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| Pillow Talk [Nsfw]; Closed for Rodimus, see Fixer Upper for context | |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 7 May 2016, 10:16 PM Post #31 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Letting all of Rodimus's words wash over him, First Aid decided the proper reaction was to listen. Listen, give another warm press of his field, and smile against the captain's lips. His spark fluttered, making Aid extremely thankful for once that his gestalt hadn't been in range to question what had him so buzzing with bliss. That was something he hadn't wanted to expose. Aid had aways been a late bloomer, especially with self exploration and this kind of discovery. It would been embarrassing still to try and deal with the feelings knowing he had an audience. And there he was, getting swept right back in. Every brush of Rodimus's servos sent little jolts, smiling at him through his visor. After they parted, First Aid was quick to cup what he could of his cheeks, as Rodimus did have the bulk of those fins obstructing his way. Nuzzling against his nose, another affectionate peck, and just like that Aid went back to hugging the flashy mech. "Look. How about, how about we try this. No labels, no expectations, no predetermined correct or incorrect speeds. That way there's no pressure of how fast or not fast things take us, we can just ride it out. No pressure of what are we, because while I'm confused and scared too I... We don't have to rush. We don't need to assign a label to this until something sounds right." Digits danced through the seams of Rodimus's lower back armor, subtly heating up just his palms as they ghosted with each motion. Tease, perhaps, but it was more to comfort Rodimus than excite him. Not after they just agreed to halt. But speaking of excitement... "Y-yeah, you do too good of a job of exciting me. If I'm being honest. I'm, ah, not used to it. Not bad, not bad at all, I just..." I just never use my equipment. That was the real statement. "I just want you to know that's not why I'm here with you right now. I do hope to get to know more about you, as time goes on. Learn, support..." Aid gently swirled his fingers, making a sweeping motion up over his spoiler once more. That, that was a tease. "... Maybe even be your impulse control from time to time, but most of all I want to be dependable to you." It almost hurt to talk so honestly from his spark. He knew almost nothing about Rodimus, he hadn't always stood out much in general let alone much to warrant attention; it was the complete opposite of what he's known from his feelings for Ambulon. Ambulon... He couldn't even sigh, not at this point, there would be no extinguishing that flame ever. That he was certain, but this was the one time that the mech was he furthest place from the front of his mind, as Aid much rather tweak at Rodimus's crest and pet at his cheek fins than think of what never was and never will be. "If you're okay with the idea, perhaps we should talk about ourselves instead of ask each other such direct questions? It feels more like an interview and far less personal, but by no means am I implying that I don't wish you ask anything of me. I'll answer anything I can to the best of my abilities, so long as you don't mind resting against my frame once more. Admittedly? Your weight is rather comfortable. Even more enjoyable when you hold my hand in yours, pampering me with the sweetest treatment I've received in thousands of years." This wasn't his plan for tonight's course of actions, but Aid could hardly complain at the turn of events. Sure, the interfacing could have been great but quality time was worth far more than that. Especially from Rodimus. |
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| Rodimus | 9 May 2016, 02:46 PM Post #32 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus matched the press of First Aid's field with his own, pushing comfort and relief, delight, want, and affection through his own to the other mech. He really did like this, just kissing and being close to First Aid, not worrying about impressing him or pushing him away. It made him happier to have something more like this, though he wasn't sure what to call it, how to proceed, but he wanted it, wanted First Aid, and anything that came with whatever came about between them. He leaned into First Aid's touch, loving every affectionate gesture, and smiling at the medic. He returned the gestures, kissing over the other mech's exposed face, lips brushing over cheeks usually hidden behind a mask. One hand dropped back to First Aid's hip, the other coming up to slip behind the other mech's helm, finger tips brushing against his neck, stroking softly. "You're okay with that?" Rodimus asked. "Is that what you want, First Aid? No labels or expectations?" He tipped his head against the other mech's helm, giving a quiet hum of content from the heat on his back. That felt so good, easing some tension he'd been feeling for a while and comforting at the same time. His fingers at First Aid's hip circled over the joint slowly, absently. Rodimus just loved touch, always enjoyed contact with other mech, even in the subtle, gentle gestures. Especially the subtle, gentle gestures, actually. A grin crossed his lips again. "I'll have you used to it in no time if we're really going to take this more than one night." He leaned in and let his lips just ghost over First Aid's. "And I know that's not why you're here. If that was all there was to it, you'd have left by now." A quiet gasp escaped him from the teasing touch over his spoiler and he couldn't help the way he trembled from the touch. "Ah, y-you're going to get to know me. Intimately." And, really, Rodimus wanted to know about First Aid, too. How much did he know about the medic? He couldn't really say much, just the few things he'd learned since the shuttle bay and that wasn't exactly a lot. More than he would have known if they hadn't started talking and ended up where they were now. Talking about themselves sounded good, so Rodimus gave a nod to that idea. "Tell me about you, then," he told First Aid. He smiled at the other mech's comment about his weight being comfortable and shifted so he could gently push Aid to lay down and sprawl out over the medic, taking First Aid's hand in his. "You think this is sweet? Just wait. It'll get better." