Sunstorm Bluestreak 3
This is an alternate universe of lily-vendrem and xobit-prime's Greek-verse, co-written with Xobit. However, it IS NOT in the actual Greek-verse, or at least it's not in that continuity. It is also STICKY.
“Uhoo…” While Bluestreak still wasn’t sure of anything, his chassis happily took the touches, the pleasure. “What… d-door wings?” What in Vector Sigma’s name was the Seeker blabbering about? The vibrations and the nuzzling were making him feel all hot and ooh! Oh his panel felt so hot, even though it was open to the air. It itched too, not in an unpleasant way… “Mm, m-many… yeah, can…”
Sunstorm chuckled a little, Bluestreak was just so beautiful like this. He knew it was only the barest hint of what his mate would look like... Sunstorm moaned at that thought. But he had to focus on Bluestreak right now. Moving one hand down to the grey hips, Sunstorm tried to guide Bluestreak into moving more without it being too obvious. "You've got so many more fun things to nibble on or lick..." the Seeker muttered, mostly to himself, something to add to the vibrations.
Vaguely thinking that he really shouldn’t be doing this, Bluestreak cantered his hips until his panel touched hot armor. His fans picked up speed and he shivered from head to peds, door wings flexing helplessly. “Wha… what a-are yooo~oh, gods! ‘is h-happening?”
"Just a little pleasure, if you want it. Nothing's even going to go in to anything, don't worry..." By Zephyrus' storms, how could a mech make it to adulthood without knowing about grinding‽ Wondering about that nicely kept Sunstorm aware of what he was doing, and he was careful and dedicated in nibbling and stroking the door-wings and their joint. It would be lovely if he got to see Bluestreak overload from this...
‘Just a little pleasure’? Hazily, Bluestreak made an experimental roll of his hips and cried out when it proved just as pleasurable an action as he had thought it would be. He hadn’t ever tried grinding it against anything when he had it open… not that he had tried a whole lot past touching and stroking his spike. As if the dim memory had called it, his spike started to slid from its housing. “Is’n… not supo’sed ta happen…” But he couldn’t stop, oh no, he wanted the touches… Sunstorm’s touches so badly, wanted more than he was already given!
"There we go... what do you mean, it's not supposed to happen?" Sunstorm managed not to add that everything was behaving normally as far as he knew... which was a fair amount. The only hard part about this was in not giving in to the temptation to do more! "Mm... you are so gorgeous, Blue'... so beautiful..." He shifted position just a little, to give Bluestreak better contact, and made a mental note to be careful of the spike. Sunstorm would rather not 'risk' touching it until he was invited...
“’this… all… mm,” who cared! Maybe it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but it felt so good. Sunstorm wasn’t trying to do anything past making him feel really, really slagging good. Shifting and rocking, he mewled, whined, one hand going down to fist his own spike.
"Oh, Blue..." Sunstorm moaned again, gaze switching between watching Bluestreak's hand and watching his face. Both sights were well worth seeing. Bluestreak's touch was clearly uncertain, and his face... In Sunstorm's private opinion, Bluestreak's expression would fit perfectly on one of the temple's murals. "Does it feel good? Can you tell me how good it feels...?"
“Yes… um, S-sun…” It felt far too good, much, much better than it should. His spark had stopped hurting, instead tugging and reaching as if it knew the Seeker was so close. The pain ceasing alone would have been good, but with that came the pleasure and the… he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was there and it felt so, so good! “N-never tried… like this b-before...”
Tried it like what...? With a person...? Sunstorm had gathered that! He really wasn't sure he wanted to think about it too much right now, either. "Just enjoy... I'm sure you're close... I just want you to enjoy this, that's all I'm asking..." the Seeker said, fingers dipping just a little into the back-seam.
“Oh! Ohohoh!” Bluestreak shuddered hard, arching and grinding his hips down. His optics fritzed to white and then offlined as overload surged though him. It was completely different from when he had touched himself, he didn’t usually feel so… so wet, or like he needed something inside. His spark didn’t normally twinge either, but it added even more pleasure to his already dazed processor.
Sunstorm moaned, pulling Bluestreak close and kissing him before second thoughts caught up. When they did, he broke the kiss and helped Bluestreak lay against him. His vents worked quickly, and he would love so much to do more... He didn't, of course, waiting for Bluestreak to regain coherency. "You are so beautiful... that was so beautiful..." They would have to clean up, too... gah, with cloths, no tasting... oh well.
