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| Pillow Talk [Nsfw]; Closed for Rodimus, see Fixer Upper for context | |
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| Rodimus | 2 May 2016, 03:48 PM Post #16 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus would have to be off-line to not noticed the reaction from First Aid when his lips touched the medic's hand. He'd been pleased to find out what his fingers could do to tease First Aid's hand, but he was even more so to realize what just his lips could do. Oh, he was going to have a lot of fun with this, if just the simple brush of his lips had First Aid reacting like that, his face redder by the moment. Rodimus had always loved teasing his partners, but he'd never gotten this much of a reaction out of something so simple. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, letting his lips pause at the tip of the medic's index finger. He didn't mind ending the conversation for something more pleasant, even though he'd told himself repeatedly to slow things down; he simply just wasn't a mech who took anything slowly in the end. First Aid's teasing hadn't slowed him down at all, either. "If you don't want to go further, I'll stop." At First Aid's request, Rodimus lifted his chin to look at the other mech. He let his gaze wander over First Aid's face for a moment, taking in the red cheeks and bright blue visor. "Worried I'm not sincere?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 2 May 2016, 05:55 PM Post #17 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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“No!” Well that was real smooth. “N-No, I don’t, I mean, Rodimus…” First Aid caught himself off guard, trailing off into a particularly loud moan. Primus damn it, he had been doing so well with not doing that, but it couldn’t be helped with how Rodimus kept teasing his fingers. He was swimming, positively swimming in his processor. He had to get his voice back, at least enough to finish his train of thought. “Oh, Oh, Rodimus, I know you’re being s-sincere… Oh so, so sincere, not a doubt in my mind... “ Another moan, softer this time. He was coming undone, multiple notifs on his HUD pinging to let him know he was warming up. Rolling his optics he ignored each and every one of them, his cooling fans would turn up if he was really getting that close to overheating anyways. “Please, don’t stop… Ah, I’m just…” Flustered. Heated. Haven’t been touched in thousands of years and extremely thirsty. Melting. Rodimus could take his pick, none were wrong answers. Especially if he was going to keep teasing his fingertips with those damn perfect lips of his. He had to pull his hand back, he needed to move slowly. Nothing would go slowly if they kept teasing each other. There was no need to rush this though, it would be more rewarding if they didn’t rush afterall. First Aid gave a gentle nudge to Rodimus, using his previously teased hand to caress the captain’s cheek. “I love how deep your optics pull me in… Please, l-lets…” Let’s slow down. First Aid finally took the initiative, moving so his pedes were no longer dangling off the side of the berth, pulling one up so that he might be able to coax Rodimus to lean over him rather than their previous seated position to something that could eventually let Aid slip to a slouched, reclined state. “...L-Lets…” He couldn’t say it. Instead he let his body language do the talking, kissing lightly to his cheek. Gentle, sweet kisses to one cheek as his hand continued to lightly rub across his other. He needed the slow sweetness, let their heat build rather than start out at full flame. |
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| Rodimus | 2 May 2016, 08:09 PM Post #18 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus couldn't help the way his lips quipped at the protest from First Aid, how the other mech cut off with a moan - oh, he preened at that sound from the medic. He pressed his lips back against First Aid's palm, hoping to get another moan from him. It was amusing that his question had the other mech stuttering and stumbling over his words, but in a rather endearing way. Rodimus relented after a moment when First Aid pulled his hand away and touched his cheek instead. Ah, yeah. Slow down. Primus, Rodimus was terrible at this slow business. He took air into his vents and shifted with the other mech, letting First Aid lay back before leaning in to the kiss to his cheek. His optics dimmed before he tilted his head to catch First Aid's lips with his own in a slow kiss, easing into it. No rush. He let his hands fall to the other mech's thighs, running over the metal slowly to First Aid's hips, finding the comfortable angle he'd found in the shuttle bay. They were right back where they'd started, kissing in lieu of talking. Rodimus was all for it, really. He was a mech of action more than a mech of words, though he knew how to turn a phrase into a speech. Right now, he didn't care to talk. He wanted to kiss First Aid. Kiss him, touch him, be with him for the night. He wanted the warmth that First Aid had teased him with earlier, he wanted the comfort of another mech beside him, hands on him, and attention on him. First Aid apparently wanted the same, so Rodimus would give as much as the other mech did. He only broke the kiss to let his lips trail to First Aid's jaw before murmuring. "This okay?