Sunstorm Bluestreak 11
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.
Grabbing Bluestreak's hand to lick the fluid off, Sunstorm met his gaze happily. It was so good to have Bluestreak happy with him... "Sure. And then you'll get all that lovely water across your doors. I'm sure you know it can feel quite decadent." He was able to stand, and then he was able to help Bluestreak stand, pressing the smaller form against him. "You'll have to let me fly for you sometime. Not for a while, I can't promise we'd make it home..."
“Fly for me?” Water could feel more than merely decadent, but Bluestreak was more interested in Sunstorm's second statement. He knew that Seekers displayed when in the air but… well, his mate made it sound so much more important than that. Or at least like it was… something more then just displays of skill.
"M'hm. Normally it's part of... well, courting isn't quite right. Advertisement? Er, but there's always a 'target', in this case you. A visual showing of what we feel for the 'target'?" Sunstorm wasn't sure how to explain, really. "The point is, or was! Especially with me, well, flight and the air and showing like that tends to be pretty arousing, and it's almost tradition for the one flying to just swoop down and consummate it right there." Unless the 'target' had walked off... That was most common in holo-dramas, though, Sunstorm didn't know anyone who had been rejected like that.
“Oh… um, you want to…” Bluestreak wondered if it was a little like the doorwing language between bonded Helixians… only without the public interfacing. “If we… I’m not sure I can do that yet, Sun’?” Even if the idea was a Pit of a lot hotter then he would have thought. He had never really seen his mate fly, had he? Was this the reason… Bluestreak blurted the question without thinking.
"I know, I know, I said not for a while!" Sunstorm hastened to sooth, pulling him into the shower-room and embracing him. "And no, it's actually quite separate. You're too large to carry, so I walk whenever we're going anywhere, and so there's really been no reason for me to fly around you." It really was quite simple, but he could hardly fault Bluestreak for coming to that conclusion.
“Okay, that aside… I would really love to see you fly at some point? Whether or not it’s going to end in… in interfacing.” Bluestreak shivered lightly and snuggled closer, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind the interfacing, only the ‘public’ part of it.
“How am I going to do this?”
"Well... it's a little less than ideal, I will admit..." Not that bad, though... every flat in Vos was made to accommodate Seekers, of course, so even here there was room to lay down and stretch out a little. Sunstorm did that, starting to pull Bluestreak down before abruptly realizing the water wasn't going. "Um, do you want to start the water now, or after?" he asked, abashed.
“I think… after? Or I might get too distracted to actually learn anything…” Bluestreak thought so at least, he was already quite aroused, water running over and beating against his doorwings would just be overdoing it at this point. Finishing the move, he lay halfway on top of Sunstorm and looked up at his face plates expectantly.
Sunstorm chuckled softly, petting Bluestreak. "As much fun as that might be to watch, I do quite understand..." Maybe he could tell Bluestreak stories about being a novitiate, or the amusing ones about teaching he had to do too... Nobody came in knowing everything, after all, and that was quite aside from the ritualized side of things. "You need to get in a position you can actually lick me from, of course. The easiest is probably just laying between my legs... and you'll want to hold my hips!" He could explain other positions as Bluestreak asked or the situation arose.
“Oh right… that would help.” Giggling embarrassedly, Bluestreak moved down, gingerly settling between his mate’s legs. He attempted to hold onto Sunstorm’s hips and groaned lowly when he realized that it would be very difficult to bodily hold him down. Maybe it wouldn’t be needed much, he hoped it wouldn’t. “What now? Do I, um, just lick?”
"Mmm... you look good like that..." Sunstorm observed, optics darkening in anticipation. "It's best to build up. Work from the thighs in, to the valve rim. Take your time there, always take your time. When you do try fitting your glossa in my valve, spend some time looking for the nodes. They'll be raised, less yielding then the rest of the valve wall. It's still fun to tease the rim in between going deeper. And humming, speaking, all those vibrations, also make in more fun..." He thought that was all... Sunstorm tried to relax, time to see how Bluestreak would approach this.
“According to you I look good no matter what I do…” Mumbling teasingly, Bluestreak tilted his head and contemplated his mate’s thighs and bared interfacing equipment. Go slow and be through seemed to be what Sunstorm was meaning. Seekers had interesting things in their legs, like main turbine fuel lines and fight nodes…
He almost warned his mate that he was about to begin, but Sunstorm knew to stop him if need be. Leaning closer, he licked along one of the inner thigh seams, slipping closer to it the higher he went until his glossa teasingly dipped inside right before the pelvic and then he withdrew again, went back to start over.
Well, that was because Bluestreak did look good no matter what... Sunstorm's vents stuttered slightly at the first touch, and he moaned lowly as Bluestreak continued. It seemed his mate was taking his suggestions to go slow... "Umm... that's good, clever! And you still, mm... look good..." There was no reason he couldn't tease Bluestreak, especially when it was true...
“an’ if I came home dipped in mud…” Bluestreak briefly stopped licking and sent Sunstorm a mock glare, “you would jus’ take it as’invitation to ‘face.” This was fun? Every time he reach the top of Sunstorm’s thigh he could taste the larger mech’s lubricant, it was a little… daunting? Yeah, daunting to know that he affected his blasé mate as much as the other way around.
"'Course..." Sunstorm agreed, squirming slightly. "Pull you in here... get you all wet... mmm..." Not that the mud itself wouldn't be fun, very fun... Sunstorm just couldn't imagine Bluestreak not wanting to get clean after making his way home after something like that. Oh, and the mental images he was getting... "Might have to... get you muddy. Of course you'd... look good!"
“Silly…” But only a little, the idea of Sunstorm helping him get clean after a, a full chassis mud bath? Just the idea of the care that would be needed to get the mud out of every little seam! Bluestreak shuddered a little and his licks became a little more erratic. “Is not fair, make me all hot… you’re supposed to be the hot one!”
"Oh, Blue... mmm..." Sunstorm watched Bluestreak, as well as he could. "No... We're both supposed... to be hot. Think how much nicer... this is, when you want to...Umm! Lick the rim, Blue', please, I... I need more...!" Sunstorm was unused to voicing actual 'need', long taught to give suggestions, hints, to keep thinking in pleasure.
Huffing uncertainly, Bluestreak looked up his mate’s chassis to meet his optics, the gold color was dark and hazy with lust. It made him smile; he had done that, him… Bluestreak! Leaning down again, he teasingly licked up a thigh again, then shifted closer and carefully, lightly!, licked the valve rim.
He jerked unintentionally, the contact far too fleeting to satisfy him. "Gah! Mm... like that, yes. Mean, going so slow... don't stop!" He wanted his mate to know he was doing well, whatever his words might say... Teach him to pay attention to the chassis, to movement, not so much to the words. Later, not now...! Not when Sunstorm couldn't be sure he was thinking correctly...
That was pretty clear that he was doing something right and that he could be doing them even better. Sunstorm wasn’t him of course but, when the Seeker did this for him he liked… Bluestreak moved yet another inch closer and dragged the flat of his glossa over the left side of the valve. Sunstorm was wet… leaking even.
"Oh, Blue! Aah...!" The increase in stimulation got most of the reaction, Bluestreak had been so teasing before! "Yes, please don't stop..." Most of his focus was taken up with not bucking, well aware that his mate couldn't hold him down. "You're... doing... well, very well!"
It was a little difficult to give a verbal answer while continuing his licking, but… oh yes, humming. Sunstorm had said that humming and talking was good too, combined with licking and possibly his fingers? He could try everything! His mate would… stop if he got it wrong. Bluestreak started to hum unsteadily.
