that he needed any answer; Inferno’s reaction was answer enough for him. The younger mech was certainly enjoying himself.
“More.” Inferno managed to get out, vents heaving. “Please?” He added almost as an afterthought. Grapple just smiled.
“We have plenty of time.” He murmured, nuzzling Inferno’s cheek. “So much time to do so many things. I have lots to teach you about your own frame.” He continued, pulling his hand away from Inferno’s spike and earning a whine.
“Something wrong?” He asked, a wicked glint in his optics.
“I’ll say!” Inferno exclaimed, pushing himself to a sitting position. “Yer a tease.” He accused.
“Of course.” Grapple accepted the insult as a compliment before turning a little more serious. “You want your seal broken, right? And you want to be able to interface with anyone, right?” He paused, waiting for Inferno to nod in agreement.
“Yeah…” Inferno nodded, watching Grapple as the older mech shifted postion.
“I want to teach you how to do that. I want to teach you how to please yourself and please others.” Inferno nodded again, not taking his optics off Grapple’s frame.
“Try it yourself.” Grapple indicated for Inferno to take himself in hand. Nervously, Inferno did so.
“Now, grip a little harder.” Grapple ordered, dropping his optics to watch Inferno’s hand wrap around his spike. Inferno’s optics flickered as he squeezed his spike and he let out a soft moan.
“Slide your hand up and down.” Inferno shuddered as he did so, another moan escaping him. Grapple smiled, one hand moving to cover Inferno’s.
“Slowly now. Listen to what your body is telling you.” Inferno offlined his optics, letting Grapple dictate the pace.