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 2 May 2016, 08:49 PM Post #19 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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There was something comforting in its own way as Rodimus leaned over his own frame. Rodimus wasn’t much bigger than himself, but positioned like this made First Aid feel small even under the speedster’s thinner frame. Aid was far bulkier, built for defense not offense, but it only gave more reason for the medic to admire their differences. Hs own optics followed Rodimus’s lead in dimming, even just slightly. The room was already dimly lit, most of the light coming from the two of them as it is. As Rodimus let his hands drop to Aid’s thighs, First Aid let his hands rest on the small of Rodimus’s waist, palms over the curves while his thumbs were free to wipe over the line of lights that illuminated over over their frames. Nothing blinding, but still eyecatching. As Rodimus had fallen back into the old rhythm they had while in the Shuttlebay, Aid followed suit, only much subtler this time around. Left hand stayed on Rodimus’s waist while his right reached further back, fingers giving little feathery touches to the middle of Rodimus’s upper back, gently tracing over the centerline of his spoiler. Then there was that voice, causing First Aid to purr his engine. Was this okay? This was more than okay. Opening his mouth, a notification popped up on his HUD. Thankfully Aid wasn’t too rash to dismiss it without reading, but he ignored the request regardless. Absolutely not, not right now. He knew it had been some long, long time since he had felt any sort of intimacy, but he wasn’t going to just let his body take full control. So no, the request to open his panel was denied. For now, anyways. Sheesh. He exvented a warm puff of air against Rodimus’s frame. “This, you’re more than okay… P-primus…” Hips gave a little twitch, happy to receive any sort of attention. Aid did his best to reciprocate, warming up his hand that rested against the spoiler, picking up where he had left off with the ghostlike touches against the center, glossa peaking out as Rodimus trailed kisses down his jawline. He was blissed out from the attention, to say the least. “C-Can you, ah… Touch my side tires…” Another exvent of hot air, a small little whimper following shortly after. Nothing wrong with asking, right? |
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| Rodimus | 2 May 2016, 10:56 PM Post #20 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus shifted over First Aid, letting his frame settle over the other mech's, letting his thigh slide between First Aid's legs to make himself comfortable. His slim frame couldn't be that much weight over the medic, but he knew he was getting warm from the desire building up in his systems. He was being careful to keep his heating system in check, not wanting his temperature to rise too high - he'd once, embarrassingly, let his systems go too hot and caught fire while making out with a previous partner. He didn't particularly want to repeat that. As sprawled as he was over First Aid, Rodimus' frame pressed against the medic as Aid's fingers traced over his spoiler again and a soft groan escaped the speedster against First Aid's jaw. It was a lighter touch, but Rodimus was more susceptible to touch now. He gripped at First Aid's hips, fingers digging into the seams of the other mech's armor. A light grin crossed his lips at the sound of First Aid's engine and he moved to kiss the other mech again after he was given the okay, teasing Aid's lip between his teeth before kissing him deeply, gently. Oh, god, and then the warmth of First Aid's hand on his spoiler...! "Aid, you're gonna get me revvin' like that..." he murmured against the other mech's lips. "Keep doing that." He let his fingers move upwards at First Aid's request, letting his digits trace the rims and ridges of the other mech's tires. He didn't know tires could be sensitive, but if First Aid asked him to touch, he'd touch and tease. Anything to get the medic worked up and making noises like that. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 3 May 2016, 06:41 AM Post #21 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Moaning loudly as Rodimus pressed his frame down against his own, First Aid was melting from the pressure. Sure, Rodimus wasn't heavy, but he applied such a delicious weight to his frame, it was absolutely perfect. Another moan, longer drawn out this time, Aid pushed his hips up into Rodimus's. His legs has already been spread, but now the medic made a more conscious effort to part them. In comparison to Rodimus, Aid's frame was near boiling. Any hotter and his fans would be forced to click on to cool him down. With every finger that dug into his hip seams, Rodimus drew out a short 'ah!' from the medic's lips, each one louder than the last. There was no need to try and keep quiet, nobody knew he was here, but even still First Aid wasn't quite sure that it was possible to hold back his voice. He also couldn't help the twitch of his hips, with each shaky movement he was more and more aware to the embarrassing wetness built up behind his panel. So long as the slickness hadn't begun to seep through the seam he was good, thankfully it hadn't nearly reached that point yet. As Rodimus teased him, that soft nibble to his bottom lip before connecting them once more, First Aid decided it was time to turn the heat up in both his hands. As one continued to run across the length of his spoiler, making sure not a single inch left untouched, his other hand tickled down his spinal strut before dipping into the seams of his back plating. His hands were smaller than Rodimus's, making it easier for him to curve his heated fingers underneath to tease. Oh how nice it would be to take the time a give him a real deep wire massage. Next time, next time. He'd make a mental note when he wasn't returning Rodimus's kiss. That honestly took most of his attention for the moment. Whining into his lips as Rodimus teased his tire rims, First Aid pushed more forwards, both against Rodimus's lips and with his hips. He was reduced to a whimpering mess, pleading through body language for Rodimus to continue, as he couldn't even begin to think how to talk. And yet Rodimus's words were like silk on his audio, it was truly a shame that the captain's mouth was otherwise occupied. Then again, Aid was hardly complaining. Kissing Rodimus was far from any punishment, even with a voice that could make him shiver. With the right combination of feathered touches and Rodimus's voice, Aid would be drooling. And just like that, at the sound of him being told to keep going, his fans clicked up, trying to cool down his frame so there would be no risk of overheating. |
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| Rodimus | 3 May 2016, 06:24 PM Post #22 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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The moment First Aid's hips met his, Rodimus wasn't holding back. He met the moan from the other mech with one of his own as he settled fully against the medic, shifting his hips to roll against First Aid as he lay over the other mech. He let his fingers continue their teasing with each noise that escaped the medic beneath him, no worries about how loud First Aid was getting - there were certain perks of having his quarters where they were, mostly in the distance between his and the other command quarters that muffled any noise coming from the rooms. Which he was pretty thankful for, considering First Aid wasn't the only one making noise. Rodimus wasn't even trying to muffle the appreciative moans escaping him against the other mech's lips. The heat from the body beneath him and the hands on his spoiler and spinal strut was so pleasant, so welcome, and his systems buzzed in delight with all the warmth he didn't have to generate himself. True to his word, Rodimus' engine was beginning to rev as First Aid's fingers dipped into the seams of his armor, the heat at the tips sending a jolt of pleasure right to the speedster's core. Rodimus broke the kiss, tilting his head to touch his helm against First Aid's, bringing one hand to run up the medic's body, following the shape of the other mech's armor as his fingers traveled up to finally curve at the back of Aid's neck. "N-not going very slow, are we?" he asked, voice low and laced with static. He flicked his tongue out over his lower lip, letting his optics brighten back to their normal light as he looked to First Aid. His hands stilled for a moment, wanting both of them to be able to think clearly even briefly. "Do you want this, Aid?