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 9 May 2016, 09:26 PM Post #33 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Rodimus was spoiling him. Primus, did Forst Aid learn fast that he adored to be spoiled. His spark fluttered, a warm pulse through his frame, it was quite the contrast to the aches and pains he'd been feeling. His armor plates fluffed a bit, letting out some trapped heat. This was DEFINATELY something he could get used to, look forwards to, expect at the end of some days. Every day was a bit too unrealistic, especially with being the acting CMO. As much as First Aid would love to be selfish and skip out on responsibilities, it wouldn't look good if they ever did come public. Then again. There was not much to come public about at this point now was there? Now was as good of a time as ever to address this. "I don't mind having no labels, I mean, having an open relationship would be best right? Open relationship, oh Primus, is that even too much? Should we just, I don't know, I just don't like the sound of 'friends with benefits'..." Aid trailed off, but they needed something that would allow them to both be happy. Rodimus seemed to have, not trouble with commitment but trouble with moving forwards. A hard label of 'boyfriend' was something to ease into. "... We can date a bit, figure out if things will work. No serious words, nothing that will make you uncomfortable. I'm a very touchy mech, but I don't think hand holding my patients into comfort will upset you, right? We should probably discuss the pink elephant along with how exclusive-not-exclusive you want this to be. Especially since we, uh, gotta keep hidden." Soaking up those affectionate kisses, it was almost too hard to say the next line. Exvent, a sigh, Aid melted under the gentle touch of servos rubbing his main energon line. Rodimus had such a gentle touch. He was almost surprised. Almost. "My feelings for Ambulon, there, they won't go away. I can't hope to just reset my optics and have four million years worth of pining and love extinguish so fast. But my spark is large, and if you're okay knowing that I can hold a flame for both you and someone I have since, ah, lost, I promise you I'll do anything in my power to make you happy. Maybe I'm asking a little too much, but he's gone. While the feelings linger on my end, it's unrequited. I have so much affection to give, and Rodimus, open or exclusive I want t bestow it upon you." Every gentle touch earned one of his own, heated fingers traced just under the armor plates of Rodimus's back. His digits were small, delicate, brushing up on the wiring that stretched beneath. Rodimus was truly beautiful, and given how touchy First Aid was, it was a paradise to make him feel good. Anything to make him feel good, honestly. Though having Rodimus palm at his hip joints was a pleasure too. There was often a lot of pressure in those points, he was a pretty bulky mech unlike Rodimus who was so slim and eye catching. "Mmmm. I can't wait." The little gasp made First Aid decide to tease just a little further, hips coming up to press his modesty plate into Rodimus. After that he'd back off as far as physical teasing went, not trying to work himself up again. His body would scream at him otherwise, not something he wanted to have an internal battle over. "The best thing about getting to know you intimately is that even if you ever did speak of what we do or anything I say, nobody would ever believe you." His glossa peaked out between his lips briefly, feeding into a cheeky grin that displayed the tooth gap in his denta. "Not that I expect you to brag, but..." His voice lowered to that of a whisper. "Not a single mech on this ship would believe it if you even told them about this little hide away, let alone any nights I begged for you, begged in airy pants for you to spank me, so on and so forth..." Feeling good about his attempt at flirting, confidence spilled into his field. Watching Rodimus with that shit eating grin of his, he was knocked back down to his more modest and shy state as Rodimus stretched and sprawled over him. There was no mistaking the purr of his engine, almost melting beneath Rodimus as their fingers pressed together. Such a weak spark for handholding. "Talk about myself... Alright, I can do that. Well, I'm part of a gestalt, as you know, but it's important to answer any questions you may have about that. But, ah, of us protectobots I'm sort of the baby of the brothers. Hot Spot is our big brother. Sometimes it's scary to feel like, well, we met so suddenly and now we all feel as if we've known each other since coming online. It's nice having four other mech's that have my back, but it also left me with a lot of separation anxiety. Anxiety, a lot of recharge issues and spark pain." One servo remained intertwined with Rodimus's, squeezing lightly while the other rubbed at the tips of gold on his helm. Softly lit optics watched Rodimus's face, what he could see of Rodimus's face anyways, as he spoke. If this wasn't Rodimus's sweetest, Aid wasn't sure even what to imagine. |
