Sunstorm Bluestreak 6
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.
He almost apologized again, but Bluestreak was asking for him to come closer... "I would... really recommend not... f- full out 'facing... I'm too- too..." It was pretty obvious what he was. Sunstorm made it to the berth, sitting on the edge and still twitching. He wanted to just lay Bluestreak down and TOUCH, but... he wanted to find out what Bluestreak would do, too. That kept him more or less still, though his temperature rocketed up at the mere possibility.
Sunstorm had sat down… that was probably a good idea, though it meant he had to get onto the floor. Bluestreak rose and nervously knelt down before the Seeker, putting shaking hands on to his knees. Licking his dermas he pushed gently to make his… Intended part his legs. “I don’t know… h-how much I will be able to do…” Reaching out, he stopped just short of touching Sunstorm’s panel.
Even the suggestion of being touched was enough to open Sunstorm's panel, but he tried to stroke Bluestreak, tried to focus on HIM. That, at least, was something the priest had practice at. "It's okay... Just do what you can. Please... And I'll make you feel very good after, just as soon as I can think a little..." His spike was out too, and Sunstorm almost felt bad for being so clearly out of control with a mech who was so very unsure.
Oh… well, no need to bother with finesse. Bluestreak supposed he had to be happy about that since he didn’t possess any kind of ‘finesse’ in regards to interfacing. Swallowing convulsively he touched… a moment later he felt really silly! And embarrassed. The spike felt like his own, just hotter, and of course he wasn’t quite prepared for it moving since it wasn’t his. What in the Pit had he been expecting? That it was slimy or barbed or something… probably, oh! He was so stupid sometimes.
"Ah-ah! Blue..." Sunstorm's hips moved into the touch, and he stroked Bluestreak in apology. "Hand feels good..." It did, in fact, feel better than Sunstorm remembered any of his other lovers. That might just be because he NEEDED this so much... The priest didn't quite think that was it. "Please don't stop..." He didn't touch the doorwings, as badly as he wanted to, remembering how strongly Bluestreak had reacted. Sunstorm knew they couldn't both be needy, though he couldn't remember why that was a bad idea.
A small whimper escaped Bluestreak when he tried to close his hand around the spike base and realized he couldn’t complete the circle. Sure it wasn’t a huge gap but the spike was still fairly much larger than his own. He didn’t have to move his hand too far up before he could completely fist it but… that really wasn’t what it was about, was it? “Your… you are p-pretty big.” Say something? Oh yes, here, have some inane natter. Covering his embarrassment, and furthering it, he awkwardly leaned in and licked at the spike tip.
He gasped again, though the urge to move his hips was successfully routed into flaring his wings instead. And WHAT was he supposed to SAY to that...? Sunstorm knew he was hardly the biggest, but that didn't seem the thing to say, and... "You... look so good...! Feel so good... M- Missed you..." Even though he hadn't really been away from Bluestreak, it was wholly accurate to say that he had missed this, what they SHOULD have, intimacy, pleasure...
Whimpering helplessly, Bluestreak pressed closer and boldly licked a little more, moving his other hand from the golden Seeker’s knee to his spike. He wanted this? He wanted this! Not knowing why was driving him nuts, the resonance… could that really make him want a stranger? Not that Sunstorm was a stranger anymore, they had talked and had circumstances been different he might have called him a friend. Now, he still didn’t know how to place the mech.
Sunstorm just moaned, curling around Bluestreak and barely keeping his hands from the wings. His vents were working full out, he was already responding to this so much more than he 'should', but OH. Bluestreak was touching him, HIS Bluestreak, beautiful little mech... "Bluestreak, don't stop... I need you, need you so bad, oh please...!" Not that he thought Bluestreak would stop... Sunstorm wasn't 'thinking' much at all.
It didn’t taste bad… not even when it began leaking a little. Somehow that surprised Bluestreak; he had expected it to be something he would need to force himself to. And Sunstorm’s reactions did things to him, made him hot and restless. Shifting, he tried to rub his thighs together, it… didn’t really work.
Uncertainly he began moving his hands rubbing at the hot spike, tilting his heat to place his mouth better and gently suck at a patch of it. He remembered how it had felt to have his spike ‘swallowed’ but he didn’t dare do that… he wasn’t sure he could go through with it.
"Oh... o-oh!" Overload was so much better with Bluestreak touching him, so very much better... Sunstorm sobbed a little, need decreasing but by no means vanishing. But he could think again, a little... Bluestreak had transfluid all over him. Sunstorm moaned a little, pulling Bluestreak up to lay him on the berth, still a little high as he pressed against the Helixian and began to lick him clean.
The hot splatter surprised him, being pulled up and ‘assaulted’ shocked him even more. It didn’t hurt of course, actually quite the opposite, making heat rise faster. His panel feel tight, about to burst. It was the last that made him cry out and slam his hands against Sunstorm in a weak attempt at struggling. He couldn’t deal with a full interface yet, maybe not for groons yet…
Sunstorm gave a short cry, looking at Bluestreak in surprise for a moment. Why was he afraid... "Just- just licking! Cleaning... Just an overload for you...! Nothing... really going in..." He tried to stop himself, though he rocked his still-erect spike against Bluestreak's leg. He DID remember, now, that he had said no interfacing, remembered why. As far as 'planning' had gone, he had only meant to lick Bluestreak again... and maybe overload himself while doing that!
“It’s… it’s too much, Sunstorm, I’m sorry! Just, just let me touch you?” He couldn’t do this yet, have the other mech this close, this intimate. It was fine as long as only one of them did most of the touching but… not like this. “Please? Just l-let me do the touching for now… I’ll m-make it good, okay?"
He mewled unhappily, but pulled away, gathering the last of the transfluids with his hand and licking it off as he lay down. He couldn't quite apologize, that would mean feeling the hurt Bluestreak innocently caused... But Sunstorm could do as his... his resonant asked. "M'kay. Guess you... you should get a chance... to explore..." That he could understand, that put this in terms the priest could understand and accept, and that made it hurt less.
Bluestreak huffed unsteadily and sat up, he wasn’t at all sure about this, no… but neither could he watch Sunstorm suffer. And the mech was suffering, trying so hard to not touch, not do what came naturally for a Seeker. And if HE could see that his Intended was suffering, he really had to be badly off. “I’m… um, w-what else feels good for you?”
"... ANYTHING. B- Bluestreak... Oh, Zephyrus... just... anything. Whatever you want to do. As long as it's you..." Sunstorm wasn't normally quite so open... and if Bluestreak really wanted to know, Sunstorm could tell him what he liked in nearly excruciating detail. But... But Bluestreak should get a chance to find out what HE enjoyed doing. He should, he would. He would.
“You’re… Mm, your wings are sensitive, right?” Settling on his knee joints at the Seeker’s side, Bluestreak reached out to touch the golden surface of one. He pulled his hand back as if burned, it had trembled under his touch.
Sunstorm whimpered as Bluestreak pulled back the moment his hand made contact with the wing surface. He had just overloaded, and he was acting like this... "Yes. Like... I guess like yours... are? Not really... delicate, don't be afraid...?" He really, REALLY wanted Bluestreak to touch him more... They seemed even more sensitive after so little contact. Was that why Bluestreak had reacted so strongly the first night?
Not delicate, Bluestreak supposed it depended on how you looked at it, but he put both hands on the trembling right wing anyway. It was weird to touch it, it did not feel like a door wing at all, the curves were wrong and… “A-am I doing it right?”
He fluttered his wing into the touches and moaned, nodding. "Yes. Yes, Blue... It's good...!" It really was, so very good. Sunstorm would have liked more, of course he would, but Bluestreak was exploring, and... and had no idea what to do with a flight-wing. "Mm, the... the bottom edge. Those flaps. Or the... the tips. If you... umm, if you suck the tips you'll... have me begging... or just screaming..."