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 3 May 2016, 10:00 PM Post #23 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Every touch, every press, it was practically making Aid sing. Well, Not literally sing. He didn't have the voice for it right now, not with Rodimus rolling his hips like that. It left the medic with one pede digging into the berth, not really self aware as to just how loud he had been getting with each of Rodimus's teasing touches. Catching the captain's lips was among his top priorities, second to keeping up with Rodimus's touches with his own. First Aid wanted nothing more than to make Rodimus feel loved and cared about. With every tender touch to each sweet kiss, maybe it was the medic's caring personality at work, but First Aid was feeding off (if not getting off) on every pleased noise that left his captain's lips. Rodimus deserved to feel loved, to feel spoiled, to not hold a shred of self doubt for the night. For every negative comment spoken of Rodimus, be it from the prime's own lips or another member of the ship, First Aid would make point to assure Rodimus the opposite. Rodimus shifting cleared him up out of his thoughts. He was starting to realize he was getting in deep. Not that it was a bad feeling, it was just a new feeling. Giving Rodimus his full attention, Aid listened quietly as the words rolled out low. Not going slow? Not going slow... Oh. Yeah. Slow. They had agreed to go slow, hadn't they? Or, well, they had earlier discussed going slow. Slow. As in not fast. Well. Helm to helm, First Aid stared into Rodimus's optics, shimmying a little so that he could pull his arms up over the bulk of Rodimus's shoulders to loop around his neck the best he could manage. Never did he realize how many bulky pieces Rodimus had to him; shoulders being the main offender in this case. Not that it was a problem. Far from it. "Slow... R-right..." The corner of his lips twitched, not sure how he should feel by that statement. He was starting to over think it, no. No, no, no, he was finally relaxing. He wasn't going to let himself sabotage this. "Y-yeah we, we aren't, uh, is that a problem though?" He was getting a little self conscious at the question. "Do I want, oh, Rodimus..." The light in Aid's visor dimmed to a soft glow. Pulling one hand away from its place around Rodimus's neck, coming up to caress his cheek. "Of course I want this, want you, I'm..." He trailed off, his motions growing slower until he was just cupping Rodimus's cheek. "I'm not in this for one night, Rodimus. I-I mean, yeah, sure, we moved a little quick just now. And there's a lot we gotta discus, but Rodimus... I want to feel close to you. Connect with you." He was running his mouth a little too long, nervous babbling to say the least. His fans had done a good job with cooling down his frame, as things had come to a slight halt. "Rodimus, my prime, let me ask... Do you want this?" |
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| Rodimus | 4 May 2016, 07:22 PM Post #24 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus didn't move as he waited for First Aid's answer, giving himself time to let his systems slow and cool down a bit, head clearing up from the haze of want and need that he felt. He wanted to savor the touches and kisses, every sound and movement from First Aid. He'd never really felt the same when he'd been with other mechs, as cared for as he was with First Aid right now. Call it cliché or whatever, he'd never really been into it for the emotional ride so much as the release of tension, but there was much more to it with First Aid. And Rodimus really, really didn't want to mess that up by taking things too fast. He leaned in against First Aid, letting his optics dim again as he tilted his head into the other mech's touch. Relief flooded his whole body at First Aid's words, confirming that he did want it, wanted Rodimus. God, it felt good to be wanted. That thought kept coming back to him, warming his spark and he couldn't stop himself from leaning in to press a soft, chaste kiss against First Aid's lips before he answered the question the medic had turned back on him. "I mean, I do, but..." Rodimus trailed off for a moment, not sure how to phrase his concerns. He was good with words when it come to speeches and cheering up others, but getting his own feelings out like this? Not so much. He gave a light exvent. "I don't want to rush into this. You're not in this for one night and...I don't want to be, either. And that always happens with me. It's always one night and barely spoken about again and I don't want to do that to you." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 4 May 2016, 09:17 PM Post #25 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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It was starting to feel bitter sweet, a feeling that was all too normal for First Aid. To either move too slow, or too fast, never hitting that perfect median. There was no arguing it, they really had been moving at a fast pace, not as fast as he had in the past but… Still it was fast and almost scary when he really thought deeply about it. Just the other day they had barely appreciated each other mutually, and now they were both pressing up on one another with want, with need. But for once, every aspect of it was mutual. While bittersweet was a constant, mutual feelings were never ever evenly spread. Springer had cared too much, Ambulon none the wiser to care at all. Fast and slow, both ended just as fast as it had started, or never even built the speed begin in the first place. Maybe, maybe Rodimus was that median Aid never