“I… t-that s-shouldn’t have h-happened!” Bluestreak didn’t fight the Seeker’s hold though, he felt rather melted. Wonderfully melted… was that how it was supposed to feel, if so he understood all the fuss a lot better. He also didn’t know what to do or say about the kiss… apart from knowing he wanted more, his dermas were tingling funnily.
"Well, I didn't plan on this... Um, I didn't notice anything happening that shouldn't have...?" Except maybe that Bluestreak should have know what grinding was, but other than that... Sunstorm would have suggested that they clean up now, but he was rather happy with Bluestreak not entirely thinking... It could wait. They did have the whole night, even if nothing more was planned.
“Stupid Vossian! I-I meant all o-of it… what was that?” Flushing with heat, Bluestreak rocked his hips in demonstration and half choked before trying to close his panel, unsuccessfully. That he had also never tried before, usually it just snapped shut?
He... felt bad about the pleasure? Sunstorm decided that didn't make any sense. Although... Helixians didn't seem to make much sense. Right then. "That... was... grinding and overloading...? Mm... your systems probably want more. Maybe... you should go clean up? I can take care of the mess here..." Odd to suggest that! But Bluestreak seemed to need distance, no matter how little sense it made. Sunstorm looked at the flushed face and smiled, stroking it before trying to help the other stand.
Oddly enough Bluestreak almost felt disappointed at Sunstorm’s suggestion that he go clean. On the other hand, the second he stood up he felt the slick tickling of lubricant sliding down his plating. He so needed to clean up! Needed to get his panel closed too… Unsteadily he made his way to the bath room and hesitated between the bath tub and the shower stall. In the end he chose the shower, hoping that a quick rinse would make his body stop burning.
Half a breem later he was leaning his helmet on the wall, whimpering quietly as his fingers worked over his still slick valve and spike. It didn’t seem to help at all, aside from amping up his heat. It wasn’t at all like that grinding thing, even though he tried ‘riding’ his own wrist. It just didn’t seem to do the trick! And he had no idea what to do because he was so not going back out there when his panel wouldn’t close.
Sunstorm did not feel in the least embarrassed about watching appreciatively as Bluestreak stumbled away. Unsteady and pleasured was a good look on the slim grounder... Once the bath room door was closed, Sunstorm brought out a cloth. Every priest had at least one for cleaning, and other supplies as well... Sunstorm did not immediately use it. After all, Bluestreak wasn't around to see and possibly get offended... A yellow hand skimmed through the mixed fluids on his chassis, and Sunstorm moaned softly. Not quite as good as it would be fresh...
A breem later, he had managed to clean up and stop feeling as though he would pounce the poor mech the moment Bluestreak left the bath room. ...And thinking of him all wet was not helping. And surely Bluestreak had to be almost done? Though his systems had wanted more... Sunstorm mewled at his imagination, this was not helping... He knocked on the door lightly.
Frustration burned in his spark, made his tanks turn as if he had eaten a bad piece of rust stick. He just couldn’t get off! Not even one of the usual little bursts, the thing he had known as ‘overloading’ before… well, before a breem or so ago. And he didn’t want one of the pale little imitations, slaggit! He wanted to be able to do to himself what Sunstorm had helped him achieve before… the knocking made him whine and smash his fist weakly against the tiles of the shower stall. “’Door’ isn’t locked…”
Sunstorm swallowed a moan at the invitation. "I won't... be able to keep my hands off you, Blue'. Are you sure?" At least it wouldn't be too crowded. Maybe Bluestreak would let him touch those parts, even...? Sunstorm whimpered again, imagining his hand around Bluestreak's spike... Or his mouth, maybe he could... ugh! Why couldn't he have resonated with someone who understood? But... Bluestreak was so gorgeous...
Sliding to the floor, Bluestreak hunched up, one hand still working his spike with the other resting on the water slick wall. At this point he didn’t know if he cared what Sunstorm did to him, as long as his chassis would stop humming with hunger… it felt like it never would! Slag that stupid Seeker, Unicron take him and his citystate! “Please! Sunstorm… I-I can’t…”
He opened the door, walked in, and carefully closed it behind him. Then he looked up, and moaned again at the sight of Bluestreak, water running down him, spike in hand... It would have been better if Bluestreak didn't look so frustrated. Sunstorm knelt behind Bluestreak, pulling the mech back against him and not really hesitating before covering the hand on his spike with his own.
“Ah!... i-it’s not fair!” Bluestreak felt the change immediately, the heat he felt changed, his chassis responding eagerly to Sunstorm’s presence. It felt wonderful, his frustration dissolving like it had never been. He still wanted to overload so badly, but he knew he could now… “Please, I-I need it so bad… s-so bad!”