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| Rodimus | 11 May 2016, 08:20 PM Post #34 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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"Then we won't call ourselves that." Rodimus didn't particularly think that would be what he'd call this, but friends with benefits was something he might have called another member of the crew, one he was casual friends with; not someone like First Aid, who genuinely cared about him and he could be himself around. "Don't worry about it. You said no labels, so we won't have labels. Kind of makes it easier. We'll think of something later if we decide to." He actually kind of liked the idea of no labels; nothing binding while they explored a potential relationship. If something didn't work out, they didn't have those labels to break free from when they ended the relationship. Labels would make it harder to keep things between them, if one of them slipped a term that gave them away, the jig was up. There would be lectures from Magnus and Megatron for sure about Rodimus being involved with First Aid - which he could handle; he'd just ignore them and go about his business. What he didn't think he could handle was anyone giving First Aid shit for fragging the captain. Better to keep things quiet. A soft smile curled on his lips. "Date? Like go to a bar planetside, dance in a dark club? Sounds good to me." Serious words were something that could come much later, if things worked. He definitely wasn't going to get upset by a little comforting hand-holding with patients; Aid was a medic and medics did little things like that. At the mention of exclusivity, Rodimus hesitated slightly. He'd never really been much of an exclusive mech; sometimes he went back to an old partner, sometimes stayed with them for a bit, but for the most part, he'd never thought about actually being with only one other mech for an extended period of time. "If you want to be exclusive, I'll give it a shot. I don't exactly have a great track record, but I'd put the effort into it." He kept his fingers moving slowly, circling gently over First Aid's neck and hip, since the medic liked that. He filed that away with other things he'd learned about the touches First Aid liked. He'd learn more as they continued seeing each other and use that knowledge to make the other mech relax and feel good. "You love him, Aid. You don't let go of feelings like that easily, even though he's gone." Rodimus sort of understood that. He hadn't had four million years to let his own feelings grow, but he understood feelings that wouldn't go away. "I get it. Don't try to push those feelings away just because of me or anything like that. I'm happy if you want to give me some of that affection." He shivered from the touch of First Aid's heated fingers, leaning in, tucking his head in and pressing a few soft open-mouthed kisses against First Aid's throat. "As long as I can return it." A groan escaped Rodimus as First Aid's plate pressed against his and he exvented shakily against the other mech's neck. He lifted his head to look at the other mech and immediately felt his faceplates warm when First Aid spoke of begging and spanking with that really fraggin' cute gap-toothed grin. "Primus, Aid! You're full of surprises, you know that? I don't need them to believe me, I can keep your little kinks all to myself." He settled down against First Aid as he tried to collect himself from the surprise of hearing First Aid talk like that - he really hadn't expected it, but now that he'd heard it, he liked the idea of having the other mech beg for him. Another time. Right now, he was content to lay on top of him and listen to him talk. Rodimus actually liked it when others talked to him; really talked, not just half-hearting a conversation until they got what they wanted from him or vice versa. "How did you end up part of the gestalt, though? I don't really understand how that works. Combiner tech's not something I've looked into much." He let his thumb absently smooth over First Aid's as he leaned into the touch to his helm, letting himself relax against the other mech. "Maybe I can help with the recharge issues, at least." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 11 May 2016, 10:42 PM Post #35 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"My idea for a date was a little difference. More... More cuddling up and watching a holo vid, or having a planet side picnic. Not opposed to your idea though. Not by a long shot. It actually, like actually, sounds fun. Kind of more exciting than my usual speed." No labels was good and bad, but First Aid had been the one to suggest it after all. He wasn't having any regrets, it was just... New. Nobody had ever wanted to be anything with him, or well, nobody had been anything with him. Wanted was such a strong word, especially when his track record was riddled with self sabotage. He'd make sure this wasn't the next peg on the self sabotage ladder. "Ideally I'd like to establish more. Maybe not, uh, exclusive but more of an open relationship. If things continue to go well I mean. I'm plenty thankful that you're understanding to how I feel, I know Ambulon is dead but it makes me wonder what could have been a lot. Nows not the time to dwell on the sad, maybe next time. But, really, it would be nice to think of myself as your boyfriend one day. Not just your CMO or... Or shareware." He hated that term, intensely so. But it was a fear of his that was what the crew would see him for. Not because of Rodimus, but his behavior in general. Still, this was no time to get insecure. It was hard to feel insecure with Rodimus kissing at his neck. "I didn't mean exclusive, I, uh, I just more meant an open relationship. I coulda phrased that better if, mmmm, you weren't distracting me... Don't stop though, now that I've opened my mouth. But if you end up liking me for more than this night, I'd like to maybe think about being in an open relationship with you. Even if we never become exclusive. That's quite alright with me so long as we keep an honesty policy." Honesty as in not leading Aid on of feelings were to change. Laughing at how easy it was to make Rodimus flustered, First Aid immediately coveted his face with his own hands as he pushed into a giggle fit. Too easy, too easy. He'd have to keep that in mind for later. After a few well needed sighs, First Aid calmed down, kissing sweetly over his warmed heated cheeks. "That's hardly anything, really. I'm sure I'll keep you on your toes. Though like I said, nobody will believe you. Though, admittedly I can talk a bigger game than I can act. I might sound all cool and confident but when or if things were to actually happen if be a hot mess." Together they got back into comfy spots, Aid content to rub the back parts of Rodimus's cheek fins. They were just so endearing, he loved it. Those happy blue optics, golden crest, Aid was falling fast and hard. "Oh, uh, Starscream used the Enigma on us protectobots you selected for the mission with