Sunstorm gave another jerk and a cry, enjoying the uncertain attempts far more than he 'should'. "Mm... i-in. Please? Wanna feel that!" Oh, yeah, Bluestreak's glossa dipping in his valve? How could Sunstorm not want to feel that... especially with the humming, and oh... what else would Bluestreak think up? It was all being so good, so fun!
It was daunting, again, to go that last little bit of distance… all he needed was to shift his glossa just so to the side and then it was in. It felt weird, the valve wasn’t firm, it gave even under just the tiny bit of pressure he applied at first. Not that he could really reach very much, huffing he squirmed until he could press his dermas against the valve rim and then he set out to try finding those nodes Sunstorm had been talking about!
The only reaction this time was a long moan and trembling as Sunstorm fought his body not to jerk or buck too much. He couldn't really remember the last time someone had spent this much time on his valve... Usually they were too nervous to get this far, or they were pressed against another while he gave verbal suggestions. "Oohh... yes, good... good!" He might even overload from this, Sunstorm realized. He hadn't expected to get this... wound up.
Bluestreak quickly realized that he enjoyed this, a lot, he liked to get those sounds and reactions out of his mate. He liked the taste of Sunstorm’s lubricant, something he had been very unsure about despite having occasionally tasted them, himself and well… thoughtfully he changed the hum, made it deeper and faster, and tried to move his dermas as well as his glossa.
"Ah! Yes... Oh, just a little more! Please, just... keep..." As long as Bluestreak kept on as he was going, Sunstorm would overload, something he rather looked forward to. He wanted to look, to watch Bluestreak, but that required lifting his head, and pleasure stole too much coordination for that. He felt oddly helpless, in a way that having his spike sucked didn't evoke... Sunstorm had to admit that he loved it, loved doing this with his mate. "Just a little... more..."
A little more? What more could he do… Bluestreak mewled uncertainly, trying to press his glossa harder against the nodes he had been able to locate. The mewling broke up his humming but he had to make his uncertainty known and he wasn’t evil enough to stop what he was doing, just to ask.
Bluestreak didn't stop, and the mewling break in the rhythm was just enough to leave Sunstorm awash in overload. He surrendered to it, shaking and moaning, and let his thoughts drift for a while. Bluestreak was so sweet, it really did seem that they were becoming perfect for each other... Sunstorm smiled at the thought.
The rush of fluid surprised him, warm lubricant coating his glossa and running down over his chin. Bluestreak squeaked and pulled back a little, licking at his own dermas as well as the valve rim. Had he managed to overload Sunstorm? He hadn’t expected that to happen, not really, since he hadn’t known where that ‘a little more’ should come from.
"Mm... kiss? Kiss me, Blue...?" He wanted to taste, yes... he also wanted to hold Bluestreak, pet him... Maybe another round, an actual interface, before or while they perused that pleasure merge. It didn't matter! They had time, they had desire... that was enough! "Wanna hold you, feel you..."
It was another surprise when he tried to crawl over Sunstorm’s leg and found that he was shaking all over. Bluestreak wasn’t sure why he was reacting like that, but he knew he wasn’t scared it was just… overwhelming, all of it. Up to and including that this day had somehow proved a turning point in their relationship. He didn’t know where it was going, but judging by his mate’s words it wasn’t a place he would mind it going.
He did his best to help Bluestreak move up, but couldn't keep from stroking and petting him as he went. He was trembling... After claiming his requested kiss, Sunstorm asked, "Are you okay? That... You did very well. I didn't fully expect to overload, I have to admit... Do you need a break, Blue'?" Even just a short time to clean up and gather energy... It would be perfectly understandable!
“I don’t… I don’t think so? I’m just… I almost can’t believe I just did, it’s just a reaction is all.” The last few death throes of his Helixian upbringing perhaps? Bluestreak giggled a little at the thought, then nuzzled into Sunstorm and made a thoughtful humming sound. “Can I get… get spiked now?”
"Mmm... gladly!" Sunstorm moaned, stroking Bluestreak's proud door-wings. And that reminded him... "Do you want the water on?" He honestly felt a little silly, being in the shower without the water running, but he also knew that it did have its practical side. Clean up would be easy! "And do you want to be on top?" He was actually quite ready to just take Bluestreak, but extra play rarely went amiss.
“I… water would be good, don’t… don’t know though…about the, um, position?” He had liked riding Freefall, but he wasn’t sure it was what he wanted right now, with Sunstorm. No, he would maybe like to try something new? But what… what could you do in a shower that hadn’t been done anywhere else yet?
He was so pretty... And there was a look of contemplation on Bluestreak's faceplates. It couldn't be just from debating if he wanted to top or not... Sunstorm kissed Bluestreak again, and then he had to stand up, though he pulled Bluestreak with him. He couldn't reach the water from the floor, after all- oh? Sunstorm began to smile at the idea he had just had, he had always wanted to try that, and Bluestreak had said he wanted something... special between them. So maybe... "I have an idea, if you wanted to try. I can't promise it will work... I've not been able to even try it before."
“What is it?” Bluestreak leaned his head back to look up at Sunstorm, even when standing fully upright he only just came to his mate’s abdominal plates. He was cautious even though his chassis heated at the thought of doing something with Sunstorm that his blasé mate had never done before. Something where both of them would be new and well…
So small... Sunstorm started the water, adjusting the temperature to their taste. Luckily, he and his mate agreed, mostly, on water temperature... "I hold you in my arms, and you wrap your legs around me, and I take you against a wall," Sunstorm answered, voice going low and tight with desire. It wasn't just the thought of Bluestreak around him, it was the thought of something new, something that would please Bluestreak... "I'm not strong enough to do that with any Seeker." Most weren't, really.
“Oh… I-I…” Swallowing dryly Bluestreak shivered violently. It was a very compelling idea, followed by very compelling imagined feelings and images. He definitely wouldn’t mind trying, he rather liked that Sunstorm was so much bigger, stronger… “Yes… yes, please?!”
Such desire... Sunstorm bent down, wings flaring in the fall of water, and kissed Bluestreak quite thoroughly. It was a good thing he knew Bluestreak was already aroused enough to take him... "Hold on to me. And tell me if I mess up." It was possible, after all. Sunstorm gave a low moan, hands roaming just a little as he prepared to pick Bluestreak up.
“S-sure…” Bluestreak grabbed onto the golden shoulders, vaguely realizing that Sunstorm was flaring his wings very aggressively. Why was he doing that? He wanted his mate’s spike and yet… he was a little bit apprehensive. But then again wasn’t he always when they tried something new? And didn’t he always enjoy it immensely?
He was as tender as he could be while hauling Bluestreak off the ground, and Sunstorm was a little surprised at how light the Helixian was. He had never really tried carrying Bluestreak, so sure he couldn't lift him... "I like you in my arms," Sunstorm muttered, making sure he had Bluestreak's weight balanced before even trying to guide his spike into his mate's valve.
Bluestreak really tried not to squirm, Sunstorm was having quite enough trouble balancing him as it was, but the spike at his valve rim was… driving him nuts. “Please, Sun’, I’m wet enough! Just take me…” He was sure he was, though his mate would probably know better than him.
"Mm... I know. Was waiting for balance..." Sunstorm answered, nuzzling Bluestreak as well as he could. He had enough of that, though, and lowered his mate down, moaning. The valve was still so tight, so welcoming... "Ooh, good! Warm, so nice..." Wall, right, press him against that... that would help things.
Not warm, hot! Sunstorm’s plating was scalding and the wall was cool. Bluestreak didn’t even notice the water anymore, too busy with those two main inputs... and the spike of course. It felt massive like this, with gravity pulling him down on it. The feeling found release in a wail and he tightened his legs around Sunstorm’s hips attempting to get more.