Bottom edge, Bluestreak touched carefully and couldn’t help moaning brokenly at the resulting reaction. It didn’t seem to really matter what he did, Sunstorm was so high strung and… needy. Needy for him, because of him… it HURT! It wasn’t supposed to be like this, mates were supposed to be the end all and be all for each other. How would he ever manage to be more than an inconvenience to the Seeker priest? He couldn’t even give him a proper interface.
Bluestreak sounded good like that... Sunstorm longed to make him moan more, to grope and molest him until they both overloaded... Oh, that would be good. But he couldn't... but the hand felt good, and his vents were working, and did Bluestreak realize that he could overload from this? Sunstorm knew he was making noise, but had no idea if it was words or just moan and cries.
Maybe he should just concentrate on making Sunstorm overload, if he did that… if he did that he didn’t have to think about what his own chassis wanted. Squirming a bit he laid down, and experimentally sucked at the wing edge, a jerky movement surprised him so much he accidentally bit down, not hard but certainly enough to be felt.
"Oh! Bluestreak, good, feels good, don't stop, please, PLEASE..." The pressure of denta was unexpected, probably unintentional, but it only felt good. Sunstorm wished Bluestreak would do it again. He wished a lot of things... "Please... just a little more? Please, Blue'..."
He didn’t intend to stop, that would be cruel and Bluestreak was never intentionally cruel. Hesitantly biting again, he slowly moved towards the wing tip, bite, suck, lick… It was so strange, bringing another to overload. Feeling desire, real desire, not just physical lust. He knew his spark was in this, it was just his processor that wasn’t really convinced.
He was jerking, trying not to really writhe, wailing helplessly and babbling. Bluestreak's mouth felt divine on his wing, almost as nice it would on his spike, and Sunstorm wailed again at that thought. It would happen... surely it would happen! It would... Overload was so intense it almost hurt, though the Seeker distantly knew that it could get better. Case in point, Bluestreak was not there for him to hold while aftershocks echoed through his frame.
Pulling away felt a lot like abandoning Sunstorm, but Bluestreak was too afraid of what would happen if the Seeker touched him again. He wasn’t sure he could manage to not give in, and he was pretty sure he would blame that on the Seeker come next light cycle. Too much had happened in too short a time for it to be otherwise. When, he didn’t fool himself by saying if, he gave himself up to Sunstorm he wanted to be ready… or at least more ready than he was now, despite the heat flushing his chassis.
Sunstorm mewled, laying there for a moment. He still wanted more, of course he did, but he didn't need it... He shivered, feeling cold with no-one against him. When he had control of himself, or mostly so, he asked, "Are you alright?" This was not how it should be... but Sunstorm felt just a little too good to really complain about it right now. "I... Thank you." Sunstorm still hadn't moved, looking towards the ceiling and not really seeing it.
“Don’t know…” He was hot, but that was not really bad, was it? Bluestreak poked at his feelings and curiously looked at the prone Seeker. Sexy… there really was no other way to say it, the sleek chassis, open panel and pressurized spike. Even the splatters of transfluid wasn’t repulsive, they looked interesting against the golden armor. Maybe something more than interesting, he just wasn’t sure how to label it.
"Are you willing to try something?" For all the control Bluestreak showed in public, and he was GOOD at that, right now it was easy to see how needy the grounder was. Sunstorm wished that Bluestreak would admit it more... There was nothing wrong in wanting pleasure! "It should make us both overload." It was a little intimate... Sunstorm could not forget how Bluestreak had reacted to being cleaned, but maybe if he were asked first, he would be more... able?
“Try?” That sounded both good and bad, Bluestreak wasn’t sure if it was wise to say yes… like he really wanted to. He did have to show trust though; this was not going to work at all if he didn’t show trust! “I suppose… I am?”
It barely took a glance to decide that it would be better for Bluestreak to be on top. He wouldn't feel as trapped that way... "Here, open your panel and lay on top of me, okay? Nothing's going to go in, we're just going to rub together, okay?" Unfortunately, this meant Bluestreak would have to do more of the work... Interfacing should not be like this! Sunstorm pushed away the annoyance and focused on the Helixian, arms open and legs shut.
Well he had said he would try it… if it became too much he could pull away again! Bluestreak opened his panel, with relief, and straddled the Seeker’s legs, aft resting on golden knee joints. “I have to… lie on you? Wi-with our spikes touching?” Scooting upwards, he surveyed the rather messy Seeker, biting his dermas before hesitantly bumping their spikes together.
"Yes- oh!" Sunstorm smiled weakly, but he had to EXPLAIN... "That's the point. Mm... we rub them together until we both overload. It's best if you don't worry... about the mess. I'll clean us later. ...With cloths." His hip moved just a little as he spoke, and one hand rested lightly on Bluestreak's thigh. He really hoped Bluestreak let this continue...
“O-oh…” Bluestreak felt incredibly awkward as he lay down on top of the larger Seeker. His face plates were more or less on the level with Sunstorm’s chest, and spark. The pressure of Sunstorm’s spike against and his own plating on his spike made Bluestreak squirm and moan… and squirm more. What was he supposed to do? This was more frustrating than satisfying!
For a moment, Sunstorm just enjoyed the weight of Bluestreak laying on him. But Bluestreak was... well, he was unsure, of course he was. "Hum... Let's change this just a little, okay, pretty one?" Stilling Bluestreak's movements and holding him close, Sunstorm kissed Bluestreak's helmet and then managed to sit up. "You're probably going to want to keep moving..." The Seeker was able to fit his hand between them, though, and wrap it loosely around their spikes, moaning softly as he did so.
A strangled sound left the Helixian, and he did thrust his hips into the confining hand. It felt good, strange and… “Please?” His hands latched on to Sunstorm’s shoulders as he tried to get better leverage to move.
Dropping he head onto Bluestreak's shoulder, Sunstorm moaned at the feel of his resonant hanging off him. This was what it should be, warmth and closeness, pleasure for both of them... "Yes, Blue'. Yes..." He tightened his grip a little and began to move his hand up and down. "Just like this, so good with you..." Bluestreak was so gorgeous, so sweet...
‘With him’, Bluestreak made a sobbing sound and clung tighter, hips moving in an erratic patterns of thrusts. He didn’t need the reminder that he wasn’t Sunstorm’s only partner! He knew it all too well, the Seeker was so much better at this then he was. If it wasn’t for the resonance the golden priest wouldn’t have given him a second glance! The Helixian conveniently forgot that Sunstorm had approached him in the temple, not the other way around.
Well, with Bluestreak doing such a good job of holding on, Sunstorm felt free to use his other hand to stroke the smaller back. He made no effort to play with the doorwings, but he didn't make any effort to avoid them either. He loved the unpredictability of Bluestreak's movements, the weight of him in his lap... Turning his head, Sunstorm could lick and kiss Bluestreak's neck, something he did carefully. He didn't want to frighten Bluestreak, but oh... he wanted to experience the smaller mech. Wanted to experience everything he could...
He was really too far gone to worry about the intimacy of the situation. Bluestreak pressed into the kisses, fluttered his door wings in a blatant invitation. His fans were stuttering and whirring, trying to keep him somewhat cool, and failing. He was so, so close! The closeness of this act just seemed to built it all further up, towards an even bigger climax then when Sunstorm had sucked him off.
The door wings were so different from his, and so pretty when they moved. Sunstorm's hand was moving against the bottom edges, because that was what he could reach. Twisting just right, he was able to bring their derma together, and he moaned and mewled against Bluestreak's lips. His Bluestreak... his mate, soon. His...
Just a little more… and then he was there! Bluestreak arched, tearing his dermas from Sunstorm’s as he cried out, hot fluid splattering on both of them, spilling down their spikes to slick the Seeker’s fingers. He collapsed against the hot golden armor, half sobbing with relief and pleasure.