Mirage. Wrong place at the right time. There were five of us, and they needed a new combined to take down prowl. Well. Superion was supposed to take down Devastator. But they couldn't for one reason or another. It's, we didn't get to do a lot of talking with the Aerial bots. They apparently don't separate much at all. But that's not all too uncommon..." Aid paused, nuzzling into Rodimus's cheek. "We were practically strangers, you know. And now it's like the five of us have always been brothers. It's nice to have that bond when we are together. To feel how the other feels. It's nice to have that support, to have four mechs sending their regards through the bond. But it can get embarrassing at times, or invasive. We didn't get too much of a chance to explore it. I got separated earlier than the rest to come back here after all." "But yeah, recharging comes better when there's more bodies near. It's not the same as having groove across my legs or Hot Spot sprawled close while blades tries to cuddle close, but any contact is better than no contact. But your contact is the best." |
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| Rodimus | 13 May 2016, 11:07 PM Post #36 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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"Tell you what, since those sound good too, we'll alternate what kind of date we go on, okay?" Rodimus had never really gone on many dates that weren't racing and drinking, dancing and more. "A movie night just the two of us sometime, then I take you dancing another time." Rodimus sat up a little, looking First Aid in the optics with a slight frown. "Shareware...? Aid, I would never call you that and I don't want you or anyone else thinking that's what you are to me." Just the thought of anyone throwing the term around made his fuel churn. He didn't particularly care what anyone called him, but he didn't want anyone degrading First Aid. "If anyone calls you that, you tell me, okay?" He leaned in and kept kissing at First Aid's neck for a moment while the medic spoke about what he wanted. "So we see each other, keep it quiet, know that right now we're not the first for each other, but we're okay with it? As long as we're honest about it and, if things get serious, we think about labels?" He lifted his head against when the other mech started giggling. A pout tugged at Rodimus' lower lip as First Aid laughed, but he wasn't actually upset. On the contrary, Aid's laughter quickly had the pout morphing into a grin and Rodimus was returning the kisses. "I like hearing you laugh," he told the medic. "Even if it's because you threw me off guard." Rodimus let one hand smooth over First Aid's torso, fingers following the angles of the other mech's frame. "Can't wait to turn you into a hot mess." Settling back against First Aid, Rodimus continued to let his hand absently move over the other mech, leaning into Aid's hands, loving how such a simple gesture as the medic's hands at his fins could make him feel so good. He was already so comfortable and content with First Aid, it might have scared him if he wasn't enjoying himself and these little gestures from the other mech. A quiet sigh of pleasure escaped him as he laid against the other mech. "Wait, you can feel things through a bond?" Rodimus asked. "Like...would the other feel it when I'm making you overload?" Not the most important thing for Rodimus to focus on, but it wasn't as if the important things didn't register with him. He just latched onto other things more. "So if my contact is best, maybe we'll have to stay like this for a while." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 14 May 2016, 06:51 AM Post #37 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"Let's not make a schedule out of who chooses dates. I think you're a little more spontaneous than to wanna pencil me in for every Friday at 6pm." He tapped their helms, letting their noses nuzzle before another peck to his lips. "That's my thing to wanna schedule dates. But, please, if the medbay is quiet you're more than welcome to come and visit. I know nobody voluntarily goes to the medbay other than myself, but... It would be nice to have your company." The next bit had his mood falter slightly, pressing his mouth to rodimus's cheek as he spoke. Definitely muffled the words, but still, it was a comfort. "I, I just get really scared. I'm not loose, I'm really not. I just know it's fodder for gossip to hear how quick I dropped to my knees for Springer and I don't want you to get that same kind of gossip." He spoke softly, really troubled by the thoughts of others. Even though neither of them had done anything wrong, it was just harder with First Aid being a medic. During Delphi his Pharma had spread many rumors about him, petty attempt to make him turn on Ambulon, but none hurt as bad as the rumors about false relations. Those ones were harder to clear your name on, especially in a building of sick bots that were bored outta their processors and more than excited to brag. "I mean... yeah. I really just... Want a nice dating period. If things feel right we can step up together. But, if it's alright with you, might I be able to start coming here more regularly? Recharging besides you is a habit id like to get into. It would be suspicious for me to leave the medbay every night after being so adamant about not using my own habsuite, but every few nights or so?" Pampering Rodimus was quickly going to become a new hobby. Buffing out his dents and scratches, detailing his paint job, it's all thoughts that made Aid smile cheek to cheek, a loving glow present in his field. Hands fluttered, one curling from behind a cheek fin to cup the back of his helm, the other up to tweak and rub at the golden tips of his crest. There was no hunger or need as he pressed in for yet another lengthy kiss, thumbs at work circling for any spots that could make the prime purr in his hands. It was a new personal goal to find every inch of metal on his body that would have him relaxed and purring. Even after they parted, Aid grinned against his cheek plates at the complement to his laugh, leaving some wet kisses before pulling