seemed to hit. Primus, don’t let him mess this up. “If you have to say ‘but’ I guess we really should stop then, huh?” It wasn’t really a ‘yes’ after all. ‘But’ implied that there was doubt, regret, things that shouldn’t be attached to this sort of thing. Aid had no fear, no second guesses up till this point, least not until that small ‘but’ was uttered. It left him wondering, but he could push back his own doubts and insecurities for now. Rodimus needed him more than he needed any assurance. “We don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Gently Aid kissed his cheek, choosing not to let his lips linger all too long this time. “We have a lot to discuss, nothing bad, it's just important that we connect, one way or another right? I mean, maybe I'm thinking too far ahead but… Perhaps we need to not open up physically so soon if there is a lot of, uh, emotions we need to get all on the table. I mean, Primus, Rodimus, I’d never just not talk with you after this sort of thing. If anything, I, I worry I’ll get too clingy on you afterwards and make you regret that decision.” Shifting ever so slightly, First Aid pulled Rodimus in tightly, giving him a firm hug to his frame. Even with his engine giving a soft revv at the contact, First Aid was making Rodimus’s comfort top priority. While the uncomfortable pressure in his pelvic area spoke otherwise against this decision, First Aid would never force Rodimus to do anything he would regret. “I, uh, I do have to ask… If you do want to slow down and put this on, uh, hold for another time… Do you perhaps have a private washroom? I, I really need to cool my frame down sooner rather than later…” It was only half a truth, the real reason for it was so that the medic could quickly hide the fact that Rodimus had him almost leaking through his interface paneling just from their incomplete foreplay. He’d never live that one down, and if Rodimus wasn’t planning on continuing it would be better to sooner spray off and join the other on the berth to at least recharge near by. Aid would never get over the embarrassment of how easily he was to stimulate, how easy to was to get him revved and valve pulsing with need. It was almost a shame that it never got past that. Maybe it was for the better. Holding Rodimus close, First Aid exvented hard, giving those red little cheek fins of Rodimus’s a peppering of kisses while he waited for an answer. Fingertips rubbed soothing circles over his upper back, just above where his spoiler rested. “I know I joked earlier, in the shuttlebay, about how you were my type because you had a pulse…” He paused, voice growing softer. “... It’s more than that, You’re definitely my type because, well, even if the others can’t be bothered to see it, you’re caring. Caring, passionate, and you have a lot of courage that I wish I had. I’d like you to least know that even though I almost expected to end up here beneath you tonight after what happened in the shuttlebay, I chose to take this path because I wanted to be with you.” |
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| Rodimus | 5 May 2016, 09:58 PM Post #26 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus wanted to take back that 'but' because he did want to continue. He wanted to take things further, kick it all up a notch, and have First Aid nothing but a mess under him, but - and there it was again - he didn't want things to end the same way they always did. He never let anyone close enough to continue past a little fooling around, never wanting to make the mistake of trusting the wrong person again, like he had with Dealer. Primus, never again. First Aid wasn't Dealer, though. Rodimus knew he could trust First Aid. He wanted the other mech and he knew First Aid wanted him, everything between the two of them was mutual, built on trust and genuine affection, not purely physical attraction of other nights. So what was Rodimus' problem? He wasn't sure, only knowing that he didn't want to ruin things with First Aid. With a heavy exvent, Rodimus leaned in against First Aid, letting his arms wrap loosely around the other mech's torso, tucking his head against the medic's shoulder. He'd always been prone to splaying over those he liked, relaxed and listless as he leaned and laid over his friends. "I wouldn't regret it," he told the other mech, voice soft as he spoke. "I wouldn't mind it at all. I want...I really do want more than one night from this, with you. I haven't spoken to anyone the way I have with you." First Aid's arms around him had Rodimus almost unwilling to pull away. He wanted to stay like this, held close and holding close. It was comforting, more fulfilling than most any other attention he'd been given in a long time. First Aid's frame was still warm against his - warmer than his own frame. They'd worked each other up well with just some teasing and kissing, a bit of friction, hardly anything incredibly erotic, but enough for both