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lexL: you know what else would be hot
Ally: what >:3
L: playing with stasis cuffs
L: I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF G1 HAS STASIS CUFFS
Ally: WHO CARES LETS SAY THEY DO
L: oh god who would even wear them
Ally: Skyfire. ...okay either way it's hot.
Ally: mmm stasis cuffs.
L: ...Thundercracker.
Ally: oooooooooh.
L: *_* I like this possibly way too much.
Ally: me too ._.
Ally: LET'S TALK ABOUT IT MORE.
L: Yesssssssssss
Ally: I am extremely curious about whatever you are typing >:3
L: WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW
Ally: I WOULD.
[15years minutes later]
L: "Hey, flyboy, whatcha got there," Skywarp purred, sidling up to Thundercracker as if he were actually attempting to be subtle. Thundercracker knew better.
"Present for you," he murmured, leaning over to catch Skywarp's mouth for a moment.
"I like presents," Skywarp said happily. "...Well? Shall I try them on?"
Thundercracker laughed, the vibrations against Skywarp's cockpit making him shiver. "That's not your present, little flutter."
"Oh? Now I'm really curious," Skywarp hmmed. An instant later, his eyes widened. "Oh! ...ohhhhhh." His grin was slow, and it twisted his mouth into the peculiar madness Thundercracker so loved.
"Now you get it," Thundercracker teased, just to see what Skywarp would do.
"Shh," Skywarp soothed, one dark hand stroking down Thundercracker's arm to his wrist, clenching tight around his wrist where the stasis band would sit. His voice was full and throaty, vibrating in all the frequencies of lust as he said, "Enough of that, now. I'll take care of you. Don't you fret."
"I wasn't-" Thundercracker's vocalizer crackled, and he dropped limp to his knees as the stasis cuffs closed around his wrists. He fell heavily against Skywarp's hip, and a hand petted his helm - it rocked with every stroke, no tension in the cables to keep it steady.
"I'll take good, good care of you, pretty Thundercracker," Skywarp purred. He shoved Thundercracker over almost carelessly, stepping forward to straddle his ungainly sprawl.
Skywarp crouched down, his hands planted to each side of Thundercracker's head, and he murmured close by: "You look so good like this. Ready for whatever I want to do to you. You want whatever I dish out, is that it? Can take anything I give you?" He caught Thundercracker's chin, turned his face up at an awkward angle to capture his mouth. Thundercracker couldn't resist, couldn't even reciprocate, but it only seemed to urge Skywarp on to greater trembling heights of want.
Finally he drew back, cooling fans roaring, and murmured, "So good, pretty Thundercracker. Might just leave you like this, hm? I could feed you sips of energon. Would you like that, being my toy?" He couldn't leave Thundercracker's mouth alone for even an instant, cupping one hand along his jaw and rubbing the thumb along the slack parting of his lips, then pressing it inside to rub against Thundercracker's glossa. Thundercracker wished desperately he could respond, even just to flick teasing licks around Skywarp's thumb.
"Shh," Skywarp breathed, as if hearing Thundercracker's thoughts. "Mine now. All of you." He rocked his whole body against Thundercracker, a low noise building in his throat. "Mine. Oh, Thundercracker, mine, all mine..."
If he'd been able to respond... But Thundercracker could only lie there and take it as Skywarp murmured possessive endearments against his plating, pushed his legs askew and cupped a hand over his sealed array.
"Shh," Skywarp hissed, though Thundercracker hadn't made any noise at all; he tried though, oh how he tried to gasp or cry out as Skywarp forced his array to expose itself. Skywarp hardly waited for the seals to fully retract before he shoved in - a burst of momentary pain edging the sheer pleasure of being nothing more than Skywarp's want, Skywarp's desire. Nothing but this, Thundercracker thought desperately, Nothing but this, I want nothing but this.
"Ohh," Skywarp groaned soft beside his audio, "Oh Thundercracker. So good." He shifted, the pushes of his hips coming erratic as he jerked Thundercracker's body around, draping Thundercracker's bound wrists around his head and shoulder-vents before pulling up pale blue knees - Thundercracker was bent in a tight arc, but he couldn't care when Skywarp moved like that, when Skywarp hissed obscenities and stared at him so intently, when Skywarp kissed like he'd devour Thundercracker if only he could.
***
So when they're done, when Skywarp is licking at the mess he's made of Thundercracker and growling little endearments, Starscream crawls towards him and slowly, carefully, reaches out to lick at Skywarp's fingers, using just his tongue to coax them into his mouth to be sucked on, until eventually it's clear that Skywarp is thinking 'Why do I only have one set of stasis cuffs?!'
And Starscream purrs, "You won't need them, Skywarp. I'll be good for you."
Skywarp grabs him - by the wing, by the throat, doesn't even fucking matter to him - and throws Starscream down - close enough that he doesn't have to stop touching Thundercracker. Maybe even partly on top of Thundercracker. And he drags wet fingers over Starscream's golden belly hard enough to screech, and he growls, "Open. Now."
He shoves into Starscream still slick with Thundercracker's lubricants and Starscream just shivers and goes limp, watching Skywarp dimly, perfectly malleable and content.