Sunstorm jerked his hips at the wail, biting his glossa to avoid adding to it. Bluestreak sounded too good for him to cover that sound... He couldn't move his hands against Bluestreak, sadly, needing them where they were to support Bluestreak. He could bend and nibble at neck cables, and do his best to move in his mate. He was already making Bluestreak happy, and that alone made Sunstorm happy.
“Triad, yes! More, more, more…” he wasn’t sure he actually managed to vocalize the words, or that they were understandable though the other noises he made. It was hard to care with his mate’s spike moving in him... or with him moving on it?
"Yes... Beautiful, so beautiful like this. So hot, sexy..." Bluestreak was, and Sunstorm needed to tell him, to make him believe it... Bluestreak did such lovely things while being complimented, anyway! Like those little squirms, teasing his systems while Sunstorm tried to keep moving. This position was good, but oh, he was having to work for his pleasure!
“Nuu… Su~UN!” The Seeker knew he didn’t feel that way, that hearing those things made him flush and squirm with embarrassment! Which was why his mate always used times like this to tell him, he was sure of it, right now he wouldn’t have run even if he could have. He felt too good, all stretched and full, pressed to the cool wall by Sunstorm’s burning bulk.
So adorable, so sexy... Sunstorm's hips were moving without his conscious control while he moaned and gasped hungrily. He was so close, he really was, and Bluestreak was just enjoying so very much... "Yes you... you are... So deep, so tight, OH! Oh, Blue!" It was always over almost too fast, and this time was no different. Sunstorm's thrusts grew uneven, and he had just a klick to feel himself beginning to empty into Bluestreak before the pleasure of overloading hit him and shattered all thought, at least for a while.
He was surprised that Sunstorm went over first, at least for a split second, then the pressure in his valve registered along with all the other pleasure and he exploded. It felt like it, Bluestreak was almost sure he had blacked out for a few astroseconds there… His chassis was still shaking, valve erratically clenching around his mate’s spike in aftershocks when he began registering things again.
Carefully, not letting himself slide out of Bluestreak, Sunstorm went to his knees. It was easier than standing... Holding Bluestreak in his lap, Sunstorm nuzzled against his helmet, humming deeply. His mate was clearly still recovering, and Sunstorm wasn't inclined to hurry him at all, enjoying the simple closeness and warmth, savoring it.
“Mm…Like that…” Bluestreak mumbled into Sunstorm’s armor, nuzzling it tiredly. He still wanted to merge, but right now he needed just a breem to recover a little. Frag, he hadn’t been prepared to go over so fast nor so hard. Shifting a little, he bobbed his door wings and had to gasp, cringing slightly at the pain that shot though his joints. “Ow! My door wings…”
"Ohh! Do they hurt...?" Of course they would hurt, Sunstorm thought, already reaching up to softly massage them. He had been pressing Bluestreak against the wall... Oh, but he had looked so good like that, all splayed and lost in pleasure. "I guess we'll have to be more careful if we try that again... Sorry." It was still nice to have Bluestreak all against him, just cuddling and enjoying, with no resentment even with the inadvertent pain.
“Stiff joints, should have known.” Bluestreak shrugged a little and purred at the feel of his mate’s claws gently working said joints over. Seekers understood wings even if door wings were set at another angle and didn’t have quite the same movement as Seeker wings did. “Nuu, want to do it again… this’ll pass quickly enough.”
"I would love to do it again! But that doesn't mean we can't be more careful." Inwardly, Sunstorm was thrilled. Bluestreak was still unsure of matters like this, and hearing him planning future interfacing was still enjoyably and new. "It still required more strength than I had expected... It... felt good, actually. Lifting you like that... being trusted to lift you..."
Bluestreak huffed, guilt rearing it’s ugly little helmet at the reminder of his unfairness to his mate. He had never really trusted Sunstorm with anything had he? Not the things that mattered at least, Pit he had even feared it every time they went out to refuel together! “I’m sorry, Sun’, I really am… I’ve been so unfair to you.”
"Um... huh? Wha... no?" Sunstorm looked at Bluestreak in confusion. "I mean... It was all understandable, I never really blamed you. You... er, you're adjusting so much better that I feared..." He really was, and so beautifully... "You're... making it up to me now?" Yes, it had hurt him, but that really wasn't anything surprising with resonance pairings.
“Maybe… I just… I wish ‘making it up’ wasn’t necessary?” Bluestreak huffed again and snuggled closer, squeaking a little when the attempt made his valve clench a tiny bit around Sunstorm’s spike. They were still connected, he had… how had he forgotten that? He could clearly feel the large spike stretching him open, it was nice. He felt good being like this…
Oh. That made sense, it really did. Sunstorm gave a low moan at the unexpected clenching, but kept his hands soothing. It didn't seem time to move on yet... "I... forgive you...? In... In my view, I'm still the one who... has to make things up. I don't think... both of us feeling guilty for the start of our bonded life is... very healthy?" Which just meant they would have to get over it... Bluestreak had better still let him spoil him, though!
“I know that resonance… I mean, you’ve told me the ‘rules’, I still treated you like an enemy and you never deserved that!” Bluestreak clung a little to Sunstorm and then shook his head. This was not the time for this conversation, if they even needed to have it at all! “You still owe me a merge?”
There were things Sunstorm could have said about the first statement, but Bluestreak apparently didn't want to talk any more. They didn't really seem to be getting anywhere with the discussion anyway, so maybe it was time to let it go... "Yes... Yes, I do..." Sunstorm purred, letting his claws play over his mate's doorwings in far more arousing manners. "Do you want to try opening me, Blue'?" There was, Sunstorm was learning, so much play that could done with exposed internals.
“Opening..? Oh, I-I can… try…” Bluestreak leaned a little back against Sunstorm’s hands and looked up. His mate looked so anticipatory, it almost didn’t matter what they were going to do together! Even something as simple as refueling… “You like my door wings a lot? Even though they are not real wings…” Toying with Sunstorm’s chest seams he spoke mostly to distract them both.
"Mmm... Your hands feel good..." Sunstorm said, enjoying for a moment. He smiled, nodding at Bluestreak's question. "I... like that they're different. Learning the differences are fun. But I do like that you have them... Foreigners without wings, they- They kind of scare me, just a little. I find it harder to understand or see their moods... Mmm, and I love the glass in your wings. It's so unexpected... sensitive..." Sunstorm freed a hand long enough to trail against said glass.
Bluestreak searched for the manual latches for his mate’s chest, it was a little weird, like so many other things concerning them, shouldn’t he have known where they were already? Nothing about them was normal, except maybe they were because Sunstorm had told him that resonance almost always made for awkward situations… Shivering under the careful touch he shifted and was again reminded that they were still connected.
“I… mm, I like your wings too. So pretty and… Sun’? why do you keep mantling them when we ‘face, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
He let Bluestreak look, since his mate didn't really seem frustrated or impatient with his search. The question confused Sunstorm for a moment, and he had the think a little, unaware that he even had been moving his wings. It was just... something that happened, but he had to be 'trying' to do something... Ah. "Mostly, I don't... notice. But I'm, ooh, there it is," his answer got a little sidetracked as Bluestreak found the first clasp, "I'm mostly doing it to... catch your optic? And too feel better, we, mm... get more sensory input when they're away from our bodies."
“But… what does it mean? You said that almost all your wing movements mean something, even the unconscious ones, so..?” One clasp there, and it’s twin on the other side, the last two had to be lower than… Bluestreak gently traced the first clasps and then triggered them, before tracing the seam lower to find the last pair.
Well, he had... The softer intimacy of Bluestreak opening him, or starting to, distracted Sunstorm for a long moment, and he decided he should see about unlatching Bluestreak's clasps... "It... means I want you to see me? And... like me? And... well, there's probably some... well, showing off that I have you? And... triumph, that you... allow me to please you... and enjoy you...?" Sunstorm wasn't sure about his answer, trying to work out what half-remembered feelings and actions meant.