of them to want more. First Aid had found one of Rodimus' weak points, just under his spoiler, a quick way to get his engine revving and any more teasing would have had him begging to continue. "Washroom's there," he murmured, waving a hand noncommittally towards the door on the far wall from his berth. He didn't want to move from where he laid over First Aid. Those kisses the medic placed over his helm and the way his fingers were smoothing over his back, he was winding down already. He felt content in spite of the desire he still felt, comfortable against First Aid's wider frame. And when First Aid spoke up again, telling him that Rodimus was his type, pointing out the reasons, and saying that he wanted to be with him, it made Rodimus' spark pulse with a deep swell of happiness. He leaned in and pressed a kiss against First Aid's lips, keeping it brief, but full of gratitude. "Thank you. No one's said anything like that to me in a long time." Rodimus couldn't say how good it made him feel to be wanted for reasons outside of a gorgeous frame and flashy paintjob. At a loss for how to thank him, he chose to kiss First Aid again. "Stay with me when you're done in the washroom?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 6 May 2016, 07:38 AM Post #27 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"I had no intentions on leaving for the medbay once I was done cooking off. You best promise not to fall into recharge while I'm gone. But, please, Rodimus I need to get up..." Ordinarily he wouldn't be so pushy, but the paranoia of Rodimus knowing was getting to him. Not that it was really a bad thing, but it would make things awkward. First Aid really didn't want to mess this up, not over the fact that he was a bit more sensitive due to never using his interface equipment. Getting laughed at over being aroused so easily was not his idea of a fun time. He hadn't made much struggle to get up, taking the shift slow as he still basked in the pressure of Rodimus laying over top of him, but immediately as Rodimus had moved to allow Aid to get up, Aid herd his paneling click. Hands immediately pushed their way down, one cupping while the other tried and forced his panel back closed, praying to Primus that he hadn't leaked at all. It was one of the worst feelings he could be dealing with right now. While his spike wasn't pressurized at all, his hands were slick from the needy pulse his valve gave, pushing more of a wetness into his hands. Fumbling he got the panel closed and was already rushing into the washroom, face red with embarrassment. He waited no time to hit the hose on, cold solvent cascading down his frame with a simmer muffled out by the pressure of the hose. Soon any evidence of any stray fluid on his hands or thighs was gone, but while he was able to kill the burning sensation in his frame, he couldn't stop the heat in his cheeks, or his core. Standing under the hose for a prolonged amount of time, Aid finally turned it off and promptly dried off. Peaking his head through the door First Aid emerged slowly, climbing back onto the berth with Rodimus. His vocalizer was now staticky, no amount of resetting it could hide that nervousness or embarrassment. Maybe Rodimus wouldn't mention it, seeing how Aid was so embarrassed to begin with. But it did lead to something First Aid had chosen to ignore but now figured they should talk about. "You're worried, uh, about thi-ZZT being a one time thing... But, Rodimus, I guess I should admit, if it wasn't clear enough before, but i haven't- I don't-" he cut off resetting his vocalizer. While he sat on the berth, not in his previously slouched position with Rodimus over him but fully sitting with the temptation to tuck his knees to his chest. "This is really a first time thing, forms, sorta. I mean, briefly I saw Springer in secret, not only was that one sided mostly, but it was so long ago I... He... We..." Aid gave a vague hand gesture. "I'm not here for that, no not at all, I just know that my body is a bit more, ah, sensitive due to just... N-not indulging in anything. I worried that fact, I don't know, would make you uninterested in me from h-how things seemed to be headed. But I mean, if you didn't already know I knew you'd figure out fast. You're not dumb by any means. So, uh, sorry for not being truthful about that..." Well at least it was an explanation and an ice breaker, if nothing else. "Are, did you, you're certain you don't mind, there's so many mechs on this ship that are better than myself. You don't have to worry about hurting my feelings if you've changed you're opinion of me..." Primus, did First Aid hope Rodimus would pull him into a hug right now. He could really use the assurance after that turbofox outta the bag. Swallowing thickly, First Aid waited for a response from the captain, bracing himself for an answer in either direction. Not that he think Rodimus would reject him over any of tonight, but Aid still worried. |