Ally: what >:3
L: playing with stasis cuffs
L: I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF G1 HAS STASIS CUFFS
Ally: WHO CARES LETS SAY THEY DO
L: oh god who would even wear them
Ally: Skyfire. ...okay either way it's hot.
Ally: mmm stasis cuffs.
L: ...Thundercracker.
Ally: oooooooooh.
L: *_* I like this possibly way too much.
Ally: me too ._.
Ally: LET'S TALK ABOUT IT MORE.
L: Yesssssssssss
Ally: I am extremely curious about whatever you are typing >:3
L: WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW
Ally: I WOULD.
[15
L: "Hey, flyboy, whatcha got there," Skywarp purred, sidling up to Thundercracker as if he were actually attempting to be subtle. Thundercracker knew better.
"Present for you," he murmured, leaning over to catch Skywarp's mouth for a moment.
"I like presents," Skywarp said happily. "...Well? Shall I try them on?"
Thundercracker laughed, the vibrations against Skywarp's cockpit making him shiver. "That's not your present, little flutter."
"Oh? Now I'm really curious," Skywarp hmmed. An instant later, his eyes widened. "Oh! ...ohhhhhh." His grin was slow, and it twisted his mouth into the peculiar madness Thundercracker so loved.
"Now you get it," Thundercracker teased, just to see what Skywarp would do.
"Shh," Skywarp soothed, one dark hand stroking down Thundercracker's arm to his wrist, clenching tight around his wrist where the stasis band would sit. His voice was full and throaty, vibrating in all the frequencies of lust as he said, "Enough of that, now. I'll take care of you. Don't you fret."
"I wasn't-" Thundercracker's vocalizer crackled, and he dropped limp to his knees as the stasis cuffs closed around his wrists. He fell heavily against Skywarp's hip, and a hand petted his helm - it rocked with every stroke, no tension in the cables to keep it steady.
"I'll take good, good care of you, pretty Thundercracker," Skywarp purred. He shoved Thundercracker over almost carelessly, stepping forward to straddle his ungainly sprawl.
Skywarp crouched down, his hands planted to each side of Thundercracker's head, and he murmured close by: "You look so good like this. Ready for whatever I want to do to you. You want whatever I dish out, is that it? Can take anything I give you?" He caught Thundercracker's chin, turned his face up at an awkward angle to capture his mouth. Thundercracker couldn't resist, couldn't even reciprocate, but it only seemed to urge Skywarp on to greater trembling heights of want.
Finally he drew back, cooling fans roaring, and murmured, "So good, pretty Thundercracker. Might just leave you like this, hm? I could feed you sips of energon. Would you like that, being my toy?" He couldn't leave Thundercracker's mouth alone for even an instant, cupping one hand along his jaw and rubbing the thumb along the slack parting of his lips, then pressing it inside to rub against Thundercracker's glossa. Thundercracker wished desperately he could respond, even just to flick teasing licks around Skywarp's thumb.
"Shh," Skywarp breathed, as if hearing Thundercracker's thoughts. "Mine now. All of you." He rocked his whole body against Thundercracker, a low noise building in his throat. "Mine. Oh, Thundercracker, mine, all mine..."
If he'd been able to respond... But Thundercracker could only lie there and take it as Skywarp murmured possessive endearments against his plating, pushed his legs askew and cupped a hand over his sealed array.
"Shh," Skywarp hissed, though Thundercracker hadn't made any noise at all; he tried though, oh how he tried to gasp or cry out as Skywarp forced his array to expose itself. Skywarp hardly waited for the seals to fully retract before he shoved in - a burst of momentary pain edging the sheer pleasure of being nothing more than Skywarp's want, Skywarp's desire. Nothing but this, Thundercracker thought desperately, Nothing but this, I want nothing but this.
"Ohh," Skywarp groaned soft beside his audio, "Oh Thundercracker. So good." He shifted, the pushes of his hips coming erratic as he jerked Thundercracker's body around, draping Thundercracker's bound wrists around his head and shoulder-vents before pulling up pale blue knees - Thundercracker was bent in a tight arc, but he couldn't care when Skywarp moved like that, when Skywarp hissed obscenities and stared at him so intently, when Skywarp kissed like he'd devour Thundercracker if only he could.
***
So when they're done, when Skywarp is licking at the mess he's made of Thundercracker and growling little endearments, Starscream crawls towards him and slowly, carefully, reaches out to lick at Skywarp's fingers, using just his tongue to coax them into his mouth to be sucked on, until eventually it's clear that Skywarp is thinking 'Why do I only have one set of stasis cuffs?!'
And Starscream purrs, "You won't need them, Skywarp. I'll be good for you."
Skywarp grabs him - by the wing, by the throat, doesn't even fucking matter to him - and throws Starscream down - close enough that he doesn't have to stop touching Thundercracker. Maybe even partly on top of Thundercracker. And he drags wet fingers over Starscream's golden belly hard enough to screech, and he growls, "Open. Now."
He shoves into Starscream still slick with Thundercracker's lubricants and Starscream just shivers and goes limp, watching Skywarp dimly, perfectly malleable and content.
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