back. "You already had me a mess earlier tonight, and you weren't even trying all too hard. My body's a little peeved at me for hitting the breaks on that one, but I'm happy to spend time like this. Even if I get a bit of a rise out of catching you off guard." Glossa peaked out from his lips, curling upwards. Humming in satisfaction, hands back at it again with rubbing behind his fins. As Rodimus palmed over his chest and those open vents, Aid teasingly let a little hot air puff out over the others hands. Audios drank up that pleased sigh, matching with one of his own as Rodimus let more weight rest on him. There was just something so comfortable and safe about being underneath the other. Aaaand there it was, one of the two golden questions. It was always 'can you feel when one of you pees' or 'can you feel each other interface/overload'. Had any of his brother been answering him, Aid might have thought to have a bet to see which Rodimus might ask. But it was an honest question, with a more than honest answer. "Well, you don't feel things physically through the bond. So like, if you were to punch me they wouldn't feel the physical impact but the feelings of hurt that come along with being punched. Same is to say about kissing. They wouldn't feel the physical touches, but they would be able to feel any emotions that tag along. So be it a sense of comfort and happiness, or being revved up; I have an audience of four. Well. Unless I close off my part of the bond." More often than not, Aid closed his bond frequently. Mostly so the others wouldn't feel his sorrow and pain. They'd all been worried and contacted him the first few times he dropped out of sync and kept to himself. It was more of a usual practice than he'd like to admit. "So, to answer your question, they'd know. They wouldn't experience one themselves, at least I'd never been told. Usually of one of us slips up there's a flood of notifications and comm requests and like. Panicked yelling for you to close off your share of the bond. Typically I try to be considerate, but sometimes I get petty and will leave it open." At least Rodimus was taking interest with him and how his gestalt works. It was Rodimus's own way of getting answers and learning. "S-so earlier, had they been in range, I'd of had maybe close to thirty comm messages screaming at me to close my share of the bond. From before. I didn't think to turn it off with how they're not in range. But it wouldn't be the first, won't be the last. Some times are just more accidental than others." Adjusting a leg slightly so it was no longer at risk of falling off the berth, Aid couldn't help but try and reach out. This time it was conscious, his spark giving a pulse. As expected, nothing drew back in. It was with a shot. Instead of sulking, the medic's arms tugged close around Rodimus to nearly cradle him with a comforting hug, smooching the top of his helm. It was strange to think Rodimus was essentially a powerful political figure, owning this ship and calling the shots. That's what made things hard, the need to play things secretively. |
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| Rodimus | 16 May 2016, 06:54 PM Post #38 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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"Spontaneous is my middle name," Rodimus noted, giving a soft smile from the way First Aid nuzzled their noses together. He really could get used to these little affectionate gestures. He'd always craved attention, hence the flash paintjob and sleek frame. Sometimes the attention he caught wasn't the healthiest or even really wanted, but Rodimus still thrived on it. With First Aid, he wanted all this attention. "I'll drop by whenever I can. Don't want you getting bored or anything." The slight frown was back on Rodimus' lips a moment later. "I don't care if they gossip about me. They already do. I don't want them calling you things you're not. I know you're not loose." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against First Aid's lips. Yeah, he was going to be kissing the other mech a lot - didn't matter if First Aid had his facemask on or not, Rodimus planned to do a lot of kissing. "Just let me know if someone starts any gossip about you. I'll make sure it stops." The idea of having First Aid come to his quarters every few nights sounded really nice, actually, Rodimus decided. Neither of them would have to recharge alone. For someone like Rodimus, who craved attention and contact, recharging with another person with him had always been preferable to recharging alone. "Yeah, I'd like that. I'll give you the code to my door so you can come in any time. I mean, you have the medic override, but you don't want to alert the medibay every time you want to visit me." Rodimus leaned into the kiss from the other mech, shifting his body up over First Aid's as he returned the kiss. He loved the way First Aid's hands were so gentle on his helm, calming and comforting. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually been this relaxed. Rodimus would have to spend some time learning exactly how to get First Aid this relaxed in turn. His hands kept exploring First Aid's body as they kissed and, when they broke apart, he was matching the other mech's grin. "That just means when I'm actually trying, it's gonna be even better, yeah?" Rodimus let one finger trace around the vent after First Aid let out that puff of hot air. His hips shifted, grinding teasingly for just a moment before settling back against the other mech. "We'll see who gets a rise out of who." As First Aid answered his admittedly direct and less-than-eloquent question, Rodimus sprawled out over the medic, bringing his wandering hands up and tucking them under his chin as he laid over First Aid. He supposed it made sense that the other combiners wouldn't feel every little thing, no echoes of physical touches or anything like that, but the idea of the bond allowing the others to feel it when First Aid was revved up was almost amusing to think about; he wondered how jealous the others would be if they felt First Aid having a hard overload. Maybe they'd have to find out at some point, when