Bluestreak's overload brought Sunstorm's, Bluestreak just looked so beautiful, and the feel of his transfluids, spike moving against his... Sunstorm held Bluestreak close, enjoying his presence while the high lingered. "Ahh, Bluestreak... thank you for letting me do that..." He almost lay them both down, but Bluestreak might not want to wake up so sticky...
He just mewled, resting against his Intended because his entire chassis felt melted and strut less. He was still giving up, every time Sunstorm touched him it became clearer and clearer that he had nothing to give! Nothing aside from his chassis, and to someone like Sunstorm? What was that really worth… “Sun’? Can’t we bond soon… I mean s-sooner then we planned on? I’m… I’m scared…”
"Hmm?" Sunstorm's thoughts careened around a little, the request catching him off guard. "Um, well... there's no reason we can't? The ceremony is a notice of what has happened as often as not... But, there's plenty of time? You don't... have to feel rushed, or worried?" He wasn't going to refuse this time, though, not unless Bluestreak said something very worrying. They were going to bond eventually, why not sooner?
“I just… feel like I need it done?” Bluestreak shivered slightly, he wanted to get it over with… He didn’t think he could manage to ‘do’ the deed for the first time in front of their combined families. Well, not ‘in front’ in front, but as near as it came that it didn’t matter. “I don’t think I can do it i-if we wait… I’m afraid! Sun’, I’m sorry… I just…”
He... could understand that. Sunstorm was perfectly used to the idea of his family knowing when he was with a lover, at least some of the time, but Bluestreak... "Don't be sorry, please. You're doing nothing wrong... Would you, er... I mean, how much sooner? I would... kind of prefer not now, we're both rather warn out, and I've heard it takes... a fair bit of energy...?" It wasn't like he had ever merged or bonded before!
“Just… as soon as possible, it’s okay that it’s not going to be now, though.” Bluestreak bit his derma and huffed. He was going to have to sleep with Sunstorm, share the berth with him that was. After what had just happened it was ridiculous to be apprehensive about it, but he was… really apprehensive! “I guess we should try and recharge? Then we can… talk about it some more?” Not that he wanted to talk about it, getting it over with would be a lot better for his state of processor.
"Alright. Here, let me clean us up just a little..." As promised, he used a cloth, quickly wiping up the worst of the spilled transfluids. They would still want to shower in the morning, but Bluestreak should be okay until then. It took a little maneuvering until they were both comfortable, and Sunstorm wasn't really surprised that Bluestreak wasn't pressing against him, recharging in his arms... "Rest well, gorgeous."
Even tired and… sort of sated it took Bluestreak a long time to fall into recharge. There was just so many thing to think about. After some time he turned to look at Sunstorm, finding it oddly calming to see the other laying there, vents whirring softly. That was how the Helixian finally found his own rest.
He woke much differently, by being pulled against warm plating. Not fully online, he just murmured in protest and cuddled in.
He was... warm, when he woke up. Warm, and feeling good, very good. Things felt... right. So very right... Sunstorm hummed a little, idly petting the frame, small frame, in his arms. Who had he... Bluestreak? Why would Bluestreak be so close to him? It was sudden, unexpected... "Blue...?" It was so right. So perfect. Maybe things would work after all...
His hand crept up, further then it normally should have, and closed over the dermas making noise, the shape under his hand was unfamiliar? Oh, but he didn’t want to wake up and have to think again. It would be so much easier to recharge if Sunstorm would just stop talking and moving and… Sunstorm? “W-what?”
Oh, it was Bluestreak. Sunstorm couldn't answer the question, though, because he currently had a hand covering his mouth. The only logical thing the Seeker could work out was to kiss the hand, which he did, idly trying to suck one of the fingers in.
Arching back to look up, Bluestreak leveled a glare at his Intended, but couldn’t quite get himself to pull his hand back. It felt weird, nice but weird if he was to be honest, to have the Seeker play with his hand like that. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m not at all awake enough to… to do anything sensible…” And that sucking there… um no, watching as golden dermas closed around two of his fingers, Bluestreak felt his ability to think melt away.
"Dun gotta be sens'ble. 'M suckin'. Why, wanna be sucked elsewhere?" Sunstorm mumbled around the fingers he had managed to isolate. They were so small! Bluestreak was so cute... With his free arm, Sunstorm pulled Bluestreak up a little, so the shorter mech wouldn't have to stretch quite so much. There had been something they were going to talk about... It could wait, Sunstorm decided. Yeah... it could wait...
The drag of armor against armor really undid him, Bluestreak moaned and his optics dimmed to a hazy barely there blue glow. It was so nice, the warmth the coziness and the flaring desire seemed so very natural, so needed!
Bluestreak looked and sounded so good like this. No interfacing, though, Sunstorm did remember that much. Pity, he would so love to show Bluestreak how NICE it could feel... Still sucking on the Helixian's digits, Sunstorm tried to get Bluestreak to lay on top of him, just because that would put his wings in such perfect reach. Bluestreak could already reach his, so why shouldn't they both be able to touch?
Sitting up, Bluestreak looked down at the golden Seeker, his chassis was all hot again, from so little! Putting both his hands just above the glass canopy he lifted his aft a little and let his panel open. A long sound, much like pain left him when he sank down again, exposed equipment touching against his Intended.
The mewl from the loss of Bluestreak's fingers turned into a gasp, and Sunstorm arched. Bluestreak's hands were so CLOSE to his canopy, so close to his clasp, so close to so much. Sunstorm had never really felt much desire to offer his spark to a lover, but in this case it would be so right... He heard Bluestreak open his panel, but if he did the same, it would be far too easy to seat himself IN his beautiful soon-mate, but Bluestreak couldn't be ready... "Blue'...?"
“Oh… ooh… S-Sun’…” Rubbing his open panel against the larger mech Bluestreak could feel he was leaking lubricant. It didn’t really surprise him, he was so hot already, so hungry for things he could hardly articulate. One of his hands slipped, sending him down to sprawl over Sunstorm’s canopy, and sadly lifting his burning interface equipment away from the golden plating. “No! slag it… please?”
Oh... THAT was why not to just slide in. Bluestreak almost certainly had something in the way! Sunstorm was quite pleased with himself for remembering that, especially at this time in the morning. And he'd never been stretched... Sunstorm did what seemed to be the logical thing, reaching down and tracing Bluestreak's valve before carefully putting a finger in. Of course, he could just let Bluestreak use his valve, but this had to be done sometime, and Sunstorm WANTED it.
The shock of something entering his valve made Bluestreak rock forward with a short scream. The feeling wasn’t bad though, not at all, and soon enough he was lifting his aft up trying to feel more. He couldn’t describe it, something rubbing inside and along the edge of his valve… it made him want to melt, move… something!
Tight and warm, of course, and Bluestreak reacted so prettily. Sunstorm knew what to do, but he had never tried to help a virgin when he himself was so aroused and sleepy. It made his motions clumsier than would be ideal, for all that Sunstorm tried to be slow. He could try distracting Bluestreak... The thought came lazily, and Sunstorm acted on it, his free hand going to tease those pretty, pretty door wings while he hummed a little. Sunstorm really was enjoying himself!
Bluestreak made weak little moans and mewls as he was assaulted by pleasure. He couldn’t quite focus on both hands' actions, feelings clashing and competing in a way that threatened to stall his processor entirely. “Sun’… please!”
"Soon... soon! Almost got it..." Bluestreak was going to hurt in a moment... Sunstorm couldn't really move him for a kiss, they were sized too differently for that, but he could provide pleasure in other ways. Thank Zephyrus for the doorwings! Sunstorm would have been fairly clueless about what to touch to cause pleasure otherwise, as he tore the membrane as carefully as he was currently able. And there, that was done, but let Bluestreak overload, that would make the next round nicer for both of them. Nice, and longer, yes!
For a moment pain threatened to take the pleasure away and Bluestreak almost pulled away from the Seeker, then it was over. Mewling as the good feelings grew again he experimentally rocked against Sunstorm in a jerky uncertain way… he wanted to help!
