Transformers Kinktober
My first time actually writing smut, but alas here I go. Hopefully I'll actually pull through Kinktober
Day 1 - Knifeplay - Breakdown/Knock Out
It wasn't often that Knock Out allowed this, so Breakdown was already excited long before they actually started. The anticipation building throughout the cycle leading up to their planned evening was sure to heighten the arousal once they started, as they had learned from previous plans. Still, his wide smile as he finished his shift and entered their shared quarters always surprised Knock Out with how open in Breakdowns delight it was.
For once, the medic had been done with his work earlier than Breakdown and thus was already in their shared habsuit. As Breakdown entered, Knock Out looked up from his datapad and a sly smile settled on his face upon spotting his conjux's eager smile.
"I see you're eager to get started.", he mused as he put the datapad he had been reading down onto the berthside table and leveled the warrior with a seductive look. Reaching out towards the other mech, he motioned him to move closer lazily. The big mech didn't hesitate and walked over to his lover. With big steps, he crossed the space between them and, once within reach, leaned down to press a quick kiss to Knock Out's lips.
Not lingering long, he straightened up once more and grinned down at his partner. "Of course I am. Don't get to do this often. " Crouching down next to the berth, Breakdown pulled open the drawer of their berthside table and, after a moment of rummaging through its contents, pulled out an energon blade roughly the size of his palm.
Giving it a small twirl and taking a moment to inspect the blade for any damage, satisfied with the result, he straightened up again and returned his focus to the cherry medic.
Knock Out was watching Breakdown, or rather the blade, like a hawk, and once the inspection of the blade was finished moved to make room for the bigger mech on the berth too. Breakdown sat down on the berth, deeming the space big enough for him. There was a short moment of shuffling as both mechs got into comfortable positions, before they finally were both comfortable.
Settled against the headboard and Knock Out straddling his lap, Breakdown captured Knock Out's lips in another kiss. This one was deeper and more passionate, almost distracting enough for him to miss the quiet click of a panel opening. However, the noise, combined with the sudden wetness on his thigh, was more than enough to alert him.
Breaking the kiss slowly, Breakdown looked down. The sight caused his vent to briefly pause before restarting, accompanied by his cooling fans. Taking Knock Outs' faceplate into his free servo, he gave him a deep kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only eager one. Primus Knock Out, you're too good to me." Letting go of the others faceplate, he trailed his servo over glossy red plating until he reached his goal.
A low moan left Knock Out as a big digit moved between his folds and shallowly dipped into his entrance, stimulating the nodes around the opening in a teasing manner. Not even a klik later, another louder moan left the medic as his conjux started to message his anterior node in gentle circle's. The gentle administrations caused him to gradually increase his charge, but he already knew that it wasn't enough to bring him to overload. Grinding his array against the digits as best as he could, Knock Out missed the other servo moving until suddenly a sharp but mild pain made him clench. The sudden feeling ramped up his charge another notch, and he keened in need.
The digits on his array sped up and every other thrust, a sharp nick of the blade on his thigh or waist made him clench around the digit inside him, resulting in increasingly desperate moans.
Suddenly, his lips were once more claimed by his conjunx in a passionate kiss. With Glossas intertwining, Breakdown swallowed the desperate noise down hungrily. As the bigger mech began to pull back, Knock Out surged forward, desperate to keep kissing, but in the end, they parted. It was then, with a glimpse of a smirk as his only warning, that the digits in his valve pushed in deeper. Simultaneously, the gentle circle around his anterior node was replaced with a steady push onto it and, with a loud moan and the feeling of pain-pleasure of another cut, he overloaded.
Once his processor registered his surroundings again, he chuckled at the feeling of a very familiar pressure against his aft. Blinking up at his conjux, he leaned forward and murmured into his audial: "Your turn, big mech." before grinding back against the hard spike.
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