“Hum…” It was hard to concentrate now, with Sunstorm’s claws against his armor and in his seams, while attempting to open the second pair of clasps. It didn’t help much that he was squirming around, making the spike in his valve rub against his slightly oversensitive valve walls.
"Mm... That feels... good, you know? Very... good..." Sunstorm stopped Bluestreak for a moment, taking a kiss just to taste his mate, just because he could, because such advances were becoming welcomed. After the kiss, he continued with triggering Bluestreak's first clasps, and then he started massaging a wet wing-joint to watch Bluestreak twitch and, not incidentally, squirm against him more.
“I t-thought… you wan… dang you!” Bluestreak whimpered, leaning forward and spreading his door wings to give Sunstorm better access. He was shivering all over, still absently fiddling with the second pair of latches. He was more surprised than anything else when they finally opened though, not having paid much attention to anything past the claws toying with him and the large spike that kept feeling better and better…
Sunstorm moaned as he felt himself slide open, half petting Bluestreak and very much taking advantage of the better access. But when he opened, Sunstorm knew he really should expose Bluestreak as well, even if that did mean taking a hand from the door-wings. Sunstorm moaned again as the latch triggered under his hand. "So good to have you, mmm... in my arms..." Sunstorm meant that; it was good to have Bluestreak in his arms.
Anticipation and some trepidation colored the arousal seeing Sunstorm’s spark caused. This was the first time they were merging out of something other than need. He had asked for it and his mate had been only too happy to give it… how would it feel? With proper time to enjoy and no lust frenzy, no forced connection and too fast overload. “I’m… I’m sort of nervous? Um… will it feel different then when we need it?”
"Mm... I'm not sure. I've... heard it's better. Because, of course, there's... time?" Oh, yes, time to experience... Sunstorm was worried that one of them would want to go further than the other could, but that was only a little worry, not big enough to ruin his anticipation. "It won't hurt." He knew that, he had never heard of merging hurting... Sunstorm lightly stroked Bluestreak's internals as he spoke, enjoying the chance for that, too.
“I know it won’t hurt, I’m just… yeah, a little nervous because, um, I want it to be really good, for both of us.” Bluestreak muttered, looking at his mate’s spark and carefully touching the edges of the open chest. That was really all it was, he wanted this, he wasn’t in the least unsure or afraid of that part of it. He just wanted it to be good, better than it had been before. Deeper than it had ever been before.
Sunstorm jerked, just a little, trying to get more of those soft and careful touches. So careful, so unsure... "No fear... It will be good..." It couldn't possibly be anything but good. Merging was already good, even 'forced', and just like the interfacing was SO much better when it was wanted... Well, the merging could surely only be 'awesome'. "W- when ever you want..." because Sunstorm liked letting Bluestreak have control, though he didn't make Bluestreak lead all the time.
Regulating his intakes, Bluestreak leaned back a little and looked up into his mate’s golden optics. He wanted to say it was unfair of Sunstorm to leave it up to him but… it wasn’t, didn’t have anything to do with fair really. This had been his idea, this was the last time he could pull away and say ‘not this time, I’m too scared’. Something changed in that movement, that one look, something inside Bluestreak. He couldn’t tell himself yet, but things had changed.
“Okay.” Pulling his hands away, he raised himself a little off the spike and pressed their chests together.
For half a click, Sunstorm thought Bluestreak would change his mind. He didn't, and the Seeker gave a short cry as his mate moved and pressed in. He thought his hands moved to support Bluestreak, but Sunstorm couldn't quite be sure as the merge began to deepen. It was familiar, but not rushed, not desperately needed. It could be... enjoyed.
The differences were immediate and sharp, almost enough so as to make Bluestreak pull away again. He hadn’t expected it to be that different, not truly. Not being prepared made it all the more glaringly obvious, made it… He didn’t know how to put words on it.
On the other hand, this merge was ‘easy’, there was no overexcited energy, no rush to complete and achieve… only them, only their sparks. Time to prod tentatively at their bond and feel the other prod back just as hesitantly.
He didn't know what to do, Sunstorm realized. He wasn't sure how to approach Bluestreak like this. All he could really do was try to be welcoming, try and accept Bluestreak's welcome. He was afraid, Sunstorm realized. Afraid that things would go back to how they had been with no warning, afraid of his own uncertainty. That wasn't fair to Bluestreak, though, and Sunstorm knew it. The emotions were still there, no matter how he tried to ignore them.
It seemed that they were at an impasse, a turning point, though to what Bluestreak didn’t know. They were ‘standing’ there, waiting for the other to take the first step, both afraid and unable to hide it… He took the step, blindly and fearful, because one of them had to.
It was a strange rush, a feeling that made his spark swell and yearn in a new way, made his body react with more lubricant, more heat and eager valve contractions. His processor was immersed in another, along with his spark and he was drowning, but in a good way… loosing himself and finding himself at the same time.
It was novel for Bluestreak to be the one taking such charge. Sunstorm gasped a little, unconsciously trying to move his mate closer. He gave himself up to Bluestreak, something he could do even without being sure of his own feeling for the Helixian. The results were... glorious. Bluestreak was also offering, and the sharing was... It was really like nothing they had yet had.
Inside Bluestreak’s chassis small changes occurred, preparing him for what could occur during something like this. Sparking… He didn’t know and didn’t care; much too absorbed in the wonder that was his mate. This was a merge like he had been told of, heard about in stories, a real merge with his real bond mate. Not just for pleasure, not just to alleviate the pain of not doing it…
Oh gods, Zephyrus and even Vector Sigma... No wonder bonding was sacred, if this was what was expected to come of it! This, and even sparklings, and... Sunstorm didn't have words, or coherency, sating the addiction which had sprung up when Bluestreak had 'approached' in this. He needed this, would need it until the end of his days, and even better, Bluestreak would be there for him, and he would be there for Bluestreak... Sunstorm was moaning, babbling and shrieking.
Release was a fiery shearing force that both confirmed and broke the deep rapport of this sparks. It threw them out of the merge but in such a way that the loss wasn’t really felt. And more of the connection stayed behind. Not that Bluestreak was able to comprehend that. He had lost all strength to the overload, resulting in his sliding down, fully onto Sunstorm’s spike, causing him to make a weird sobbing scream as another very much valve oriented overload tore through his tired, burning chassis.
Bluestreak dropped down on him while Sunstorm was still spilling transfluid, and the Seeker hunched over, trying to hold them both as still as possible. Neither of them could really take any more stimulation... This also didn't quite seem to be the time to mention his vague, uncertain feelings. If nothing else, it was likely to make Bluestreak move...
So tired, so warm… safe, cared for. Bluestreak huffed and wished they could just magically get dry and on the berth. He couldn’t move right now, he wasn’t even sure he could stay awake even with the water pounding down on his overly sensitive door wings. Not unpleasant, but not really a stimulation he needed right now! “Berth? ‘m so tired…”
He carefully pulled out, cuddling Bluestreak and cleaning him off before leaving the washracks and drying. The motions were familiar, for the most part, and Sunstorm could focus on them even through his own tiredness. Actually trying to carry Bluestreak was something else, and Sunstorm was rather surprised he managed it. "Here we go. Berth... recharge, good idea. Very good..."
Bluestreak cuddled up to the golden Seeker with a tired huff, his spark and processor filled with contentment. Filled with Sunstorm. The last barriers had fallen, surprisingly enough thanks to a young shy Seeker who probably hadn’t known what he was doing for them, maybe he would tell Freefall thank you one orn… or maybe just show it. Mewing low in his vocalizer, Bluestreak attempted getting closer yet before finally giving in to recharge's siren call.