"Sorry... that part's done now... now it's just pleasure, mm..." There were nodes in the valve, Sunstorm just had to find them... Find and stroke them, and really, he should have put another finger in sooner...! Sunstorm remedied that mistake, free hand leaving Bluestreak's doorwings to hold his hips, show him how to move. "Overload, pretty one, then we can do even more..."
It was easier to move when Sunstorm guided him, but he almost instantly missed the feel of fingers teasing his door wings. It felt a little uncomfortable when he was stretched wider but that only lasted till the fingers twisted and hit… something? Something that felt really, really good. No! It felt better than just good, it… Sunstorm twisted his fingers again and began rubbing at the spot and Bluestreak wailed, chassis convulsing in his first ‘real’ valve overload.
He only stilled his hand when Bluestreak's shaking began to taper off, though Sunstorm didn't remove his hand. He didn't want Bluestreak to feel empty any sooner than needed... "Beautiful. So gorgeous, Blue'..." He would love to share his mate... Other things first! "Come on... wanna give ya better one. M'kay?" NOW he could open his panel, mewling at the relief he felt, and then Sunstorm's hand was back on the door-wings.
Better… sure, right now Bluestreak had the feeling he would have agreed to anything. He felt so good, all floaty and hot, full and yet still yearning for more. It was a very strange combination but he didn’t question it, Sunstorm knew what he was doing. Oh did he ever! Purring, he pressed his door wing into the petting hand, gasping a little at the feel of the knowing fingers.
Best morning EVER. "So beautiful, Blue... so perfect..." Bluestreak really was, even if they were still uncertain about... everything. Sunstorm moaned unhappily as he pulled his fingers out of the wet valve, and he couldn't resist bringing them up to lick the fluids off. "Scoot down a little. M'spike's a bit lower, pretty one. It'll make you feel so good..." It would make Sunstorm feel pretty good to, but Bluestreak might be happier about it for his own pleasure...
Spike… Bluestreak was pretty sure he should protest that bit of information. Unfortunately he was too busy licking his own dermas, optics locked on the way Sunstorm lazily licked his fluid slicked fingers clean. How could it be that the priest could do this to him? make him so hot, so careless… make him want this! With a small sound of need, Bluestreak scooted back until he actually bumped into the Seeker’s very erect spike.
He nearly offered his digits, with what little fluid remained on them, to Bluestreak, with the way the pretty mech watched him. Bluestreak moved before Sunstorm could follow up on that idea, and the Seeker arched up with a hiss at the abrupt contact. His hand was back down in a moment, just long enough make sure Bluestreak's valve was where it should be before a roll of his hips slipped him partly into his future mate. His lover now, oh yes... "Down a little more... yes?" Sunstorm whimpered the question.
Bluestreak stiffened, from peds to the tip of his door wings, and stared wide opticked at nothing for a moment. His mouth hung open in a never uttered plea… then he collapsed in a shaking heap, valve working in shuddering convulsions, making him completely confused as to what he wanted. It had been such a sudden move! From one moment to the next he had something large, hot and unforgiving hard in him… and he liked it, his chassis was all but screaming for more.
Sunstorm could use both hands to stroke and pet Bluestreak now, rubbing his doors and his back and his aft. It was a good thing, the motions gave him something else to focus on, something beside the utterly decadent valve working around his spike. "Shh... take your time. Ohh... Zephyrus' WINDS, Bluestreak, you feel so good... Move when you can. It's up to you..." Even just this, though, Bluestreak was warm and pretty on his canopy, and it was quite enough for the moment.
It took quite some ‘time’ for Bluestreak’s chassis to calm down enough to feel anything past bliss. And what he felt then was partial emptiness. It was ridiculous, really it was, he should be angry now that he was able to process, sort of, that he was actually interfacing! Instead he was heaving himself up and trying to push his hips down, without much luck sadly.
"Umm..." It felt good when Bluestreak even started to move. But... he was too high...! Sunstorm gave a whimper before the very obvious answer of scooting HIMSELF up came to mind. It only took a little effort, and it seated him even deeper, and OH. "Is good..." More needed to be done, though... Sunstorm carefully pried Bluestreak away from him, just a little. "Sit up. Mm... the angles will be better for you... Can you do that?" If not, Sunstorm would move, though it wouldn't feel as good for Bluestreak... or they could turn over, maybe...
With Sunstorm’s help he managed to get upright, but as soon as the supporting hands left his frame he sank fully down on the spike. He screamed, loudly, it didn’t hurt really… just… Bluestreak didn’t even notice that he had collapsed again, shuddering and whimpering as he tried to adjust.
He had NOT anticipated that! His jerk at being taken in couldn't have helped, and Sunstorm still couldn't really think, because Bluestreak felt so GOOD around him, on him... "Sound good... It's... okay... you're okay, Blue'? Please?"His control was badly frayed, Sunstorm wasn't sure what he would do if Bluestreak didn't move soon... It had been too long, and he just wanted to make Bluestreak feel good, make him make him happy. Maybe they could even fall in love... "Blue~!"
“Ngh…” The only reason he even tried to speak was because Sunstorm sounded so afraid. Bluestreak almost felt swollen, he just couldn’t decide if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling. He couldn’t move, and didn’t really dare try too much either, afraid that he would rip something or well, just generally afraid that the strange feelings would turn out to be disguised pain.
That was... not a bad sound. Not at all... Mildly calmer, Sunstorm was able to go back to the door-wings, arousing and, hopefully, relaxing Bluestreak. Fears and worries were just waiting to be noticed as the Seeker woke up more, but the immediate pleasure kept them at bay. From there he could focus on Bluestreak... "Relax... feel... everything's fine... Everything is just... mmm..."
Eventually the continuing stimulation forced him to move, twitching his doorwings then restlessly moving his hands and finally his whole body. It ended in a choked cry of bliss as the spike in him pressed into a few nodes… That had felt so good! So, so slagging good. Trying for a more substantial movement caused him to start shaking again. Oh frag! Normally friendly, sunny Bluestreak half growled, half moaned with frustration.
"There... you go..." Bluestreak seemed to have no strength at all, and so Sunstorm took over for now, rolling his hips. It wasn't enough for him to pull very far out, but it still felt good, and Sunstorm gave a high mewl. "Blue... pretty Blue..." Shifting Bluestreak, Sunstorm's next half-thrust made him moan. It WAS good... not as good as it COULD be, maybe, but he didn't want to roll over. Maybe Bluestreak would be able to sit up in a while, or maybe it wouldn't matter, because OH.
He wasn’t breaking, not in the conventional way at least, though he might be breaking in other ways… his sanity for example. Who in all Pit could have convinced him to take the Seeker’s positively giant spike into his valve? Whoever it was deserved a life supply of candy tubes! Bluestreak fought to help with the moving thing, but every time Sunstorm did anything he just gave up and shook, moaned, or cried out instead.
There he went... Sunstorm relaxed more, petting Bluestreak with one hand and using his other to give a suggestion of support. Bluestreak was doing well, he really was, and he looked so GOOD, sounded so sweet. "Doing so well... you feel so good around me, Blue. Make such pretty noises, like your noises. Like YOU..."
The praise, funnily enough, was the proverbial last drop of energon… Bluestreak burrowed his face plates against Sunstorm and screamed as he reached overload. It made the spike feel bigger than just ‘giant’! He couldn’t even say he was really online though it all, it was so intense and… yeah. Not at all what he had imagined, no, much, much better than even his best extrapolation…
Sunstorm shrieked, caught in the valve, oh Zephyrus, how could a valve be so TIGHT... It only got tighter with the overloads, clamping and rippling against Sunstorm's spike and then filled with transfluid. And Bluestreak stayed after they were done, hot and limp across his chassis... Sunstorm began crooning softly, he was so happy... Happy and sated and everything was good.