Fair? It wasn't that horrible, knowing who one's mate was. Even when it demanded changes... even the ones who were kidnapped didn't seem to mind it that badly. How else would it be handled, though? "You don't have to beg... though you sound so good... I'll overload you as much as you want me too, you look so good overloading, or just like this, aroused..." Eventually, soon if things kept up like this, Sunstorm would need to ask Bluestreak to return the favor, but Sunstorm didn't need that yet.
“It’s not enough… your h-hand? I need… I-I don’t k-know what I n-need…” Bluestreak thrust his hips and keened helplessly. He just wanted to overload and then recharge, maybe things would look less insane in the light of a new cycle. And even if they didn’t at least he would be rested and could think! Hopefully Prowl would have time to talk to him, make sense of everything. “Please, Sun’, please!”
Fraggit. He wanted it, it wouldn't hurt Bluestreak, and he would just deal with the consequences. It would be worth it. "Here, turn around, hum? I have an idea... I'm sure you'll like it, it'll make you feel so good. Just need you to turn around, rest against the wall... Careful of you wings there..." Softly, Sunstorm helped Bluestreak turn around, barely drawing back enough to allow the movement. Bluestreak looked good like this...! Sunstorm wondered briefly if Bluestreak thought he looked as good. Probably couldn't really think at all...
Keening quietly, Bluestreak resisted the almost instinctive urge to pull the golden Seeker against him. He wanted to feel the other mech so badly, and that scared him to his spark core! Hugging one of his brothers was one thing, but to… to want to wantonly grind against a stranger, resonance be danged, that was just too weird for words. He seemed to be well and truly stuck on that… he knew he was stuck on it, but he just couldn’t seem to think when the golden Seeker was near. Pit, he couldn’t think when he wasn’t, Vector Sigma have mercy on his poor spark.
Sunstorm took a moment to kiss Bluestreak again, and then went ahead and trailed the kisses down the grey chassis. "So hot... I need to taste you, Blue', I need to..." Having water pouring down his wings was only helpful from one point of view... Sunstorm gave another low moan as he reached Bluestreak's spike, licking it once and then looking up, smiling before returning to licking.
What the Pit? ‘Needed to taste’? Bluestreak squeaked and jerked involuntarily at the lick, his processor too hazy from the kiss to really comprehend what the Seeker had been aiming at. Hands flew to strain against golden armor but instead he found himself gripping at it, vents working madly as more licks caressed his straining spike. “Oh gods… Ooh V-vector Si-i-igma… please, p-please!”
The plea to a different god caught Sunstorm for a moment, and he glanced up again. Bluestreak looked as good as ever... Sunstorm gave yet another shaky moan, pressing into Bluestreak's hands. "Taste good. Look good..." He took the spike into his mouth to keep from saying more, very sure that more would turn to pleading for thing Bluestreak had seemed unprepared to truly give yet. Having Bluestreak's spike in his mouth was very much worth it...
It was not at all what he had thought would happen, the sensation a shock to his systems and his unprepared processor. At first he couldn’t even comprehend what Sunstorm had done, the heat and wetness surrounding his spike completely unexplainable. Then he realized… understood? and didn’t know what to do about it. It was wrong, wasn’t it? it had to be but… it felt so good his spinal struts was all but melting. Curling forward, keening, the smaller Datsun clutched at the Seeker’s helmet and back.
Such pure reactions, such passion... And from something so simple. Sunstorm loved it, wished he could share it... Hands scrabbling against him felt good just because it was Bluestreak touching him. Sunstorm tried to pass the feelings on, sucking and running his glossa against the spike, trying to work out what places made Bluestreak louder. He reached up and around the chassis pressing to him, stroking whatever was in reach but not quite able to reach the door-wings.
Bluestreak was vaguely embarrassed that he didn’t last for more than a few clicks of this treatment. Considering that he had wanted this over with as fast as possible, that feeling did not help his confusion one bit. But then nothing that Sunstorm did, nothing that happen to him with the Seeker around, did anything but confuse him. Still… he had never tried anything as good as overloading, as feeling the Seeker swallow… honest to Primus swallow! his transfluid.
Oh, yes, that tasted just as good as he had thought it would. Purring in satisfaction and lazy arousal, Sunstorm shifted a little so that he was just laying his head in Bluestreak's lap. He wasn't in the way of the grounder's panel, if it decided to close, Sunstorm was careful about that... "Delicious. You taste so good, Bluestreak, look so good... do you feel better?"