Grabbing Bluestreak's hand to lick the fluid off, Sunstorm met his gaze happily. It was so good to have Bluestreak happy with him... "Sure. And then you'll get all that lovely water across your doors. I'm sure you know it can feel quite decadent." He was able to stand, and then he was able to help Bluestreak stand, pressing the smaller form against him. "You'll have to let me fly for you sometime. Not for a while, I can't promise we'd make it home..."
“Fly for me?” Water could feel more than merely decadent, but Bluestreak was more interested in Sunstorm's second statement. He knew that Seekers displayed when in the air but… well, his mate made it sound so much more important than that. Or at least like it was… something more then just displays of skill.
"M'hm. Normally it's part of... well, courting isn't quite right. Advertisement? Er, but there's always a 'target', in this case you. A visual showing of what we feel for the 'target'?" Sunstorm wasn't sure how to explain, really. "The point is, or was! Especially with me, well, flight and the air and showing like that tends to be pretty arousing, and it's almost tradition for the one flying to just swoop down and consummate it right there." Unless the 'target' had walked off... That was most common in holo-dramas, though, Sunstorm didn't know anyone who had been rejected like that.
“Oh… um, you want to…” Bluestreak wondered if it was a little like the doorwing language between bonded Helixians… only without the public interfacing. “If we… I’m not sure I can do that yet, Sun’?” Even if the idea was a Pit of a lot hotter then he would have thought. He had never really seen his mate fly, had he? Was this the reason… Bluestreak blurted the question without thinking.
"I know, I know, I said not for a while!" Sunstorm hastened to sooth, pulling him into the shower-room and embracing him. "And no, it's actually quite separate. You're too large to carry, so I walk whenever we're going anywhere, and so there's really been no reason for me to fly around you." It really was quite simple, but he could hardly fault Bluestreak for coming to that conclusion.
“Okay, that aside… I would really love to see you fly at some point? Whether or not it’s going to end in… in interfacing.” Bluestreak shivered lightly and snuggled closer, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind the interfacing, only the ‘public’ part of it.
“How am I going to do this?”
"Well... it's a little less than ideal, I will admit..." Not that bad, though... every flat in Vos was made to accommodate Seekers, of course, so even here there was room to lay down and stretch out a little. Sunstorm did that, starting to pull Bluestreak down before abruptly realizing the water wasn't going. "Um, do you want to start the water now, or after?" he asked, abashed.
“I think… after? Or I might get too distracted to actually learn anything…” Bluestreak thought so at least, he was already quite aroused, water running over and beating against his doorwings would just be overdoing it at this point. Finishing the move, he lay halfway on top of Sunstorm and looked up at his face plates expectantly.
Sunstorm chuckled softly, petting Bluestreak. "As much fun as that might be to watch, I do quite understand..." Maybe he could tell Bluestreak stories about being a novitiate, or the amusing ones about teaching he had to do too... Nobody came in knowing everything, after all, and that was quite aside from the ritualized side of things. "You need to get in a position you can actually lick me from, of course. The easiest is probably just laying between my legs... and you'll want to hold my hips!" He could explain other positions as Bluestreak asked or the situation arose.
“Oh right… that would help.” Giggling embarrassedly, Bluestreak moved down, gingerly settling between his mate’s legs. He attempted to hold onto Sunstorm’s hips and groaned lowly when he realized that it would be very difficult to bodily hold him down. Maybe it wouldn’t be needed much, he hoped it wouldn’t. “What now? Do I, um, just lick?”
"Mmm... you look good like that..." Sunstorm observed, optics darkening in anticipation. "It's best to build up. Work from the thighs in, to the valve rim. Take your time there, always take your time. When you do try fitting your glossa in my valve, spend some time looking for the nodes. They'll be raised, less yielding then the rest of the valve wall. It's still fun to tease the rim in between going deeper. And humming, speaking, all those vibrations, also make in more fun..." He thought that was all... Sunstorm tried to relax, time to see how Bluestreak would approach this.
“According to you I look good no matter what I do…” Mumbling teasingly, Bluestreak tilted his head and contemplated his mate’s thighs and bared interfacing equipment. Go slow and be through seemed to be what Sunstorm was meaning. Seekers had interesting things in their legs, like main turbine fuel lines and fight nodes…
He almost warned his mate that he was about to begin, but Sunstorm knew to stop him if need be. Leaning closer, he licked along one of the inner thigh seams, slipping closer to it the higher he went until his glossa teasingly dipped inside right before the pelvic and then he withdrew again, went back to start over.
Well, that was because Bluestreak did look good no matter what... Sunstorm's vents stuttered slightly at the first touch, and he moaned lowly as Bluestreak continued. It seemed his mate was taking his suggestions to go slow... "Umm... that's good, clever! And you still, mm... look good..." There was no reason he couldn't tease Bluestreak, especially when it was true...
“an’ if I came home dipped in mud…” Bluestreak briefly stopped licking and sent Sunstorm a mock glare, “you would jus’ take it as’invitation to ‘face.” This was fun? Every time he reach the top of Sunstorm’s thigh he could taste the larger mech’s lubricant, it was a little… daunting? Yeah, daunting to know that he affected his blasé mate as much as the other way around.
"'Course..." Sunstorm agreed, squirming slightly. "Pull you in here... get you all wet... mmm..." Not that the mud itself wouldn't be fun, very fun... Sunstorm just couldn't imagine Bluestreak not wanting to get clean after making his way home after something like that. Oh, and the mental images he was getting... "Might have to... get you muddy. Of course you'd... look good!"
“Silly…” But only a little, the idea of Sunstorm helping him get clean after a, a full chassis mud bath? Just the idea of the care that would be needed to get the mud out of every little seam! Bluestreak shuddered a little and his licks became a little more erratic. “Is not fair, make me all hot… you’re supposed to be the hot one!”
"Oh, Blue... mmm..." Sunstorm watched Bluestreak, as well as he could. "No... We're both supposed... to be hot. Think how much nicer... this is, when you want to...Umm! Lick the rim, Blue', please, I... I need more...!" Sunstorm was unused to voicing actual 'need', long taught to give suggestions, hints, to keep thinking in pleasure.
Huffing uncertainly, Bluestreak looked up his mate’s chassis to meet his optics, the gold color was dark and hazy with lust. It made him smile; he had done that, him… Bluestreak! Leaning down again, he teasingly licked up a thigh again, then shifted closer and carefully, lightly!, licked the valve rim.
He jerked unintentionally, the contact far too fleeting to satisfy him. "Gah! Mm... like that, yes. Mean, going so slow... don't stop!" He wanted his mate to know he was doing well, whatever his words might say... Teach him to pay attention to the chassis, to movement, not so much to the words. Later, not now...! Not when Sunstorm couldn't be sure he was thinking correctly...
That was pretty clear that he was doing something right and that he could be doing them even better. Sunstorm wasn’t him of course but, when the Seeker did this for him he liked… Bluestreak moved yet another inch closer and dragged the flat of his glossa over the left side of the valve. Sunstorm was wet… leaking even.
"Oh, Blue! Aah...!" The increase in stimulation got most of the reaction, Bluestreak had been so teasing before! "Yes, please don't stop..." Most of his focus was taken up with not bucking, well aware that his mate couldn't hold him down. "You're... doing... well, very well!"
It was a little difficult to give a verbal answer while continuing his licking, but… oh yes, humming. Sunstorm had said that humming and talking was good too, combined with licking and possibly his fingers? He could try everything! His mate would… stop if he got it wrong. Bluestreak started to hum unsteadily.