He almost apologized again, but Bluestreak was asking for him to come closer... "I would... really recommend not... f- full out 'facing... I'm too- too..." It was pretty obvious what he was. Sunstorm made it to the berth, sitting on the edge and still twitching. He wanted to just lay Bluestreak down and TOUCH, but... he wanted to find out what Bluestreak would do, too. That kept him more or less still, though his temperature rocketed up at the mere possibility.
Sunstorm had sat down… that was probably a good idea, though it meant he had to get onto the floor. Bluestreak rose and nervously knelt down before the Seeker, putting shaking hands on to his knees. Licking his dermas he pushed gently to make his… Intended part his legs. “I don’t know… h-how much I will be able to do…” Reaching out, he stopped just short of touching Sunstorm’s panel.
Even the suggestion of being touched was enough to open Sunstorm's panel, but he tried to stroke Bluestreak, tried to focus on HIM. That, at least, was something the priest had practice at. "It's okay... Just do what you can. Please... And I'll make you feel very good after, just as soon as I can think a little..." His spike was out too, and Sunstorm almost felt bad for being so clearly out of control with a mech who was so very unsure.
Oh… well, no need to bother with finesse. Bluestreak supposed he had to be happy about that since he didn’t possess any kind of ‘finesse’ in regards to interfacing. Swallowing convulsively he touched… a moment later he felt really silly! And embarrassed. The spike felt like his own, just hotter, and of course he wasn’t quite prepared for it moving since it wasn’t his. What in the Pit had he been expecting? That it was slimy or barbed or something… probably, oh! He was so stupid sometimes.
"Ah-ah! Blue..." Sunstorm's hips moved into the touch, and he stroked Bluestreak in apology. "Hand feels good..." It did, in fact, feel better than Sunstorm remembered any of his other lovers. That might just be because he NEEDED this so much... The priest didn't quite think that was it. "Please don't stop..." He didn't touch the doorwings, as badly as he wanted to, remembering how strongly Bluestreak had reacted. Sunstorm knew they couldn't both be needy, though he couldn't remember why that was a bad idea.
A small whimper escaped Bluestreak when he tried to close his hand around the spike base and realized he couldn’t complete the circle. Sure it wasn’t a huge gap but the spike was still fairly much larger than his own. He didn’t have to move his hand too far up before he could completely fist it but… that really wasn’t what it was about, was it? “Your… you are p-pretty big.” Say something? Oh yes, here, have some inane natter. Covering his embarrassment, and furthering it, he awkwardly leaned in and licked at the spike tip.
He gasped again, though the urge to move his hips was successfully routed into flaring his wings instead. And WHAT was he supposed to SAY to that...? Sunstorm knew he was hardly the biggest, but that didn't seem the thing to say, and... "You... look so good...! Feel so good... M- Missed you..." Even though he hadn't really been away from Bluestreak, it was wholly accurate to say that he had missed this, what they SHOULD have, intimacy, pleasure...
Whimpering helplessly, Bluestreak pressed closer and boldly licked a little more, moving his other hand from the golden Seeker’s knee to his spike. He wanted this? He wanted this! Not knowing why was driving him nuts, the resonance… could that really make him want a stranger? Not that Sunstorm was a stranger anymore, they had talked and had circumstances been different he might have called him a friend. Now, he still didn’t know how to place the mech.
Sunstorm just moaned, curling around Bluestreak and barely keeping his hands from the wings. His vents were working full out, he was already responding to this so much more than he 'should', but OH. Bluestreak was touching him, HIS Bluestreak, beautiful little mech... "Bluestreak, don't stop... I need you, need you so bad, oh please...!" Not that he thought Bluestreak would stop... Sunstorm wasn't 'thinking' much at all.
It didn’t taste bad… not even when it began leaking a little. Somehow that surprised Bluestreak; he had expected it to be something he would need to force himself to. And Sunstorm’s reactions did things to him, made him hot and restless. Shifting, he tried to rub his thighs together, it… didn’t really work.
Uncertainly he began moving his hands rubbing at the hot spike, tilting his heat to place his mouth better and gently suck at a patch of it. He remembered how it had felt to have his spike ‘swallowed’ but he didn’t dare do that… he wasn’t sure he could go through with it.
"Oh... o-oh!" Overload was so much better with Bluestreak touching him, so very much better... Sunstorm sobbed a little, need decreasing but by no means vanishing. But he could think again, a little... Bluestreak had transfluid all over him. Sunstorm moaned a little, pulling Bluestreak up to lay him on the berth, still a little high as he pressed against the Helixian and began to lick him clean.
The hot splatter surprised him, being pulled up and ‘assaulted’ shocked him even more. It didn’t hurt of course, actually quite the opposite, making heat rise faster. His panel feel tight, about to burst. It was the last that made him cry out and slam his hands against Sunstorm in a weak attempt at struggling. He couldn’t deal with a full interface yet, maybe not for groons yet…
Sunstorm gave a short cry, looking at Bluestreak in surprise for a moment. Why was he afraid... "Just- just licking! Cleaning... Just an overload for you...! Nothing... really going in..." He tried to stop himself, though he rocked his still-erect spike against Bluestreak's leg. He DID remember, now, that he had said no interfacing, remembered why. As far as 'planning' had gone, he had only meant to lick Bluestreak again... and maybe overload himself while doing that!
“It’s… it’s too much, Sunstorm, I’m sorry! Just, just let me touch you?” He couldn’t do this yet, have the other mech this close, this intimate. It was fine as long as only one of them did most of the touching but… not like this. “Please? Just l-let me do the touching for now… I’ll m-make it good, okay?"
He mewled unhappily, but pulled away, gathering the last of the transfluids with his hand and licking it off as he lay down. He couldn't quite apologize, that would mean feeling the hurt Bluestreak innocently caused... But Sunstorm could do as his... his resonant asked. "M'kay. Guess you... you should get a chance... to explore..." That he could understand, that put this in terms the priest could understand and accept, and that made it hurt less.
Bluestreak huffed unsteadily and sat up, he wasn’t at all sure about this, no… but neither could he watch Sunstorm suffer. And the mech was suffering, trying so hard to not touch, not do what came naturally for a Seeker. And if HE could see that his Intended was suffering, he really had to be badly off. “I’m… um, w-what else feels good for you?”
"... ANYTHING. B- Bluestreak... Oh, Zephyrus... just... anything. Whatever you want to do. As long as it's you..." Sunstorm wasn't normally quite so open... and if Bluestreak really wanted to know, Sunstorm could tell him what he liked in nearly excruciating detail. But... But Bluestreak should get a chance to find out what HE enjoyed doing. He should, he would. He would.
“You’re… Mm, your wings are sensitive, right?” Settling on his knee joints at the Seeker’s side, Bluestreak reached out to touch the golden surface of one. He pulled his hand back as if burned, it had trembled under his touch.
Sunstorm whimpered as Bluestreak pulled back the moment his hand made contact with the wing surface. He had just overloaded, and he was acting like this... "Yes. Like... I guess like yours... are? Not really... delicate, don't be afraid...?" He really, REALLY wanted Bluestreak to touch him more... They seemed even more sensitive after so little contact. Was that why Bluestreak had reacted so strongly the first night?
Not delicate, Bluestreak supposed it depended on how you looked at it, but he put both hands on the trembling right wing anyway. It was weird to touch it, it did not feel like a door wing at all, the curves were wrong and… “A-am I doing it right?”
He fluttered his wing into the touches and moaned, nodding. "Yes. Yes, Blue... It's good...!" It really was, so very good. Sunstorm would have liked more, of course he would, but Bluestreak was exploring, and... and had no idea what to do with a flight-wing. "Mm, the... the bottom edge. Those flaps. Or the... the tips. If you... umm, if you suck the tips you'll... have me begging... or just screaming..."