“Uhoo…” While Bluestreak still wasn’t sure of anything, his chassis happily took the touches, the pleasure. “What… d-door wings?” What in Vector Sigma’s name was the Seeker blabbering about? The vibrations and the nuzzling were making him feel all hot and ooh! Oh his panel felt so hot, even though it was open to the air. It itched too, not in an unpleasant way… “Mm, m-many… yeah, can…”
Sunstorm chuckled a little, Bluestreak was just so beautiful like this. He knew it was only the barest hint of what his mate would look like... Sunstorm moaned at that thought. But he had to focus on Bluestreak right now. Moving one hand down to the grey hips, Sunstorm tried to guide Bluestreak into moving more without it being too obvious. "You've got so many more fun things to nibble on or lick..." the Seeker muttered, mostly to himself, something to add to the vibrations.
Vaguely thinking that he really shouldn’t be doing this, Bluestreak cantered his hips until his panel touched hot armor. His fans picked up speed and he shivered from head to peds, door wings flexing helplessly. “Wha… what a-are yooo~oh, gods! ‘is h-happening?”
"Just a little pleasure, if you want it. Nothing's even going to go in to anything, don't worry..." By Zephyrus' storms, how could a mech make it to adulthood without knowing about grinding‽ Wondering about that nicely kept Sunstorm aware of what he was doing, and he was careful and dedicated in nibbling and stroking the door-wings and their joint. It would be lovely if he got to see Bluestreak overload from this...
‘Just a little pleasure’? Hazily, Bluestreak made an experimental roll of his hips and cried out when it proved just as pleasurable an action as he had thought it would be. He hadn’t ever tried grinding it against anything when he had it open… not that he had tried a whole lot past touching and stroking his spike. As if the dim memory had called it, his spike started to slid from its housing. “Is’n… not supo’sed ta happen…” But he couldn’t stop, oh no, he wanted the touches… Sunstorm’s touches so badly, wanted more than he was already given!
"There we go... what do you mean, it's not supposed to happen?" Sunstorm managed not to add that everything was behaving normally as far as he knew... which was a fair amount. The only hard part about this was in not giving in to the temptation to do more! "Mm... you are so gorgeous, Blue'... so beautiful..." He shifted position just a little, to give Bluestreak better contact, and made a mental note to be careful of the spike. Sunstorm would rather not 'risk' touching it until he was invited...
“’this… all… mm,” who cared! Maybe it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but it felt so good. Sunstorm wasn’t trying to do anything past making him feel really, really slagging good. Shifting and rocking, he mewled, whined, one hand going down to fist his own spike.
"Oh, Blue..." Sunstorm moaned again, gaze switching between watching Bluestreak's hand and watching his face. Both sights were well worth seeing. Bluestreak's touch was clearly uncertain, and his face... In Sunstorm's private opinion, Bluestreak's expression would fit perfectly on one of the temple's murals. "Does it feel good? Can you tell me how good it feels...?"
“Yes… um, S-sun…” It felt far too good, much, much better than it should. His spark had stopped hurting, instead tugging and reaching as if it knew the Seeker was so close. The pain ceasing alone would have been good, but with that came the pleasure and the… he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was there and it felt so, so good! “N-never tried… like this b-before...”
Tried it like what...? With a person...? Sunstorm had gathered that! He really wasn't sure he wanted to think about it too much right now, either. "Just enjoy... I'm sure you're close... I just want you to enjoy this, that's all I'm asking..." the Seeker said, fingers dipping just a little into the back-seam.
“Oh! Ohohoh!” Bluestreak shuddered hard, arching and grinding his hips down. His optics fritzed to white and then offlined as overload surged though him. It was completely different from when he had touched himself, he didn’t usually feel so… so wet, or like he needed something inside. His spark didn’t normally twinge either, but it added even more pleasure to his already dazed processor.
Sunstorm moaned, pulling Bluestreak close and kissing him before second thoughts caught up. When they did, he broke the kiss and helped Bluestreak lay against him. His vents worked quickly, and he would love so much to do more... He didn't, of course, waiting for Bluestreak to regain coherency. "You are so beautiful... that was so beautiful..." They would have to clean up, too... gah, with cloths, no tasting... oh well.
“I… t-that s-shouldn’t have h-happened!” Bluestreak didn’t fight the Seeker’s hold though, he felt rather melted. Wonderfully melted… was that how it was supposed to feel, if so he understood all the fuss a lot better. He also didn’t know what to do or say about the kiss… apart from knowing he wanted more, his dermas were tingling funnily.
