rodimushole you're the only account i have notifications on for. i live for your hornyposts and humbly request you write driftrod first time somno...
what a coincidence, i really wanted to write some driftrod somno today too... yay...!
i wonder if drift and rodimus try somno while on the trion together? or maybe they were fooling around together on the trion, and then when the war's over and everything is confusing, they just kinda gravitate to each other for comfort. rodimus brings it up first, in the middle of making out with drift in a cramped bed together, saying he's always wanted to try somnophilia with someone else... he likes jerking off when he's sleepy or using toys while in recharge, but now he wants drift to touch him while he's asleep. use his limp body to get off. that kind of thing. drift kinda balks at this at first. he's too stuck on still being a perfect autobot, and taking advantage of rodimus while he's asleep feels too... not-autobot. even if the thought of it is really turning him on. maybe he's never even considered somno before, but the way rodimus describes it... rodimus promises him over and over that he trusts drift with his life, with his frame, with everything, and he wants this. so they tentatively make arrangements; they'll do it in two days just to have time to think about.
and drift thinks about it. a lot. he's busy helping with repairs, work, all the things that need doing among the sudden peace, but in the back of his processor is the idea of rodimus (who already looks so cute when he's sleeping, with his slack face and twitching spoiler...) warm and asleep and free for drift to touch. meanwhile rodimus is also thinking about it, so excited that he can hardly sleep, which is a little counterintuitive. he spends his free time either seeking drift out to frag or masturbating thinking about the upcoming night...
when the time comes, drift enters their shared room with a little trepidation. he finds that rodimus is already asleep as he creeps up to the berth. he looks so peaceful. he's on his back, his head turned to the side, lips slightly parted. his legs are sprawled out just a bit. drift tries to remember how rodimus assured him that he wants this, he wants drift to feel good, he wants to wake up knowing that drift touched him while he was asleep.
drift crawls up over rodimus so carefully, watching for any sign of disturbed recharge. he hovers over rodimus' sleeping face for a long moment, hesitating, just watching... he nearly jumps out of his plating when rodimus lets out a huff and a cute squeak and then shifts a little in his sleep. and then he's back to breathing softly, his frame making comforting noises of healthy recharge. drift relaxes. he moves forward tentatively, shutters his optics, presses a gentle kiss to rodimus' lips...
it feels really weird to kiss rodimus and not feel him kissing back. his soft lips don't move, he doesn't react. he just lies there as drift kisses him softly. when drift slips his tongue between rodimus' teeth, exploring and tasting him, he doesn't react. when drift pulls back to stare at him, he's just lying there peacefully, still asleep.
that makes drift feel a bit more confident. it helps that rodimus is so beautiful when he's sleeping, and now drift realizes he can just... look at him. propping himself up on the berth so he can let his optics wander all over rodimus' frame, taking his time to stare at every part of him. it feels peaceful. just existing here in their room, in complete silence aside from rodimus' frame quietly humming, dimly lit and warm. he finds himself starting to touch and pet, very carefully... running his hands gently over rodimus' chest, flanks, hips, thighs...
he spreads rodimus' legs and unlatches his panel very carefully, and then he just stares again. when he sees rodimus' valve it's usually when it's dripping lubricants, clenching on nothing, his node twitching above his entrance. now that he's asleep, it isn't visibly aroused. just... cute, drift thinks, as he reaches out and strokes rodimus' inner thighs, his hands framing those soft valve lips. his node isn't erect and glowing like he usually sees it. he spreads the valve open with his fingers gently, appreciating the view.
maybe it's autopilot from every other time he's interfaced with rodimus, but drift finds himself lowering himself to his stomach, leaning in, pressing a kiss to the top of rodimus' valve. slowly licking between his lips and tasting rodimus deeply, petting his thighs and just inhaling the scent of him. it's very different from when he usually eats rodimus out. there's no sound of rodimus moaning, no hands on his head urging him closer, no trying to keep up with rodimus' rocking hips grinding against his face. drift just licks and sucks indulgently at every part of rodimus' pussy, starts slowly fingering him open and enjoying the unconscious clench of his calipers. all the while rodimus doesn't twitch or make any noise besides a couple quiet huffs.