First Aid was in one of those petty moods. "Out of curiosity...if they feel you having a great time with me, they're going to want to know who's banging their cute brother, right? What are you going to tell them?" |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 17 May 2016, 07:09 AM Post #39 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"Is spontaneous your middle name? I will have to keep note of that, this way for your next birthday I can write it on your cake." All smart ass comments aside, Aid felt his spark flutter at the promise of visits at work. Pushing up on the berth with one palm, it gave the medic the leverage he needed to kiss across all the pointy pieces of Rodimus's helm. Each golden tip onwards to the middle peak, only to let himself slouch back down to where he was lying and smile against Rodimus's cheek. "I'm very excited to get your visits at work, I know you can't sneak off too often without raising suspicion but... It'll be a nice surprise when you do show up." Letting that next bit of conversation fade into silence, First Aid simply adjusted himself into fully hugging Rodimus, legs wrapping around him as well. There was a bit of sadness, just the thought of either of them being slandered hurt, but it was inevitable with how much gossip happened on a daily basis. Aid would nip it in the aft at the first sound of anything mea towards Rodimus, but he wasn't sure he could do the same when it came for hinself. Protecting others was easier than protecting himself. "Yeah, having your personal code would be easier than filling out all the reports as to why I keep using my emergency access code to get into your room. I really don't want to face Lottie or Magnus with that, at least not right now. Not embarrassed to be here, it's just not their business is all. Just, just prepare to find me I here sleeping while I wait for you. I give full permission to wake me up." It would be fun to stop by and surprise Rodimus with little gifts and visits. Aid was no fool, he knew himself too well, by that meaning he knew that if he were to lie out on rodimus's berth while he waited there was a large chance for him to fall into recharge. It was just too comfy, as he was learning right now, comfier than the medbay berths. Matching Rodimus, Aid too shifted into optimal kissing position. His helm tilted just right, accompanied by loving pats to Rodimus's back. It was such a warm sensation, nothing desperate and fiery, but just perfect in its own way. Smiling against the others lips, Aid made sure not to change the mood by avoiding making contact with Rodimus's spoiler. No, no. This kiss was pure comfort, getting Aid to blush brightly. Still, he whined when Rodimus pulled back, not wanting it to stop. There was another request on his HUD, quickly denying it. Again it popped back up, repeating his previous choice. And again as Rodimus traced over his vents, and a fourth time as Rodimus's hips made contact so sweetly. Each time he answered the requests the same, only now he was pressing back against those hips, a groan drawn out as modesty plates pushed too comfortably against each other. Hot air blew out over Rodimus's fingers, followed by Aid swallowing thickly. "Y-you're going to make it open again if you don't stop teasing me..." Embarrassment filled his face, at least his fans had yet to click on. He was still pretty sensitive from earlier, despite hosing himself down. It was hard to fully come to a halt, not when it's been years since he's had this kind of contact. The humiliation of being so easily revved only made it harder to cool down, essentially pouring gasoline onto the fire. Maybe it works stroke rodimus's ego. Small pout on his lips, it was time to answer this new questions Rodimus had asked. It was hard and tricky, not sure ho to answer. "Well it's going to be hard to hide in general. They'll know every time I get that dreamy feeling, even if I end up daydreaming they'll be pestering me who I have a crush on. Any blissful holding hands, any comforting kisses, they'll know something is up. It's not until you get me all, ah.. Aaaah.. Hot and bothered like this will they know it's not me just being sappy. I suppose I could lie, admit to self servicing... I don't know if they'll buy it though. I'm glad they're not here now, they'd be yelling at me through the bond, I'm sure of it. I'm sure Blades would make some crude comment to 'hurry up already' or something." The last thing he'd want is one of them offering to assist. They weren't twins or of the same spark, but it would still be uncomfortable for aid. Especially with the fact they were pushed into brotherhood before really getting to know each other. "I'm not saying I'll leave it open each time, or much at all, but the thrill of having an audience or possibly getting caught always... Always helps." He coughed that last bit, face heated as can be at the minor confession. It was dirty and sinful, but there was something about getting away without getting caught that was in a lot of his daydreams of this nature. He didn't want to assume that Rodimus would feel the same, even if it was likely that he would at the least understand. |
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| Rodimus | 18 May 2016, 09:47 PM Post #40 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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Rodimus laughed and tucked his head against First Aid's shoulder. "You are definitely going to spoil me." He gave a soft hum of content as First Aid's lips moved over his helm, the little kisses making his spark pulse warmly. Rodimus let himself relax, EM field buzzing softly with a happiness that he hadn't felt in a long time. "I can sneak off whenever I want. Benefits of being the captain, I don't report to anyone." Not entirely true, but close enough. "Yeeeeah, let's not have them ask about emergency access to the captain's quarters." Rodimus especially didn't want Magnus questioning about it, finding out about him and First Aid, and then lecturing him about appropriate conduct. His feelings for Magnus aside, he didn't want to deal with the lecture and he didn't want First Aid to end up