"Well, I didn't plan on this... Um, I didn't notice anything happening that shouldn't have...?" Except maybe that Bluestreak should have know what grinding was, but other than that... Sunstorm would have suggested that they clean up now, but he was rather happy with Bluestreak not entirely thinking... It could wait. They did have the whole night, even if nothing more was planned.
“Stupid Vossian! I-I meant all o-of it… what was that?” Flushing with heat, Bluestreak rocked his hips in demonstration and half choked before trying to close his panel, unsuccessfully. That he had also never tried before, usually it just snapped shut?
He... felt bad about the pleasure? Sunstorm decided that didn't make any sense. Although... Helixians didn't seem to make much sense. Right then. "That... was... grinding and overloading...? Mm... your systems probably want more. Maybe... you should go clean up? I can take care of the mess here..." Odd to suggest that! But Bluestreak seemed to need distance, no matter how little sense it made. Sunstorm looked at the flushed face and smiled, stroking it before trying to help the other stand.
Oddly enough Bluestreak almost felt disappointed at Sunstorm’s suggestion that he go clean. On the other hand, the second he stood up he felt the slick tickling of lubricant sliding down his plating. He so needed to clean up! Needed to get his panel closed too… Unsteadily he made his way to the bath room and hesitated between the bath tub and the shower stall. In the end he chose the shower, hoping that a quick rinse would make his body stop burning.
Half a breem later he was leaning his helmet on the wall, whimpering quietly as his fingers worked over his still slick valve and spike. It didn’t seem to help at all, aside from amping up his heat. It wasn’t at all like that grinding thing, even though he tried ‘riding’ his own wrist. It just didn’t seem to do the trick! And he had no idea what to do because he was so not going back out there when his panel wouldn’t close.
Sunstorm did not feel in the least embarrassed about watching appreciatively as Bluestreak stumbled away. Unsteady and pleasured was a good look on the slim grounder... Once the bath room door was closed, Sunstorm brought out a cloth. Every priest had at least one for cleaning, and other supplies as well... Sunstorm did not immediately use it. After all, Bluestreak wasn't around to see and possibly get offended... A yellow hand skimmed through the mixed fluids on his chassis, and Sunstorm moaned softly. Not quite as good as it would be fresh...
A breem later, he had managed to clean up and stop feeling as though he would pounce the poor mech the moment Bluestreak left the bath room. ...And thinking of him all wet was not helping. And surely Bluestreak had to be almost done? Though his systems had wanted more... Sunstorm mewled at his imagination, this was not helping... He knocked on the door lightly.
Frustration burned in his spark, made his tanks turn as if he had eaten a bad piece of rust stick. He just couldn’t get off! Not even one of the usual little bursts, the thing he had known as ‘overloading’ before… well, before a breem or so ago. And he didn’t want one of the pale little imitations, slaggit! He wanted to be able to do to himself what Sunstorm had helped him achieve before… the knocking made him whine and smash his fist weakly against the tiles of the shower stall. “’Door’ isn’t locked…”
Sunstorm swallowed a moan at the invitation. "I won't... be able to keep my hands off you, Blue'. Are you sure?" At least it wouldn't be too crowded. Maybe Bluestreak would let him touch those parts, even...? Sunstorm whimpered again, imagining his hand around Bluestreak's spike... Or his mouth, maybe he could... ugh! Why couldn't he have resonated with someone who understood? But... Bluestreak was so gorgeous...
Sliding to the floor, Bluestreak hunched up, one hand still working his spike with the other resting on the water slick wall. At this point he didn’t know if he cared what Sunstorm did to him, as long as his chassis would stop humming with hunger… it felt like it never would! Slag that stupid Seeker, Unicron take him and his citystate! “Please! Sunstorm… I-I can’t…”
He opened the door, walked in, and carefully closed it behind him. Then he looked up, and moaned again at the sight of Bluestreak, water running down him, spike in hand... It would have been better if Bluestreak didn't look so frustrated. Sunstorm knelt behind Bluestreak, pulling the mech back against him and not really hesitating before covering the hand on his spike with his own.
“Ah!... i-it’s not fair!” Bluestreak felt the change immediately, the heat he felt changed, his chassis responding eagerly to Sunstorm’s presence. It felt wonderful, his frustration dissolving like it had never been. He still wanted to overload so badly, but he knew he could now… “Please, I-I need it so bad… s-so bad!”