Sunstorm gave another jerk and a cry, enjoying the uncertain attempts far more than he 'should'. "Mm... i-in. Please? Wanna feel that!" Oh, yeah, Bluestreak's glossa dipping in his valve? How could Sunstorm not want to feel that... especially with the humming, and oh... what else would Bluestreak think up? It was all being so good, so fun!
It was daunting, again, to go that last little bit of distance… all he needed was to shift his glossa just so to the side and then it was in. It felt weird, the valve wasn’t firm, it gave even under just the tiny bit of pressure he applied at first. Not that he could really reach very much, huffing he squirmed until he could press his dermas against the valve rim and then he set out to try finding those nodes Sunstorm had been talking about!
The only reaction this time was a long moan and trembling as Sunstorm fought his body not to jerk or buck too much. He couldn't really remember the last time someone had spent this much time on his valve... Usually they were too nervous to get this far, or they were pressed against another while he gave verbal suggestions. "Oohh... yes, good... good!" He might even overload from this, Sunstorm realized. He hadn't expected to get this... wound up.
Bluestreak quickly realized that he enjoyed this, a lot, he liked to get those sounds and reactions out of his mate. He liked the taste of Sunstorm’s lubricant, something he had been very unsure about despite having occasionally tasted them, himself and well… thoughtfully he changed the hum, made it deeper and faster, and tried to move his dermas as well as his glossa.
"Ah! Yes... Oh, just a little more! Please, just... keep..." As long as Bluestreak kept on as he was going, Sunstorm would overload, something he rather looked forward to. He wanted to look, to watch Bluestreak, but that required lifting his head, and pleasure stole too much coordination for that. He felt oddly helpless, in a way that having his spike sucked didn't evoke... Sunstorm had to admit that he loved it, loved doing this with his mate. "Just a little... more..."
A little more? What more could he do… Bluestreak mewled uncertainly, trying to press his glossa harder against the nodes he had been able to locate. The mewling broke up his humming but he had to make his uncertainty known and he wasn’t evil enough to stop what he was doing, just to ask.
Bluestreak didn't stop, and the mewling break in the rhythm was just enough to leave Sunstorm awash in overload. He surrendered to it, shaking and moaning, and let his thoughts drift for a while. Bluestreak was so sweet, it really did seem that they were becoming perfect for each other... Sunstorm smiled at the thought.
The rush of fluid surprised him, warm lubricant coating his glossa and running down over his chin. Bluestreak squeaked and pulled back a little, licking at his own dermas as well as the valve rim. Had he managed to overload Sunstorm? He hadn’t expected that to happen, not really, since he hadn’t known where that ‘a little more’ should come from.
"Mm... kiss? Kiss me, Blue...?" He wanted to taste, yes... he also wanted to hold Bluestreak, pet him... Maybe another round, an actual interface, before or while they perused that pleasure merge. It didn't matter! They had time, they had desire... that was enough! "Wanna hold you, feel you..."
It was another surprise when he tried to crawl over Sunstorm’s leg and found that he was shaking all over. Bluestreak wasn’t sure why he was reacting like that, but he knew he wasn’t scared it was just… overwhelming, all of it. Up to and including that this day had somehow proved a turning point in their relationship. He didn’t know where it was going, but judging by his mate’s words it wasn’t a place he would mind it going.
He did his best to help Bluestreak move up, but couldn't keep from stroking and petting him as he went. He was trembling... After claiming his requested kiss, Sunstorm asked, "Are you okay? That... You did very well. I didn't fully expect to overload, I have to admit... Do you need a break, Blue'?" Even just a short time to clean up and gather energy... It would be perfectly understandable!
“I don’t… I don’t think so? I’m just… I almost can’t believe I just did, it’s just a reaction is all.” The last few death throes of his Helixian upbringing perhaps? Bluestreak giggled a little at the thought, then nuzzled into Sunstorm and made a thoughtful humming sound. “Can I get… get spiked now?”
"Mmm... gladly!" Sunstorm moaned, stroking Bluestreak's proud door-wings. And that reminded him... "Do you want the water on?" He honestly felt a little silly, being in the shower without the water running, but he also knew that it did have its practical side. Clean up would be easy! "And do you want to be on top?" He was actually quite ready to just take Bluestreak, but extra play rarely went amiss.
“I… water would be good, don’t… don’t know though…about the, um, position?” He had liked riding Freefall, but he wasn’t sure it was what he wanted right now, with Sunstorm. No, he would maybe like to try something new? But what… what could you do in a shower that hadn’t been done anywhere else yet?
He was so pretty... And there was a look of contemplation on Bluestreak's faceplates. It couldn't be just from debating if he wanted to top or not... Sunstorm kissed Bluestreak again, and then he had to stand up, though he pulled Bluestreak with him. He couldn't reach the water from the floor, after all- oh? Sunstorm began to smile at the idea he had just had, he had always wanted to try that, and Bluestreak had said he wanted something... special between them. So maybe... "I have an idea, if you wanted to try. I can't promise it will work... I've not been able to even try it before."
“What is it?” Bluestreak leaned his head back to look up at Sunstorm, even when standing fully upright he only just came to his mate’s abdominal plates. He was cautious even though his chassis heated at the thought of doing something with Sunstorm that his blasé mate had never done before. Something where both of them would be new and well…
So small... Sunstorm started the water, adjusting the temperature to their taste. Luckily, he and his mate agreed, mostly, on water temperature... "I hold you in my arms, and you wrap your legs around me, and I take you against a wall," Sunstorm answered, voice going low and tight with desire. It wasn't just the thought of Bluestreak around him, it was the thought of something new, something that would please Bluestreak... "I'm not strong enough to do that with any Seeker." Most weren't, really.
“Oh… I-I…” Swallowing dryly Bluestreak shivered violently. It was a very compelling idea, followed by very compelling imagined feelings and images. He definitely wouldn’t mind trying, he rather liked that Sunstorm was so much bigger, stronger… “Yes… yes, please?!”
Such desire... Sunstorm bent down, wings flaring in the fall of water, and kissed Bluestreak quite thoroughly. It was a good thing he knew Bluestreak was already aroused enough to take him... "Hold on to me. And tell me if I mess up." It was possible, after all. Sunstorm gave a low moan, hands roaming just a little as he prepared to pick Bluestreak up.
“S-sure…” Bluestreak grabbed onto the golden shoulders, vaguely realizing that Sunstorm was flaring his wings very aggressively. Why was he doing that? He wanted his mate’s spike and yet… he was a little bit apprehensive. But then again wasn’t he always when they tried something new? And didn’t he always enjoy it immensely?
He was as tender as he could be while hauling Bluestreak off the ground, and Sunstorm was a little surprised at how light the Helixian was. He had never really tried carrying Bluestreak, so sure he couldn't lift him... "I like you in my arms," Sunstorm muttered, making sure he had Bluestreak's weight balanced before even trying to guide his spike into his mate's valve.
Bluestreak really tried not to squirm, Sunstorm was having quite enough trouble balancing him as it was, but the spike at his valve rim was… driving him nuts. “Please, Sun’, I’m wet enough! Just take me…” He was sure he was, though his mate would probably know better than him.
"Mm... I know. Was waiting for balance..." Sunstorm answered, nuzzling Bluestreak as well as he could. He had enough of that, though, and lowered his mate down, moaning. The valve was still so tight, so welcoming... "Ooh, good! Warm, so nice..." Wall, right, press him against that... that would help things.
Not warm, hot! Sunstorm’s plating was scalding and the wall was cool. Bluestreak didn’t even notice the water anymore, too busy with those two main inputs... and the spike of course. It felt massive like this, with gravity pulling him down on it. The feeling found release in a wail and he tightened his legs around Sunstorm’s hips attempting to get more.