Bottom edge, Bluestreak touched carefully and couldn’t help moaning brokenly at the resulting reaction. It didn’t seem to really matter what he did, Sunstorm was so high strung and… needy. Needy for him, because of him… it HURT! It wasn’t supposed to be like this, mates were supposed to be the end all and be all for each other. How would he ever manage to be more than an inconvenience to the Seeker priest? He couldn’t even give him a proper interface.
Bluestreak sounded good like that... Sunstorm longed to make him moan more, to grope and molest him until they both overloaded... Oh, that would be good. But he couldn't... but the hand felt good, and his vents were working, and did Bluestreak realize that he could overload from this? Sunstorm knew he was making noise, but had no idea if it was words or just moan and cries.
Maybe he should just concentrate on making Sunstorm overload, if he did that… if he did that he didn’t have to think about what his own chassis wanted. Squirming a bit he laid down, and experimentally sucked at the wing edge, a jerky movement surprised him so much he accidentally bit down, not hard but certainly enough to be felt.
"Oh! Bluestreak, good, feels good, don't stop, please, PLEASE..." The pressure of denta was unexpected, probably unintentional, but it only felt good. Sunstorm wished Bluestreak would do it again. He wished a lot of things... "Please... just a little more? Please, Blue'..."
He didn’t intend to stop, that would be cruel and Bluestreak was never intentionally cruel. Hesitantly biting again, he slowly moved towards the wing tip, bite, suck, lick… It was so strange, bringing another to overload. Feeling desire, real desire, not just physical lust. He knew his spark was in this, it was just his processor that wasn’t really convinced.
He was jerking, trying not to really writhe, wailing helplessly and babbling. Bluestreak's mouth felt divine on his wing, almost as nice it would on his spike, and Sunstorm wailed again at that thought. It would happen... surely it would happen! It would... Overload was so intense it almost hurt, though the Seeker distantly knew that it could get better. Case in point, Bluestreak was not there for him to hold while aftershocks echoed through his frame.
Pulling away felt a lot like abandoning Sunstorm, but Bluestreak was too afraid of what would happen if the Seeker touched him again. He wasn’t sure he could manage to not give in, and he was pretty sure he would blame that on the Seeker come next light cycle. Too much had happened in too short a time for it to be otherwise. When, he didn’t fool himself by saying if, he gave himself up to Sunstorm he wanted to be ready… or at least more ready than he was now, despite the heat flushing his chassis.
Sunstorm mewled, laying there for a moment. He still wanted more, of course he did, but he didn't need it... He shivered, feeling cold with no-one against him. When he had control of himself, or mostly so, he asked, "Are you alright?" This was not how it should be... but Sunstorm felt just a little too good to really complain about it right now. "I... Thank you." Sunstorm still hadn't moved, looking towards the ceiling and not really seeing it.
“Don’t know…” He was hot, but that was not really bad, was it? Bluestreak poked at his feelings and curiously looked at the prone Seeker. Sexy… there really was no other way to say it, the sleek chassis, open panel and pressurized spike. Even the splatters of transfluid wasn’t repulsive, they looked interesting against the golden armor. Maybe something more than interesting, he just wasn’t sure how to label it.
"Are you willing to try something?" For all the control Bluestreak showed in public, and he was GOOD at that, right now it was easy to see how needy the grounder was. Sunstorm wished that Bluestreak would admit it more... There was nothing wrong in wanting pleasure! "It should make us both overload." It was a little intimate... Sunstorm could not forget how Bluestreak had reacted to being cleaned, but maybe if he were asked first, he would be more... able?
“Try?” That sounded both good and bad, Bluestreak wasn’t sure if it was wise to say yes… like he really wanted to. He did have to show trust though; this was not going to work at all if he didn’t show trust! “I suppose… I am?”
It barely took a glance to decide that it would be better for Bluestreak to be on top. He wouldn't feel as trapped that way... "Here, open your panel and lay on top of me, okay? Nothing's going to go in, we're just going to rub together, okay?" Unfortunately, this meant Bluestreak would have to do more of the work... Interfacing should not be like this! Sunstorm pushed away the annoyance and focused on the Helixian, arms open and legs shut.
Well he had said he would try it… if it became too much he could pull away again! Bluestreak opened his panel, with relief, and straddled the Seeker’s legs, aft resting on golden knee joints. “I have to… lie on you? Wi-with our spikes touching?” Scooting upwards, he surveyed the rather messy Seeker, biting his dermas before hesitantly bumping their spikes together.
"Yes- oh!" Sunstorm smiled weakly, but he had to EXPLAIN... "That's the point. Mm... we rub them together until we both overload. It's best if you don't worry... about the mess. I'll clean us later. ...With cloths." His hip moved just a little as he spoke, and one hand rested lightly on Bluestreak's thigh. He really hoped Bluestreak let this continue...
“O-oh…” Bluestreak felt incredibly awkward as he lay down on top of the larger Seeker. His face plates were more or less on the level with Sunstorm’s chest, and spark. The pressure of Sunstorm’s spike against and his own plating on his spike made Bluestreak squirm and moan… and squirm more. What was he supposed to do? This was more frustrating than satisfying!
For a moment, Sunstorm just enjoyed the weight of Bluestreak laying on him. But Bluestreak was... well, he was unsure, of course he was. "Hum... Let's change this just a little, okay, pretty one?" Stilling Bluestreak's movements and holding him close, Sunstorm kissed Bluestreak's helmet and then managed to sit up. "You're probably going to want to keep moving..." The Seeker was able to fit his hand between them, though, and wrap it loosely around their spikes, moaning softly as he did so.
A strangled sound left the Helixian, and he did thrust his hips into the confining hand. It felt good, strange and… “Please?” His hands latched on to Sunstorm’s shoulders as he tried to get better leverage to move.
Dropping he head onto Bluestreak's shoulder, Sunstorm moaned at the feel of his resonant hanging off him. This was what it should be, warmth and closeness, pleasure for both of them... "Yes, Blue'. Yes..." He tightened his grip a little and began to move his hand up and down. "Just like this, so good with you..." Bluestreak was so gorgeous, so sweet...
‘With him’, Bluestreak made a sobbing sound and clung tighter, hips moving in an erratic patterns of thrusts. He didn’t need the reminder that he wasn’t Sunstorm’s only partner! He knew it all too well, the Seeker was so much better at this then he was. If it wasn’t for the resonance the golden priest wouldn’t have given him a second glance! The Helixian conveniently forgot that Sunstorm had approached him in the temple, not the other way around.
Well, with Bluestreak doing such a good job of holding on, Sunstorm felt free to use his other hand to stroke the smaller back. He made no effort to play with the doorwings, but he didn't make any effort to avoid them either. He loved the unpredictability of Bluestreak's movements, the weight of him in his lap... Turning his head, Sunstorm could lick and kiss Bluestreak's neck, something he did carefully. He didn't want to frighten Bluestreak, but oh... he wanted to experience the smaller mech. Wanted to experience everything he could...
He was really too far gone to worry about the intimacy of the situation. Bluestreak pressed into the kisses, fluttered his door wings in a blatant invitation. His fans were stuttering and whirring, trying to keep him somewhat cool, and failing. He was so, so close! The closeness of this act just seemed to built it all further up, towards an even bigger climax then when Sunstorm had sucked him off.
The door wings were so different from his, and so pretty when they moved. Sunstorm's hand was moving against the bottom edges, because that was what he could reach. Twisting just right, he was able to bring their derma together, and he moaned and mewled against Bluestreak's lips. His Bluestreak... his mate, soon. His...
Just a little more… and then he was there! Bluestreak arched, tearing his dermas from Sunstorm’s as he cried out, hot fluid splattering on both of them, spilling down their spikes to slick the Seeker’s fingers. He collapsed against the hot golden armor, half sobbing with relief and pleasure.