humiliated if they were found out on terms that weren't their own. "I'll give you the codes before you leave here. Not like you're going anywhere with me on top of you, right?" He gave a slight smirk. "And what if sometimes I don't want to wake you because you wouldn't recharge otherwise?" Medics, in Rodimus' experience, never recharged enough. First Aid didn't seem to be an exception. He doubted that he'd wake First Aid as often as simply joining the other mech on the berth. Being curled up with First Aid for recharge sounded like a great way to end a long day of tireless reports, progress checks, and various ship-running tasks. Rodimus couldn't help the smile on his lips as First Aid blushed from the kiss. Primus, how was one bot so cute? It was a good thing the medic wore his face mask most of the time; if First Aid's face was visible more often, Rodimus would have so little control, always wanting to kiss the other mech. A lot like he did now. He indulged in another kiss, keeping it light and teasingly brief, capturing the groan that escaped First Aid as their hips pushed together. "Would that be so terrible?" he asked, voice low against First Aid's lips. Earlier, he'd stopped things, unsure of what would happen after, wondering if he'd end up doing the same thing he always did and pushing First Aid away. Now he was more certain that wouldn't be the case. "I wanna make you feel good, Aid. I want to make your systems go crazy and bring you to overload." It wasn't like the other Protectobots would feel it, as far away as they were right now. Rodimus wasn't worried about any brothers coming to interrupt or anything of the sort. They wouldn't feel it to yell through the bond, as First Aid put it. Rodimus let his fingers tease absently at the other mech's vents again, wondering what other ways he could tease him. "Maybe some other time we'll play around with maybe being caught. It's just us right now." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 19 May 2016, 07:49 PM Post #41 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"Even if you don't report to anyone, you can't sneak off all the time. I won't let you, but now and then is fine. Fine in my books anyways." He was going all out with the sugar sweet touches. Little rubs between fin and crest, pecks over every part of Rodimus's helm. It made the medic wonder just how strong their fields were at that moment, pressed and meshing with such powerful feelings of happiness and bliss. Had anyone else been in the range of their fields, there was no doubting how overwhelming it would feel. Aid was almost curious as to how powerful. Thankfully, nobody was around to feel it. Nobody could, not so far off on the ship. Had they chosen the medbay, well, that was closer to the center of the ship. Something to keep in mind should the situation arise. With that being said, he continued to push and press against Rodimus's field, leaking with warmth and love. "Agreed. I really don't want Lottie getting suspicious of my visits. She's already going to get suspicious if you willingly show up for a physical." Another kiss to his cheek, hands relocating to that golden chest. It was time to brush and pamper over large shoulders and that autobot brand. Especially over Rodimus's brand. Fingers careful and delicate, rubbing in circles. "But, no, Rodimus... Promise you'll wake me even if it's just to tell me to go back to recharge... I'll behave, some of the time anyways, recharging just is so much better when you're aware someone is besides you." All this warm talk called for a hug, and First Aid was more than happy to wrap his arms around Rodimus's middle. He was smaller than the speedster, making him a good height for Rodimus to rest a chin on his helm or shoulder depending where Aid was positioned. Any thoughts of future conversation was put on hold as another round of kisses was in order. The more Aid tried to deepen each kiss, the more Rodimus would tease, keeping everything light and brief. Still smiling cheek to cheek with a toothy grin, the heat cycling out of his vents couldn't compare to the warmth in his optics. Rodimus kept teasing, talking, it was driving him nuts in the best way possible. Never had he felt so, so driven crazy and he loved every second. First Aid couldn't place what exactly was different, but he wasn't questioning it either. Maybe Rodimus was feeling more confident, more comfortable, it didn't matter which. That low voice teased him to his core, his fans clicking back on to help his frame counter the heat. It only took a few more grinding presses before his panel clicked open. To Aid the noise was deafening, when in reality it was about as loud as closing a door. Trapped solvent leaked between his thighs, as his previous attempt to cool off with the spray had been rushed and far from thorough. While his spike hadn't pressurized, nor did it show any sign of making an appearance, valve lips were sore and slick from all the teasing and repression. Aid knew he could be a bit easy to excite, but never had he been teased for so long in one sitting before. Previous flings were non existent to straight to the point, more often than not he was on the end giving his love rather than receiving as well. Dropping to his knees before ever parting his thighs. It was a first, possibly a first of many. Breathing hitched as first instinct was to cover himself with his hands. A pity attempt to hide. Thankfully he'd caught himself mid motion, hands starting to move down only to make it half way to his exposed array before finding new resting spots on that golden spoiler. Lip bit hard, optics cast to the side, fingers danced all over the golden plating. Oh how he wanted to massage each and every inch, track his fingers through every seam, over every light glowing on his frame. It was mouthwatering, the press of their hips, well aware that he was leaving wet smudges with every press. Kisses of a different kind. It would be hard to cool down for a second time if Rodimus were to change his mind. There would be no anger, of course, he could change his mind at any point and First Aid would respect it. He just wasn't sure he could keep up their previous cuddling while his frame was running so hot. He'd give Rodimus double the wet kisses, had he been able to make contact with his mouth. Instead he whined softly, field flush with embarrassment. All it took was that low voice and persistent grinding to make his panel pop right open and his mouth water. Embarrassing. "Rodimus, ah, I'm sorry...!" |