Sunstorm jerked his hips at the wail, biting his glossa to avoid adding to it. Bluestreak sounded too good for him to cover that sound... He couldn't move his hands against Bluestreak, sadly, needing them where they were to support Bluestreak. He could bend and nibble at neck cables, and do his best to move in his mate. He was already making Bluestreak happy, and that alone made Sunstorm happy.
“Triad, yes! More, more, more…” he wasn’t sure he actually managed to vocalize the words, or that they were understandable though the other noises he made. It was hard to care with his mate’s spike moving in him... or with him moving on it?
"Yes... Beautiful, so beautiful like this. So hot, sexy..." Bluestreak was, and Sunstorm needed to tell him, to make him believe it... Bluestreak did such lovely things while being complimented, anyway! Like those little squirms, teasing his systems while Sunstorm tried to keep moving. This position was good, but oh, he was having to work for his pleasure!
“Nuu… Su~UN!” The Seeker knew he didn’t feel that way, that hearing those things made him flush and squirm with embarrassment! Which was why his mate always used times like this to tell him, he was sure of it, right now he wouldn’t have run even if he could have. He felt too good, all stretched and full, pressed to the cool wall by Sunstorm’s burning bulk.
So adorable, so sexy... Sunstorm's hips were moving without his conscious control while he moaned and gasped hungrily. He was so close, he really was, and Bluestreak was just enjoying so very much... "Yes you... you are... So deep, so tight, OH! Oh, Blue!" It was always over almost too fast, and this time was no different. Sunstorm's thrusts grew uneven, and he had just a klick to feel himself beginning to empty into Bluestreak before the pleasure of overloading hit him and shattered all thought, at least for a while.
He was surprised that Sunstorm went over first, at least for a split second, then the pressure in his valve registered along with all the other pleasure and he exploded. It felt like it, Bluestreak was almost sure he had blacked out for a few astroseconds there… His chassis was still shaking, valve erratically clenching around his mate’s spike in aftershocks when he began registering things again.
Carefully, not letting himself slide out of Bluestreak, Sunstorm went to his knees. It was easier than standing... Holding Bluestreak in his lap, Sunstorm nuzzled against his helmet, humming deeply. His mate was clearly still recovering, and Sunstorm wasn't inclined to hurry him at all, enjoying the simple closeness and warmth, savoring it.
“Mm…Like that…” Bluestreak mumbled into Sunstorm’s armor, nuzzling it tiredly. He still wanted to merge, but right now he needed just a breem to recover a little. Frag, he hadn’t been prepared to go over so fast nor so hard. Shifting a little, he bobbed his door wings and had to gasp, cringing slightly at the pain that shot though his joints. “Ow! My door wings…”
"Ohh! Do they hurt...?" Of course they would hurt, Sunstorm thought, already reaching up to softly massage them. He had been pressing Bluestreak against the wall... Oh, but he had looked so good like that, all splayed and lost in pleasure. "I guess we'll have to be more careful if we try that again... Sorry." It was still nice to have Bluestreak all against him, just cuddling and enjoying, with no resentment even with the inadvertent pain.
“Stiff joints, should have known.” Bluestreak shrugged a little and purred at the feel of his mate’s claws gently working said joints over. Seekers understood wings even if door wings were set at another angle and didn’t have quite the same movement as Seeker wings did. “Nuu, want to do it again… this’ll pass quickly enough.”
"I would love to do it again! But that doesn't mean we can't be more careful." Inwardly, Sunstorm was thrilled. Bluestreak was still unsure of matters like this, and hearing him planning future interfacing was still enjoyably and new. "It still required more strength than I had expected... It... felt good, actually. Lifting you like that... being trusted to lift you..."
Bluestreak huffed, guilt rearing it’s ugly little helmet at the reminder of his unfairness to his mate. He had never really trusted Sunstorm with anything had he? Not the things that mattered at least, Pit he had even feared it every time they went out to refuel together! “I’m sorry, Sun’, I really am… I’ve been so unfair to you.”
"Um... huh? Wha... no?" Sunstorm looked at Bluestreak in confusion. "I mean... It was all understandable, I never really blamed you. You... er, you're adjusting so much better that I feared..." He really was, and so beautifully... "You're... making it up to me now?" Yes, it had hurt him, but that really wasn't anything surprising with resonance pairings.
“Maybe… I just… I wish ‘making it up’ wasn’t necessary?” Bluestreak huffed again and snuggled closer, squeaking a little when the attempt made his valve clench a tiny bit around Sunstorm’s spike. They were still connected, he had… how had he forgotten that? He could clearly feel the large spike stretching him open, it was nice. He felt good being like this…
Oh. That made sense, it really did. Sunstorm gave a low moan at the unexpected clenching, but kept his hands soothing. It didn't seem time to move on yet... "I... forgive you...? In... In my view, I'm still the one who... has to make things up. I don't think... both of us feeling guilty for the start of our bonded life is... very healthy?" Which just meant they would have to get over it... Bluestreak had better still let him spoil him, though!
“I know that resonance… I mean, you’ve told me the ‘rules’, I still treated you like an enemy and you never deserved that!” Bluestreak clung a little to Sunstorm and then shook his head. This was not the time for this conversation, if they even needed to have it at all! “You still owe me a merge?”
There were things Sunstorm could have said about the first statement, but Bluestreak apparently didn't want to talk any more. They didn't really seem to be getting anywhere with the discussion anyway, so maybe it was time to let it go... "Yes... Yes, I do..." Sunstorm purred, letting his claws play over his mate's doorwings in far more arousing manners. "Do you want to try opening me, Blue'?" There was, Sunstorm was learning, so much play that could done with exposed internals.
“Opening..? Oh, I-I can… try…” Bluestreak leaned a little back against Sunstorm’s hands and looked up. His mate looked so anticipatory, it almost didn’t matter what they were going to do together! Even something as simple as refueling… “You like my door wings a lot? Even though they are not real wings…” Toying with Sunstorm’s chest seams he spoke mostly to distract them both.
"Mmm... Your hands feel good..." Sunstorm said, enjoying for a moment. He smiled, nodding at Bluestreak's question. "I... like that they're different. Learning the differences are fun. But I do like that you have them... Foreigners without wings, they- They kind of scare me, just a little. I find it harder to understand or see their moods... Mmm, and I love the glass in your wings. It's so unexpected... sensitive..." Sunstorm freed a hand long enough to trail against said glass.
Bluestreak searched for the manual latches for his mate’s chest, it was a little weird, like so many other things concerning them, shouldn’t he have known where they were already? Nothing about them was normal, except maybe they were because Sunstorm had told him that resonance almost always made for awkward situations… Shivering under the careful touch he shifted and was again reminded that they were still connected.
“I… mm, I like your wings too. So pretty and… Sun’? why do you keep mantling them when we ‘face, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
He let Bluestreak look, since his mate didn't really seem frustrated or impatient with his search. The question confused Sunstorm for a moment, and he had the think a little, unaware that he even had been moving his wings. It was just... something that happened, but he had to be 'trying' to do something... Ah. "Mostly, I don't... notice. But I'm, ooh, there it is," his answer got a little sidetracked as Bluestreak found the first clasp, "I'm mostly doing it to... catch your optic? And too feel better, we, mm... get more sensory input when they're away from our bodies."
“But… what does it mean? You said that almost all your wing movements mean something, even the unconscious ones, so..?” One clasp there, and it’s twin on the other side, the last two had to be lower than… Bluestreak gently traced the first clasps and then triggered them, before tracing the seam lower to find the last pair.
Well, he had... The softer intimacy of Bluestreak opening him, or starting to, distracted Sunstorm for a long moment, and he decided he should see about unlatching Bluestreak's clasps... "It... means I want you to see me? And... like me? And... well, there's probably some... well, showing off that I have you? And... triumph, that you... allow me to please you... and enjoy you...?" Sunstorm wasn't sure about his answer, trying to work out what half-remembered feelings and actions meant.