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| Rodimus | 6 May 2016, 07:50 PM Post #28 |
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"Promise." As if Rodimus could simply recharge after this. His systems were still cursing him for ending the foreplay before they'd finished, built-up charge still buzzing in him. He ignored the pinging from his systems and the instinct in the back of his mind that told him to put his issues aside and get fragging and, instead, moved off First Aid to let him up. He heard the click of First Aid's interface panel and he realized just how worked up the medic had gotten; he was about to suggest First Aid stay and let him take care of him - shut up, Rodimus, you're not clever - but the other mech was already heading to the washroom, leaving him to wait alone. Rodimus moved over to his desk, picking up the bottle of Nightmare Fuel and took a fairly large swig, inwardly berating himself for letting his doubts get to him, for stopping when both of them wanted to keep going. He should have just broken through the self-doubt and at least gotten First Aid off. He'd clearly already gotten the medic worked up to the point his interface codes had initiated, he could have at least brought the other mech to overload. No, he'd had to say 'but' and ruin the moment. Good job, Rodimus. One more swig down the hatch. He set the bottle down again and grabbed a datapad from his desk before heading for the berth again, sprawling over it on his front, lifting his pedes and stretching out. Pulling up a game, Rodimus decided the best thing to do while waiting for First Aid was to relax and play a game. It'd keep his mind off the short-comings he'd put back in his mind. While he waited, he beat a few stages, leveled up a couple of times, and nabbed a medal he'd been trying to get for days. Only when First Aid came out of the washroom and joined him back on the berth did Rodimus turn off the game again, shifting back up to sit with the other mech. "Aid, just 'cause you're easier to stimulate than the mechs I've been with before, it doesn't mean I'm just going to lose interest," Rodimus pointed out. That seemed to be, more than anything else, what was bothering First Aid. He wanted to make it clear that he wasn't going to ditch the other mech for something like that. "I'm not upset about you not saying anything about it. And I don't..." He reached for one of First Aid's hands, tangling their fingers together and just holding on lightly. "You're the first mech on this ship - " since he'd had to send Drift away - "to really talk to me and actually understand that there's more to me than the cocksure firebrand who thinks he's Prime material. I'm not even sure Magnus understands that sometimes." After a moment, he gave a light tug at First Aid's hand to pull him closer, his other arm wrapping loosely around the medic, leaning into him and touching his head against the other mech's shoulder again. "I really don't want you to think I'm not interested in you." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 6 May 2016, 09:33 PM Post #29 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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There was a wash of relief as Rodimus spoke, one that First Aid did little to hide in his field. Feeling that arm reach and pull around him, such security made him lower any defensive walls he was fronting. Pulling his own arm around Rodimus, First aid pulled him in, kissing the gold part of his helm. He had been so consumed with being scared of rejection that he had ignored Rodimus's discomfort. It nagged at him, he almost regret putting all those cards on the table. It had to be said, he didn't want to hide from Rodimus. "I know, I know all those things, and yet... Sometimes I just need to hear all these things out loud for them to really set in. Assurance really helps when I'm feeling, uhh, when I'm not feeling like I'm at the top of my game. I know you wouldn't just, you wouldn't just use me for a night. I get insecure, it's going to happen, but your words are so calming. They erase any and all bad thoughts my mind could make up. " First Aid already hated to see Rodimus feeling so sad. Especially since he knew he had been partially at fault for being so, well... Awkward. He had always been a late bloomer, but because of his already young age being a late bloomer put him even further behind on some social graces. "We can move slow like you want to, I have no doubts we can do it with a little support from one another. We can move as slow as you want, no matter what, I promise. I promise it doesn't bother me one bit. I was, I was just embarrassed by how, how excited you got me feeling. But, Rodimus..." First aid briefly took his hand apart from Rodimus's, choosing to brush his fingers over the autobot brand of his chest. "Rodimus please... Please don't blame yourself. This whole thing is, well, it's