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| Rodimus | 20 May 2016, 02:51 PM Post #42 |
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watch me burn; bright, brighter, brightest
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"Define 'now and then'," Rodimus murmured, pressing his own kisses against First Aid's shoulder and neck, trailing over his jaw. Between the warmth of the mech beneath him and the comforting feel of their EM fields, he didn't want to move from his perch over First Aid. He paused his kisses for a moment to just take in every ministration from the other mech, optics shuttering as his engine purred lowly. "I'm gonna want to sneak off to see you a lot, just saying." His spark pulsed from the push against his field and again as First Aid's fingers moved over his brand, the red sigil right over his spark. He wondered briefly if First Aid could feel the energy and warmth his spark was giving off from every pleasant feeling coursing through Rodimus with every touch and kiss. "I don't think she'll be too worried. Curious, maybe, but she's good with secrets." Rodimus wasn't saying that he wanted Velocity finding out any time soon, but he was sure that, if she did find out, she'd keep quiet about it. Focusing again on First Aid, Rodimus leaned in and bumped their noses together. "Alright, I promise to wake you. Though if you're deep in recharge, you can't get mad at me if I can't wake you." Rodimus couldn't help the teasing and playfully light kisses, grinning at First Aid between the kisses. He brought his hands back down, traveling lower over the other mech's body, dipping between panels of outer armor, tracing over the wheels at First Aid's sides, circling the joints at his hips. He heard the medic's fans click on and kept his hands and hips teasing until he heard Aid's panel open. The solvent leaking from the other mech was warm against Rodimus' hips and, Primus, he didn't care about the mess; the washracks were right there when they wanted to clean up. First Aid's hands were on his spoiler again and Rodimus gave a low groan in response to the touches, biting his lip as he arched into the other mech's hands. His spoiler was sensitive to begin with, but as he grew more aroused, he grew more receptive to touch. Drawing in a forcibly steady intake, Rodimus gave a shake of his head at the apology from First Aid. "Don't," he murmured. He shifted, lowering himself down to bring his lips to First Aid's body, kissing a trail down the other mech's torso. "Don't apologize. Just let me make you feel good, okay? I want to." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 22 May 2016, 06:36 AM Post #43 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"N-Now and then..." There was a bit of a shake to his voice, interjected by a soft moan as his neck and jaw were teased. Rodimus had such soft, soft lips. Or maybe he was being extra careful with Aid in general. Either way. First Aid was far from complaining. "... Enough that Megatron doesn't notice... Haaa..." Exventing hard, his plating began to puff a little further. There was a hiss as trapped heat and steam rushed for freedom, most certainly coating the other with the wet warmth. But Rodimus liked warm things, it should only excite him further, Aid reasoned. He didn't want to think about Lottie right now, not while Rodimus was touching every inch of his frame. Chest vents, side seams, tire rims; each gentle brush and touch of those yellow fingers made him putty in his hands. Especially as he toyed with his hip and waist. His figure was far less curvy than rodimus, but he still had a nice waist curve of his own. All of the heavy petting and Rodimus's exploration quickly made him learn that his hips and waist were but two of the golden sweet spots. Thankfully, Rodimus had no problem getting his fingers in the seams. His own palms were heated as high Ashe felt was safe, keeping in mind that Rodimus had mentioned spontaneously combusting before. First Aid really did not want to make a medbay entrance with full body burns, not to imagine how fire to his interface array would probably cause to repair it. But still he massaged those goldsn spoilers, fingers dancing over their surface until they fell out of reach. Giving a puzzled look, it was soon replaced as he felt Rodimus's mouth lower on his chest. O-oh. He found a new home for his hands, rubbing along the bulk of Rodimus's shoulders. Every kiss had him twisting, soft 'ah's ' and 'oh's ' unrestrained from his lips. The static was starting to pick up, but it was hard to focus on that when he could feel his valve give a needy clench, only to leak out trapped fluid as he relaxed. Sure, he'd gotten aroused before, but never had he felt this slick. He couldn't tell if it was just Rodimus actually taking care of his needs, where as he had always been the one in that position prior to this point, or maybe just from not having all that much use of that area in general had kept him repressed. He liked to think it was the first one. "A-ah, Rodimus... Rodimus, Rodimus Rodimus ! I, I want to make you feel this good too...!" First Aid swallowed thickly, hands at work rubbing over what he could reach. He was half in mind to just expose his spark right here and now, an ultimate sign of trust to the other. The only hesitation being with how Rodimus seemed unsure about the future. Next time, there would be a next time. There was no way Aid was letting this be a one time thing. His frame had never felt like this before, heat escaping through every crevice. Mouth hung open, a silly look for Aid especially as a thin line of drool slipped over his chin, but optics remained dimmed but still glued on Rodimus. He'd be a fool to shutter them and not watch how beautiful Rodimus looked. |
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