“Hum…” It was hard to concentrate now, with Sunstorm’s claws against his armor and in his seams, while attempting to open the second pair of clasps. It didn’t help much that he was squirming around, making the spike in his valve rub against his slightly oversensitive valve walls.
"Mm... That feels... good, you know? Very... good..." Sunstorm stopped Bluestreak for a moment, taking a kiss just to taste his mate, just because he could, because such advances were becoming welcomed. After the kiss, he continued with triggering Bluestreak's first clasps, and then he started massaging a wet wing-joint to watch Bluestreak twitch and, not incidentally, squirm against him more.
“I t-thought… you wan… dang you!” Bluestreak whimpered, leaning forward and spreading his door wings to give Sunstorm better access. He was shivering all over, still absently fiddling with the second pair of latches. He was more surprised than anything else when they finally opened though, not having paid much attention to anything past the claws toying with him and the large spike that kept feeling better and better…
Sunstorm moaned as he felt himself slide open, half petting Bluestreak and very much taking advantage of the better access. But when he opened, Sunstorm knew he really should expose Bluestreak as well, even if that did mean taking a hand from the door-wings. Sunstorm moaned again as the latch triggered under his hand. "So good to have you, mmm... in my arms..." Sunstorm meant that; it was good to have Bluestreak in his arms.
Anticipation and some trepidation colored the arousal seeing Sunstorm’s spark caused. This was the first time they were merging out of something other than need. He had asked for it and his mate had been only too happy to give it… how would it feel? With proper time to enjoy and no lust frenzy, no forced connection and too fast overload. “I’m… I’m sort of nervous? Um… will it feel different then when we need it?”
"Mm... I'm not sure. I've... heard it's better. Because, of course, there's... time?" Oh, yes, time to experience... Sunstorm was worried that one of them would want to go further than the other could, but that was only a little worry, not big enough to ruin his anticipation. "It won't hurt." He knew that, he had never heard of merging hurting... Sunstorm lightly stroked Bluestreak's internals as he spoke, enjoying the chance for that, too.
“I know it won’t hurt, I’m just… yeah, a little nervous because, um, I want it to be really good, for both of us.” Bluestreak muttered, looking at his mate’s spark and carefully touching the edges of the open chest. That was really all it was, he wanted this, he wasn’t in the least unsure or afraid of that part of it. He just wanted it to be good, better than it had been before. Deeper than it had ever been before.
Sunstorm jerked, just a little, trying to get more of those soft and careful touches. So careful, so unsure... "No fear... It will be good..." It couldn't possibly be anything but good. Merging was already good, even 'forced', and just like the interfacing was SO much better when it was wanted... Well, the merging could surely only be 'awesome'. "W- when ever you want..." because Sunstorm liked letting Bluestreak have control, though he didn't make Bluestreak lead all the time.
Regulating his intakes, Bluestreak leaned back a little and looked up into his mate’s golden optics. He wanted to say it was unfair of Sunstorm to leave it up to him but… it wasn’t, didn’t have anything to do with fair really. This had been his idea, this was the last time he could pull away and say ‘not this time, I’m too scared’. Something changed in that movement, that one look, something inside Bluestreak. He couldn’t tell himself yet, but things had changed.
“Okay.” Pulling his hands away, he raised himself a little off the spike and pressed their chests together.
For half a click, Sunstorm thought Bluestreak would change his mind. He didn't, and the Seeker gave a short cry as his mate moved and pressed in. He thought his hands moved to support Bluestreak, but Sunstorm couldn't quite be sure as the merge began to deepen. It was familiar, but not rushed, not desperately needed. It could be... enjoyed.
The differences were immediate and sharp, almost enough so as to make Bluestreak pull away again. He hadn’t expected it to be that different, not truly. Not being prepared made it all the more glaringly obvious, made it… He didn’t know how to put words on it.
On the other hand, this merge was ‘easy’, there was no overexcited energy, no rush to complete and achieve… only them, only their sparks. Time to prod tentatively at their bond and feel the other prod back just as hesitantly.
He didn't know what to do, Sunstorm realized. He wasn't sure how to approach Bluestreak like this. All he could really do was try to be welcoming, try and accept Bluestreak's welcome. He was afraid, Sunstorm realized. Afraid that things would go back to how they had been with no warning, afraid of his own uncertainty. That wasn't fair to Bluestreak, though, and Sunstorm knew it. The emotions were still there, no matter how he tried to ignore them.
It seemed that they were at an impasse, a turning point, though to what Bluestreak didn’t know. They were ‘standing’ there, waiting for the other to take the first step, both afraid and unable to hide it… He took the step, blindly and fearful, because one of them had to.
It was a strange rush, a feeling that made his spark swell and yearn in a new way, made his body react with more lubricant, more heat and eager valve contractions. His processor was immersed in another, along with his spark and he was drowning, but in a good way… loosing himself and finding himself at the same time.
It was novel for Bluestreak to be the one taking such charge. Sunstorm gasped a little, unconsciously trying to move his mate closer. He gave himself up to Bluestreak, something he could do even without being sure of his own feeling for the Helixian. The results were... glorious. Bluestreak was also offering, and the sharing was... It was really like nothing they had yet had.
Inside Bluestreak’s chassis small changes occurred, preparing him for what could occur during something like this. Sparking… He didn’t know and didn’t care; much too absorbed in the wonder that was his mate. This was a merge like he had been told of, heard about in stories, a real merge with his real bond mate. Not just for pleasure, not just to alleviate the pain of not doing it…
Oh gods, Zephyrus and even Vector Sigma... No wonder bonding was sacred, if this was what was expected to come of it! This, and even sparklings, and... Sunstorm didn't have words, or coherency, sating the addiction which had sprung up when Bluestreak had 'approached' in this. He needed this, would need it until the end of his days, and even better, Bluestreak would be there for him, and he would be there for Bluestreak... Sunstorm was moaning, babbling and shrieking.
Release was a fiery shearing force that both confirmed and broke the deep rapport of this sparks. It threw them out of the merge but in such a way that the loss wasn’t really felt. And more of the connection stayed behind. Not that Bluestreak was able to comprehend that. He had lost all strength to the overload, resulting in his sliding down, fully onto Sunstorm’s spike, causing him to make a weird sobbing scream as another very much valve oriented overload tore through his tired, burning chassis.
Bluestreak dropped down on him while Sunstorm was still spilling transfluid, and the Seeker hunched over, trying to hold them both as still as possible. Neither of them could really take any more stimulation... This also didn't quite seem to be the time to mention his vague, uncertain feelings. If nothing else, it was likely to make Bluestreak move...
So tired, so warm… safe, cared for. Bluestreak huffed and wished they could just magically get dry and on the berth. He couldn’t move right now, he wasn’t even sure he could stay awake even with the water pounding down on his overly sensitive door wings. Not unpleasant, but not really a stimulation he needed right now! “Berth? ‘m so tired…”
He carefully pulled out, cuddling Bluestreak and cleaning him off before leaving the washracks and drying. The motions were familiar, for the most part, and Sunstorm could focus on them even through his own tiredness. Actually trying to carry Bluestreak was something else, and Sunstorm was rather surprised he managed it. "Here we go. Berth... recharge, good idea. Very good..."
Bluestreak cuddled up to the golden Seeker with a tired huff, his spark and processor filled with contentment. Filled with Sunstorm. The last barriers had fallen, surprisingly enough thanks to a young shy Seeker who probably hadn’t known what he was doing for them, maybe he would tell Freefall thank you one orn… or maybe just show it. Mewing low in his vocalizer, Bluestreak attempted getting closer yet before finally giving in to recharge's siren call.