Bluestreak's overload brought Sunstorm's, Bluestreak just looked so beautiful, and the feel of his transfluids, spike moving against his... Sunstorm held Bluestreak close, enjoying his presence while the high lingered. "Ahh, Bluestreak... thank you for letting me do that..." He almost lay them both down, but Bluestreak might not want to wake up so sticky...
He just mewled, resting against his Intended because his entire chassis felt melted and strut less. He was still giving up, every time Sunstorm touched him it became clearer and clearer that he had nothing to give! Nothing aside from his chassis, and to someone like Sunstorm? What was that really worth… “Sun’? Can’t we bond soon… I mean s-sooner then we planned on? I’m… I’m scared…”
"Hmm?" Sunstorm's thoughts careened around a little, the request catching him off guard. "Um, well... there's no reason we can't? The ceremony is a notice of what has happened as often as not... But, there's plenty of time? You don't... have to feel rushed, or worried?" He wasn't going to refuse this time, though, not unless Bluestreak said something very worrying. They were going to bond eventually, why not sooner?
“I just… feel like I need it done?” Bluestreak shivered slightly, he wanted to get it over with… He didn’t think he could manage to ‘do’ the deed for the first time in front of their combined families. Well, not ‘in front’ in front, but as near as it came that it didn’t matter. “I don’t think I can do it i-if we wait… I’m afraid! Sun’, I’m sorry… I just…”
He... could understand that. Sunstorm was perfectly used to the idea of his family knowing when he was with a lover, at least some of the time, but Bluestreak... "Don't be sorry, please. You're doing nothing wrong... Would you, er... I mean, how much sooner? I would... kind of prefer not now, we're both rather warn out, and I've heard it takes... a fair bit of energy...?" It wasn't like he had ever merged or bonded before!
“Just… as soon as possible, it’s okay that it’s not going to be now, though.” Bluestreak bit his derma and huffed. He was going to have to sleep with Sunstorm, share the berth with him that was. After what had just happened it was ridiculous to be apprehensive about it, but he was… really apprehensive! “I guess we should try and recharge? Then we can… talk about it some more?” Not that he wanted to talk about it, getting it over with would be a lot better for his state of processor.
"Alright. Here, let me clean us up just a little..." As promised, he used a cloth, quickly wiping up the worst of the spilled transfluids. They would still want to shower in the morning, but Bluestreak should be okay until then. It took a little maneuvering until they were both comfortable, and Sunstorm wasn't really surprised that Bluestreak wasn't pressing against him, recharging in his arms... "Rest well, gorgeous."
Even tired and… sort of sated it took Bluestreak a long time to fall into recharge. There was just so many thing to think about. After some time he turned to look at Sunstorm, finding it oddly calming to see the other laying there, vents whirring softly. That was how the Helixian finally found his own rest.
He woke much differently, by being pulled against warm plating. Not fully online, he just murmured in protest and cuddled in.
He was... warm, when he woke up. Warm, and feeling good, very good. Things felt... right. So very right... Sunstorm hummed a little, idly petting the frame, small frame, in his arms. Who had he... Bluestreak? Why would Bluestreak be so close to him? It was sudden, unexpected... "Blue...?" It was so right. So perfect. Maybe things would work after all...
His hand crept up, further then it normally should have, and closed over the dermas making noise, the shape under his hand was unfamiliar? Oh, but he didn’t want to wake up and have to think again. It would be so much easier to recharge if Sunstorm would just stop talking and moving and… Sunstorm? “W-what?”
Oh, it was Bluestreak. Sunstorm couldn't answer the question, though, because he currently had a hand covering his mouth. The only logical thing the Seeker could work out was to kiss the hand, which he did, idly trying to suck one of the fingers in.
Arching back to look up, Bluestreak leveled a glare at his Intended, but couldn’t quite get himself to pull his hand back. It felt weird, nice but weird if he was to be honest, to have the Seeker play with his hand like that. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m not at all awake enough to… to do anything sensible…” And that sucking there… um no, watching as golden dermas closed around two of his fingers, Bluestreak felt his ability to think melt away.
"Dun gotta be sens'ble. 'M suckin'. Why, wanna be sucked elsewhere?" Sunstorm mumbled around the fingers he had managed to isolate. They were so small! Bluestreak was so cute... With his free arm, Sunstorm pulled Bluestreak up a little, so the shorter mech wouldn't have to stretch quite so much. There had been something they were going to talk about... It could wait, Sunstorm decided. Yeah... it could wait...
The drag of armor against armor really undid him, Bluestreak moaned and his optics dimmed to a hazy barely there blue glow. It was so nice, the warmth the coziness and the flaring desire seemed so very natural, so needed!
Bluestreak looked and sounded so good like this. No interfacing, though, Sunstorm did remember that much. Pity, he would so love to show Bluestreak how NICE it could feel... Still sucking on the Helixian's digits, Sunstorm tried to get Bluestreak to lay on top of him, just because that would put his wings in such perfect reach. Bluestreak could already reach his, so why shouldn't they both be able to touch?
Sitting up, Bluestreak looked down at the golden Seeker, his chassis was all hot again, from so little! Putting both his hands just above the glass canopy he lifted his aft a little and let his panel open. A long sound, much like pain left him when he sank down again, exposed equipment touching against his Intended.
The mewl from the loss of Bluestreak's fingers turned into a gasp, and Sunstorm arched. Bluestreak's hands were so CLOSE to his canopy, so close to his clasp, so close to so much. Sunstorm had never really felt much desire to offer his spark to a lover, but in this case it would be so right... He heard Bluestreak open his panel, but if he did the same, it would be far too easy to seat himself IN his beautiful soon-mate, but Bluestreak couldn't be ready... "Blue'...?"
“Oh… ooh… S-Sun’…” Rubbing his open panel against the larger mech Bluestreak could feel he was leaking lubricant. It didn’t really surprise him, he was so hot already, so hungry for things he could hardly articulate. One of his hands slipped, sending him down to sprawl over Sunstorm’s canopy, and sadly lifting his burning interface equipment away from the golden plating. “No! slag it… please?”
Oh... THAT was why not to just slide in. Bluestreak almost certainly had something in the way! Sunstorm was quite pleased with himself for remembering that, especially at this time in the morning. And he'd never been stretched... Sunstorm did what seemed to be the logical thing, reaching down and tracing Bluestreak's valve before carefully putting a finger in. Of course, he could just let Bluestreak use his valve, but this had to be done sometime, and Sunstorm WANTED it.
The shock of something entering his valve made Bluestreak rock forward with a short scream. The feeling wasn’t bad though, not at all, and soon enough he was lifting his aft up trying to feel more. He couldn’t describe it, something rubbing inside and along the edge of his valve… it made him want to melt, move… something!
Tight and warm, of course, and Bluestreak reacted so prettily. Sunstorm knew what to do, but he had never tried to help a virgin when he himself was so aroused and sleepy. It made his motions clumsier than would be ideal, for all that Sunstorm tried to be slow. He could try distracting Bluestreak... The thought came lazily, and Sunstorm acted on it, his free hand going to tease those pretty, pretty door wings while he hummed a little. Sunstorm really was enjoying himself!
Bluestreak made weak little moans and mewls as he was assaulted by pleasure. He couldn’t quite focus on both hands' actions, feelings clashing and competing in a way that threatened to stall his processor entirely. “Sun’… please!”
"Soon... soon! Almost got it..." Bluestreak was going to hurt in a moment... Sunstorm couldn't really move him for a kiss, they were sized too differently for that, but he could provide pleasure in other ways. Thank Zephyrus for the doorwings! Sunstorm would have been fairly clueless about what to touch to cause pleasure otherwise, as he tore the membrane as carefully as he was currently able. And there, that was done, but let Bluestreak overload, that would make the next round nicer for both of them. Nice, and longer, yes!
For a moment pain threatened to take the pleasure away and Bluestreak almost pulled away from the Seeker, then it was over. Mewling as the good feelings grew again he experimentally rocked against Sunstorm in a jerky uncertain way… he wanted to help!