not just new for me but it's new for you too. It's new and scary and we gotta just, feel through all this new territory together. Please don't beat yourself up over something like this." He could smell the nightmare fuel on the others mouth, sighing softly at the realization. Aid wanted to frown, it was already tugging at his spark to see Rodinus like this, but he had to stay strong. Far from forced, the smile on his lips was warm and assuring in its own way. His mind was racing with a hundred and one thoughts. How badly he wanted to introduce Rodimus to his gestalt, not that they didn't know Rodimus but they hadn't ever had a formal introduction. The protectobots were his protective brothers, but Aid really believed it would do both Rodimus and Hot Spot good to do a little talking. Both held so much weight on their shoulders, both were so caring for their close ones. Yet in the same thought, Aid was nervous and scared, wondering if he had already ruined his happiness with Rodimus. He'd never thought to feel such sadness for seeing another mech drink in sorrow, hypocritical considering he did so himself. "Maybe Magnus doesn't understand. But he still has his own way of caring for you. Worrying about your health and well being. I can't speak for Magnus, of course, but i can speak for myself. Rodimus, my prime, I've never felt more accepted and wanted than this moment with you. No exaggerating, no stretch. Now come on and give me a kiss. I wanna taste of that nightmare fuel." |
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| Rodimus | 7 May 2016, 05:08 PM Post #30 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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The kiss to his helm sent a light wave of delight through Rodimus' frame. He'd always liked the simple gestures, the small attentions, little kisses and touches, almost as much as he liked the bigger things. He was a very touchy mech by nature, tending towards a lot of physical contact, especially with those he was most comfortable with or had an optic on. With First Aid, Rodimus was sure he'd be just as touchy, if not more so because the medic reciprocated the touches. "I get that," he replied, keeping his voice soft. He leaned into First Aid a little more, making himself comfortable against the medic. "We don't always believe it when we try to tell ourselves that we've got a handle on things, that we're worth more than what we think. Just telling ourselves isn't enough sometimes. You have to hear it from someone else before it registers. I try to be that someone else for others. Sometimes I'm good at it." He gave First Aid's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad I could help you." Rodimus was a little at a loss when it come to continuing with First Aid. He wasn't used to this - the talking, the hand-holding, the comfort. He'd had several flings over the years, but he could count the ones who stuck around on one hand, either because they didn't care or because he'd refused to let anyone close to him. With First Aid, he didn't want it to be just one more casual fling and he didn't really know what to do. He could probably ask Chromedome how he'd done it with Rewind, but that seemed personal, even for him. Besides, he didn't want to explain why he was asking or hint clue in who he was asking about. Maybe someone else then? He didn't really know who all on the ship was actually in a relationship to ask anyone. Primus, Rodimus couldn't help himself when First Aid spoke about being excited. He gave a grin at the medic, bringing his hand up to catch First Aid's, though he let the other mech's fingers stay at his Autobrand. "I really know how to get a mech excited, don't I?" he teased. He let his grin slip a moment later, furrowing his brow slightly. "I just don't really know what to do to slow it down, you know? I've never...just let things happen at their own pace. I'm all about the rush. But then I'm done and it's over and you deserve better than that." Rodimus had never thought about having an actual relationship before and it surprised him that he was actually thinking of it now. He and First Aid had been casual acquaintances at most, with little more than a few conversations that were mostly about medical supplies and reports, before the conversation in the shuttle bay had turned into kissing and coming here to Rodimus' quarters for more. Now they were talking of taking things slow, wanting more than just one night. He barely listened when it came to Magnus, not wanting to think about the former enforcer at the moment. So he didn't respond to that part of what First Aid said, choosing, instead, to focus on everything else. A smile formed on his lips and he shifted, leaning in and bumping his nose against First Aid's. "Good, 'cause that's what I want you to feel," he murmured before pressing his lips against the other mech's. |
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