when drift pulls back, after an indeterminate time of getting lost in rodimus' valve, his face is soaked and his view is much more familiar. rodimus' valve is leaking lubricants and his clit is engorged and aroused. the juxtaposition of rodimus' excited valve with his unconscious body makes drift heat up even more, and then he's carefully crawling up over rodimus and letting his aching spike free.
he rubs the head of his spike up against rodimus' entrance and holds back a hiss at the hot wet sensation over his tip... watching rodimus' face for any sign of disturbance as he slowly, slowly pushes inside. sliding in feels like heaven. drift whimpers quietly when he bottoms out, completely swallowed in tight wet heat. his first thrusts are painfully slow, trying not to jostle rodimus, and then he gets bolder and bolder when he sees rodimus not reacting.
hunched over rodimus' frame and then eventually plastered to his front as he humps and grinds into him, drift tries not to pant too loudly into rodimus' audial. he's so, so painfully charged up. fucking rodimus' sleeping body is turning him on so much more than he expected, and it would scare him if he weren't so focused on pumping himself deeper into rodimus' tight pussy. he's whining and grunting behind clenched teeth, hugging rodimus' warm frame close.
rodimus lets out a few soft noises, twitching a little beneath drift. drift just bites his lip and keeps thrusting, he's so close... and then rodimus lets out a confused whine. his valve clenches fitfully around drift's spike. "...dr'ft?" he slurs. his hands come up and hold drift's waist as if on instinct and drift freezes.
"rodimus," he gasps. he pulls back to look and primus, rodimus looks so cute. his optics are dim and bleary and barely focused on him, drool trailing from a corner of his mouth. he lets out another whimper, and drift's hips start moving on their own again.
"drift," rodimus whines. he's starting to pant too, his sleep-weak frame trying to buck up against drift. "ah- fuck, this's so hot..."
a few more thrusts, harsher and harsher until they're jolting rodimus' frame and punching sharp gasps out of him, and then drift whimpers and buries his face in rodimus' neck, grinding deep and spilling his transfluid inside. he feels dizzy. he squeezes rodimus tight, lightheaded and riding out his intense overload.
"drift," rodimus sighs. his voice is faint. he turns his head to the side and presses a clumsy, wet kiss to drift's jaw. "that w's hot. hhh... mm...."
drift pants as he comes down. he can't stop nuzzling against rodimus shakily, letting out little whines with every heave of his frame. it felt so good. he turns and tries to capture rodimus' lips against his own and gets a pathetic excuse for a kiss back. "rodimus?" he pants. rodimus' optics are shuttered again, and he moans quietly against drift's lips.
"...lov' you," rodimus breathes so quietly drift nearly doesn't hear it, and then he's back to breathing softly and lying completely limp underneath him.
"...rodimus?" drift tries again. rodimus lets out a quiet squeak and turns his head to the side, sighing. drift's arms tremble, and he lets himself lie back down on top of rodimus.
his head feels buzzy and sated and his whole frame is relaxed. he can't bring himself to pull out; rodimus' slick, transfluid-filled valve feels too warm, too comforting, so he just... stays there. he follows the call of his frame to recharge, optics dimming and then shuttering as he rests his head on rodimus' shoulder, and then he's out like a light.
they wake up the next morning no longer connected, a mess spilled across the berth and drift's soft spike resting against his thigh. rodimus kisses him silly and thanks him, tells him he can just barely remember waking up and feeling so warm, held down and full and delirious, as if it were a dream... and he'd really like to do it again, if drift liked it too. maybe drift would like to be the one asleep? and drift just nods in embarrassment and kisses him some more.
maybe it becomes their favorite way to wind down... they might have a special flag or sign they can put up to signal that they're down to being fragged in their sleep on any particular night, coming home to each other already asleep and waiting to be used for their partner's pleasure. drifts gets his own hazy, sleepy memories of rodimus panting and moaning on top of him, or sometimes they crash into bed together and fuck until they're passed out, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night and taking the opportunity to take each other's spike or valve... they probably end up falling into a regular schedule of goodnight and good-morning sex, alongside middle-of-the-night sex lol
