TF: Custom: Reciprocation
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 these. Yeah, I'm taking it sloooow.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Inferno, Grapple decided, was beautiful in overload. The younger mech was totally unrestrained, arching off the berth, giving into his pleasure completely. It was a sight to behold, and something Grapple wanted to see more of. Which, if he had his way, he would.
Inferno panted, limbs trembling as his systems slowed from the overload. It had felt like liquid fire burning through his circuits. He onlined his optics to see Grapple licking his hand clean, glossa swiping away the evidence of Inferno’s overload. Inferno licked his lips, belatedly realising that his hand was covered in transfluid also. Carefully, he brought his hand up, watching the thick fluid move across his hand. Tentatively, he licked up a drop of it, finding it to be not unpleasant. It was then he caught Grapple watching him, optics smouldering in desire.
“I…” He struggled to think of what to say. Thank you seemed a little inadequate, given how strutless he felt. Plus, Grapple was being paid for the privilege.
“I told you you’d know if you’d overloaded.” Grapple smiled teasingly. He knew that Inferno had been trying to make out he’d done more than he actually had. A lot of younger mechs did that, especially if they felt they had to keep up with their peers.
Inferno nodded slowly. There was no way he could mistake this feeling. His entire body seemed relaxed now; far more relaxed than he’d ever known it to feel. Belatedly, he had a thought.
“But you haven’t…”
“No, I haven’t.” Grapple nodded. “And it’s good that you’re concerned about that. One of the biggest parts of interfacing is making sure your partner enjoys it as much as you do.” Inferno nodded eagerly.
“That felt real good, so I wanna make sure you feel real good.” Grapple couldn’t help but smile at Inferno’s enthusiasm.
“Good.”
“So…” Inferno shifted a little uncomfortably, not entirely sure what to do know. “What do I do now?”
“Why don’t we start with what we did for you?” Grapple leant back, exposing his own spike, fully pressurised and ready. He gasped as Inferno’s hand gently touched his spike, biting back a groan when Inferno pulled back.
“Did it hurt?”
“No! No, it didn’t hurt. It felt nice. It’ll take a lot more pressure than that to hurt.” Grapple explained, tugging Inferno’s hand back to his spike. Covering Inferno’s hand with his, he encouraged the younger mech to grip a little tighter.
“Remember what felt good for you.” Grapple murmured, offlining his optics to concentrate on the sensations their joined hands were provoking. Inferno nodded, even though Grapple couldn’t see him, and slid their hands up and down Grapple’s spike.
“Mmmm, that’s good.” And Grapple wasn’t over-exaggerating, it did feel good. And Inferno’s inexperience only seemed to heighten his sensations. He could tell Inferno exactly how he liked it, and that would be how Inferno would do it.
Inferno relaxed a little once Grapple offlined his optics. He concentrated on the feel of Grapple’s spike, how different yet how similar it felt to his own. The slick glide of their hands up and down was almost rhythmic, and soothing. But Inferno could also remember exactly how it felt; how each slide made his fuel pump quicken and charge race around his circuits. He could remember the exact moment his overload struck, before he was overwhelmed with sensation. He sped up a little, wanting Grapple to feel the same, and was rewarded with a moan from the older mech.
“Twist your hand a little as you pull up.” He suggested, pulling his hand away to give Inferno the control. He groaned in approval as Inferno did just what he asked.
“Good?” Inferno asked, watching Grapple’s reactions carefully.
“Oh yes!” He arched up, thrusting into Inferno’s hand and overloading, coating the younger mech’s hand with transfluid. To his credit, Inferno didn’t pull away in surprise, he just stared down at his hand almost as though he found it hard to believe he’d just done that. Grapple onlined his optics and looked at Inferno, a lazy smile on his face.
“Don’t look so shocked at giving someone else an overload.” He teased lightly, pulling Inferno’s hand up to his mouth and lapping off some of the transfluid. Taking the hint, Inferno leant forward, cleaning off his own hand before kissing Grapple.
“So what’s next?” He asked as he pulled back. Grapple grinned.
“Plenty…”