"Sorry... that part's done now... now it's just pleasure, mm..." There were nodes in the valve, Sunstorm just had to find them... Find and stroke them, and really, he should have put another finger in sooner...! Sunstorm remedied that mistake, free hand leaving Bluestreak's doorwings to hold his hips, show him how to move. "Overload, pretty one, then we can do even more..."
It was easier to move when Sunstorm guided him, but he almost instantly missed the feel of fingers teasing his door wings. It felt a little uncomfortable when he was stretched wider but that only lasted till the fingers twisted and hit… something? Something that felt really, really good. No! It felt better than just good, it… Sunstorm twisted his fingers again and began rubbing at the spot and Bluestreak wailed, chassis convulsing in his first ‘real’ valve overload.
He only stilled his hand when Bluestreak's shaking began to taper off, though Sunstorm didn't remove his hand. He didn't want Bluestreak to feel empty any sooner than needed... "Beautiful. So gorgeous, Blue'..." He would love to share his mate... Other things first! "Come on... wanna give ya better one. M'kay?" NOW he could open his panel, mewling at the relief he felt, and then Sunstorm's hand was back on the door-wings.
Better… sure, right now Bluestreak had the feeling he would have agreed to anything. He felt so good, all floaty and hot, full and yet still yearning for more. It was a very strange combination but he didn’t question it, Sunstorm knew what he was doing. Oh did he ever! Purring, he pressed his door wing into the petting hand, gasping a little at the feel of the knowing fingers.
Best morning EVER. "So beautiful, Blue... so perfect..." Bluestreak really was, even if they were still uncertain about... everything. Sunstorm moaned unhappily as he pulled his fingers out of the wet valve, and he couldn't resist bringing them up to lick the fluids off. "Scoot down a little. M'spike's a bit lower, pretty one. It'll make you feel so good..." It would make Sunstorm feel pretty good to, but Bluestreak might be happier about it for his own pleasure...
Spike… Bluestreak was pretty sure he should protest that bit of information. Unfortunately he was too busy licking his own dermas, optics locked on the way Sunstorm lazily licked his fluid slicked fingers clean. How could it be that the priest could do this to him? make him so hot, so careless… make him want this! With a small sound of need, Bluestreak scooted back until he actually bumped into the Seeker’s very erect spike.
He nearly offered his digits, with what little fluid remained on them, to Bluestreak, with the way the pretty mech watched him. Bluestreak moved before Sunstorm could follow up on that idea, and the Seeker arched up with a hiss at the abrupt contact. His hand was back down in a moment, just long enough make sure Bluestreak's valve was where it should be before a roll of his hips slipped him partly into his future mate. His lover now, oh yes... "Down a little more... yes?" Sunstorm whimpered the question.
Bluestreak stiffened, from peds to the tip of his door wings, and stared wide opticked at nothing for a moment. His mouth hung open in a never uttered plea… then he collapsed in a shaking heap, valve working in shuddering convulsions, making him completely confused as to what he wanted. It had been such a sudden move! From one moment to the next he had something large, hot and unforgiving hard in him… and he liked it, his chassis was all but screaming for more.
Sunstorm could use both hands to stroke and pet Bluestreak now, rubbing his doors and his back and his aft. It was a good thing, the motions gave him something else to focus on, something beside the utterly decadent valve working around his spike. "Shh... take your time. Ohh... Zephyrus' WINDS, Bluestreak, you feel so good... Move when you can. It's up to you..." Even just this, though, Bluestreak was warm and pretty on his canopy, and it was quite enough for the moment.
It took quite some ‘time’ for Bluestreak’s chassis to calm down enough to feel anything past bliss. And what he felt then was partial emptiness. It was ridiculous, really it was, he should be angry now that he was able to process, sort of, that he was actually interfacing! Instead he was heaving himself up and trying to push his hips down, without much luck sadly.
"Umm..." It felt good when Bluestreak even started to move. But... he was too high...! Sunstorm gave a whimper before the very obvious answer of scooting HIMSELF up came to mind. It only took a little effort, and it seated him even deeper, and OH. "Is good..." More needed to be done, though... Sunstorm carefully pried Bluestreak away from him, just a little. "Sit up. Mm... the angles will be better for you... Can you do that?" If not, Sunstorm would move, though it wouldn't feel as good for Bluestreak... or they could turn over, maybe...
With Sunstorm’s help he managed to get upright, but as soon as the supporting hands left his frame he sank fully down on the spike. He screamed, loudly, it didn’t hurt really… just… Bluestreak didn’t even notice that he had collapsed again, shuddering and whimpering as he tried to adjust.
He had NOT anticipated that! His jerk at being taken in couldn't have helped, and Sunstorm still couldn't really think, because Bluestreak felt so GOOD around him, on him... "Sound good... It's... okay... you're okay, Blue'? Please?"His control was badly frayed, Sunstorm wasn't sure what he would do if Bluestreak didn't move soon... It had been too long, and he just wanted to make Bluestreak feel good, make him make him happy. Maybe they could even fall in love... "Blue~!"
“Ngh…” The only reason he even tried to speak was because Sunstorm sounded so afraid. Bluestreak almost felt swollen, he just couldn’t decide if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling. He couldn’t move, and didn’t really dare try too much either, afraid that he would rip something or well, just generally afraid that the strange feelings would turn out to be disguised pain.
That was... not a bad sound. Not at all... Mildly calmer, Sunstorm was able to go back to the door-wings, arousing and, hopefully, relaxing Bluestreak. Fears and worries were just waiting to be noticed as the Seeker woke up more, but the immediate pleasure kept them at bay. From there he could focus on Bluestreak... "Relax... feel... everything's fine... Everything is just... mmm..."
Eventually the continuing stimulation forced him to move, twitching his doorwings then restlessly moving his hands and finally his whole body. It ended in a choked cry of bliss as the spike in him pressed into a few nodes… That had felt so good! So, so slagging good. Trying for a more substantial movement caused him to start shaking again. Oh frag! Normally friendly, sunny Bluestreak half growled, half moaned with frustration.
"There... you go..." Bluestreak seemed to have no strength at all, and so Sunstorm took over for now, rolling his hips. It wasn't enough for him to pull very far out, but it still felt good, and Sunstorm gave a high mewl. "Blue... pretty Blue..." Shifting Bluestreak, Sunstorm's next half-thrust made him moan. It WAS good... not as good as it COULD be, maybe, but he didn't want to roll over. Maybe Bluestreak would be able to sit up in a while, or maybe it wouldn't matter, because OH.
He wasn’t breaking, not in the conventional way at least, though he might be breaking in other ways… his sanity for example. Who in all Pit could have convinced him to take the Seeker’s positively giant spike into his valve? Whoever it was deserved a life supply of candy tubes! Bluestreak fought to help with the moving thing, but every time Sunstorm did anything he just gave up and shook, moaned, or cried out instead.
There he went... Sunstorm relaxed more, petting Bluestreak with one hand and using his other to give a suggestion of support. Bluestreak was doing well, he really was, and he looked so GOOD, sounded so sweet. "Doing so well... you feel so good around me, Blue. Make such pretty noises, like your noises. Like YOU..."
The praise, funnily enough, was the proverbial last drop of energon… Bluestreak burrowed his face plates against Sunstorm and screamed as he reached overload. It made the spike feel bigger than just ‘giant’! He couldn’t even say he was really online though it all, it was so intense and… yeah. Not at all what he had imagined, no, much, much better than even his best extrapolation…
Sunstorm shrieked, caught in the valve, oh Zephyrus, how could a valve be so TIGHT... It only got tighter with the overloads, clamping and rippling against Sunstorm's spike and then filled with transfluid. And Bluestreak stayed after they were done, hot and limp across his chassis... Sunstorm began crooning softly, he was so happy... Happy and sated and everything was good.