Fair? It wasn't that horrible, knowing who one's mate was. Even when it demanded changes... even the ones who were kidnapped didn't seem to mind it that badly. How else would it be handled, though? "You don't have to beg... though you sound so good... I'll overload you as much as you want me too, you look so good overloading, or just like this, aroused..." Eventually, soon if things kept up like this, Sunstorm would need to ask Bluestreak to return the favor, but Sunstorm didn't need that yet.
“It’s not enough… your h-hand? I need… I-I don’t k-know what I n-need…” Bluestreak thrust his hips and keened helplessly. He just wanted to overload and then recharge, maybe things would look less insane in the light of a new cycle. And even if they didn’t at least he would be rested and could think! Hopefully Prowl would have time to talk to him, make sense of everything. “Please, Sun’, please!”
Fraggit. He wanted it, it wouldn't hurt Bluestreak, and he would just deal with the consequences. It would be worth it. "Here, turn around, hum? I have an idea... I'm sure you'll like it, it'll make you feel so good. Just need you to turn around, rest against the wall... Careful of you wings there..." Softly, Sunstorm helped Bluestreak turn around, barely drawing back enough to allow the movement. Bluestreak looked good like this...! Sunstorm wondered briefly if Bluestreak thought he looked as good. Probably couldn't really think at all...
Keening quietly, Bluestreak resisted the almost instinctive urge to pull the golden Seeker against him. He wanted to feel the other mech so badly, and that scared him to his spark core! Hugging one of his brothers was one thing, but to… to want to wantonly grind against a stranger, resonance be danged, that was just too weird for words. He seemed to be well and truly stuck on that… he knew he was stuck on it, but he just couldn’t seem to think when the golden Seeker was near. Pit, he couldn’t think when he wasn’t, Vector Sigma have mercy on his poor spark.
Sunstorm took a moment to kiss Bluestreak again, and then went ahead and trailed the kisses down the grey chassis. "So hot... I need to taste you, Blue', I need to..." Having water pouring down his wings was only helpful from one point of view... Sunstorm gave another low moan as he reached Bluestreak's spike, licking it once and then looking up, smiling before returning to licking.
What the Pit? ‘Needed to taste’? Bluestreak squeaked and jerked involuntarily at the lick, his processor too hazy from the kiss to really comprehend what the Seeker had been aiming at. Hands flew to strain against golden armor but instead he found himself gripping at it, vents working madly as more licks caressed his straining spike. “Oh gods… Ooh V-vector Si-i-igma… please, p-please!”
The plea to a different god caught Sunstorm for a moment, and he glanced up again. Bluestreak looked as good as ever... Sunstorm gave yet another shaky moan, pressing into Bluestreak's hands. "Taste good. Look good..." He took the spike into his mouth to keep from saying more, very sure that more would turn to pleading for thing Bluestreak had seemed unprepared to truly give yet. Having Bluestreak's spike in his mouth was very much worth it...
It was not at all what he had thought would happen, the sensation a shock to his systems and his unprepared processor. At first he couldn’t even comprehend what Sunstorm had done, the heat and wetness surrounding his spike completely unexplainable. Then he realized… understood? and didn’t know what to do about it. It was wrong, wasn’t it? it had to be but… it felt so good his spinal struts was all but melting. Curling forward, keening, the smaller Datsun clutched at the Seeker’s helmet and back.
Such pure reactions, such passion... And from something so simple. Sunstorm loved it, wished he could share it... Hands scrabbling against him felt good just because it was Bluestreak touching him. Sunstorm tried to pass the feelings on, sucking and running his glossa against the spike, trying to work out what places made Bluestreak louder. He reached up and around the chassis pressing to him, stroking whatever was in reach but not quite able to reach the door-wings.
Bluestreak was vaguely embarrassed that he didn’t last for more than a few clicks of this treatment. Considering that he had wanted this over with as fast as possible, that feeling did not help his confusion one bit. But then nothing that Sunstorm did, nothing that happen to him with the Seeker around, did anything but confuse him. Still… he had never tried anything as good as overloading, as feeling the Seeker swallow… honest to Primus swallow! his transfluid.
Oh, yes, that tasted just as good as he had thought it would. Purring in satisfaction and lazy arousal, Sunstorm shifted a little so that he was just laying his head in Bluestreak's lap. He wasn't in the way of the grounder's panel, if it decided to close, Sunstorm was careful about that... "Delicious. You taste so good, Bluestreak, look so good... do you feel better?"