Heatwave’s Naughty Corner

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    After a particularly hard day, it's obvious Heatwave needs some special attention and reassurance. Rodimus takes them to bed and gives them long, emotionally gratifying comfort sex.

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Heatwave fucks High Tide in front of a mirror and makes them watch as Heatwave takes them. Bonus points if High Tide has a hard time looking and Heatwave grabs them by the hair or face to make sure they see themselves getting railed.

It took some convincing, but Heatwave got High Tide to use the Minimizer on himself a second time just so they could have some more fun like the other time. That the sailor didn’t mind, he liked whenever his sparkmate took control and topped him. But of course Heatwave would have a better idea on his mind.

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High Tide’s gaze shifted from the datapad in his hold to stare at the mech now seated in one of his thighs, optic ridge shooting up with a bit of a chuckle. It did made him a bit flustered, double points for that!

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"Heatwave... Primus..!"

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"Frag.."

Heatwave positioned himself between his sparkmate’s thighs and knelt on the floor. Leaning forward, he swiped his glossa between swollen valve lips.

“Mm, forgot just how good you taste~” Silver digits came up to spread that deep blue valve wide as the firebot plunged his glossa deeper, twisting and curling to find the most sensitive node clusters hidden within.

“And I nearly forgot how good yer glossa feels... Ngh!” He nearly bucked his hips when Heatwave sank his glossa in, legs visibly shaking a bit as puffs of steam emerged from his intake.

Vents hitched at the attention given to his spike, holding onto the sheets while trying to keep himself stable to appreciate the view between his legs with a shaky moan.

“You buffed out my bite marks from the last time...” The firebot leaned in and nipped at the dark plating, making sure he could feel that slight give beneath his dentia.

High Tide lowered his helm with rumble coming out of him from the praises, gritting his dentae every time he hit a different node cluster combined with the tightness around his spike. Quickly replacing his servos with a wrapped tail around Heatwave’s waist, he leaned foward to rest both servos by his sides on the desk, quietly grunting as his spike went deeper.

Feeling that tail coil around his waist, or any part of his anatomy for that matter, did things to him. Heatwave groaned, clenching his valve to keep High Tide as deep as possible for as long as possible.

“That’s because… I want you to stay inside me~”

He could swear the desk trim was furrowing beneath his clutching digits as that massive spike worked even deeper.

“Take it easy, Beautiful. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry~” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of Blades’s helm. “I always do, don’t I?”

Blades whimpers low when he's stopped, looking over his shoulder at Heatwave with a heated gaze. Blades hums at the little kiss to his audial, " Y-Yeah, you do. Oh, Heatwave I need you so much~ " he continues to whine and whimper. he really did need the firebot fragging him, like yesterday.

when Heatwave thrust into him, Blades gasped and moaned, servos gripping at the berth as he's pushed forward into it. the drag of his spike in his valve has him venting rather ragged, plates flaring to the max to vent the quickly building heat in his frame. steam escaped his intake with every vent, already really riled up despite the fact they'd just started.

" Ah-! Y-You do! " he cries out as Heatwave thrusts into him again, " You belong in me, filling me up~ " he sighs, before gasping at the touch to his spike. he's biting his lip plate again, bucking into the firebot's touch as his thrusts became faster. his rotos shiver and tremble,

Though the firebot was used to working in overheated environments, his fans were working hard to expel his built up internal heat. He squeezed his beloved’s hips tightly in his servos and leaned forward to murmur praise and dirty talk against an orange audial fin as he finally allowed himself to let go of restraint.

“Why d’you think I sent pictures in the first place?”

He came closer and settled onto High Tide’s thigh. “I figured you’d get lonely without me~” Pulling the mech’s helm forward for a heated kiss, the firebot let a servo drop to stroke the proudly erect spike.

“But now… I’m here and you’re here…” He gave those steamy lipplates one final peck before lifting lubricant coated digits to his intake and gently licking them clean.

Heatwave positioned himself between his sparkmate’s thighs and knelt on the floor. Leaning forward, he swiped his glossa between swollen valve lips.

“Mm, forgot just how good you taste~” Silver digits came up to spread that deep blue valve wide as the firebot plunged his glossa deeper, twisting and curling to find the most sensitive node clusters hidden within.

Television forgotten, they’d stumbled into Heatwave’s hab amid heated kisses and wandering servos. Once securely behind a locked door, panels had transformed away and touches had become far more intimate.

Now, Heatwave’s engine rumbled at the sight before him. He slid a servo over Blades’ aft, letting the tip of a broad digit tease at the entrance to that welcoming valve. “You’re beautiful when you’re needy, you know that?”

Moving in behind his beloved, he gave his own leaking spike a few firm strokes before resettling his servos onto white hips and pulling them back. A loud groan of pleasure escaped as his spike was taken to the hilt.

Blades might have wiggled his hips at the other, still biting his lower lip plate as he waited for Heatwave to react. a shiver ran down his back struts and rotors as the firebot's servo went over his aft, the teasing digit making a hoarse little mewl leave his intake. they're so lucky that they had the bunker basically to themselves!

he can't help but chuckle breathlessly at the compliment, " I like it when you call be beautiful... call me it again? " he asks softly, frame already running hot and plating flaring to let out the excess heat.

anticipation rand through Blades' circuits as Heatwave came up behind him, standing on his tip toes, really showing himself off. the feeling of Heatwave's spike sliding into his slick valve had him moaning rather loudly, servos finding purchase against the berth as he relished the feeling of his valve trying to stretch over the intrusion. calipers cycling down, he pushed back against Heatwave, trying to gather a little friction to build up a charge.

“Take it easy, Beautiful. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry~” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of Blades’s helm. “I always do, don’t I?”

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*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

Usually, whenever High Tide woke up from recharging, Heatwave was already gone for a rescue. But today was one of those days he opened his optics and witnessed that beautiful red frame tangled in his arms after... well, a heaty time last night. And that was a perfect opportunity to wake him up with a little surprise.

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Taking a little peek

Usually High Tide wasn’t the type to pleasure himself, even more so that he had some sort of control over himself. But the pictures Heatwave sent to his datapad these past days were surely pushing the mech over the edge, to the point he couldn’t simply ignore it and had to take matters into his own servos.

The sudden husky voice made the mech shiver and instinctively close his legs while peeking over his shoulder plate with a steamy ex vent. Lifting his free servo to clean the corner of his intake, the seamech shifted some on the berth and opened his legs a few, pulling out the lubricant coated digits from in between.

“Why d’you think I sent pictures in the first place?”

He came closer and settled onto High Tide’s thigh. “I figured you’d get lonely without me~” Pulling the mech’s helm forward for a heated kiss, the firebot let a servo drop to stroke the proudly erect spike.

“But now… I’m here and you’re here…” He gave those steamy lipplates one final peck before lifting lubricant coated digits to his intake and gently licking them clean.

He shifted his gaze upward to lock optics with his sparkmate. “And you make the cutest sounds when I have your spike in my intake…” The firebot kissed his way down the underside and ran his glossa back up to the tip before slipping the appendage back down his intake once more.

Blades bites at his lip plate, denta leaving slight scratches in the grey metal. thankfully those would be easy to buff out after, but right now? he was too busy trying to think of which sounded more appealing. the Helibot leaned into Heatwave's chassis, digits sliding down the firebot's sides teasingly, optics dim as he reaches up to give him a rather heated kiss. the kiss lasted a while, before he pulled back and mumbled,

" Frag me into the berth. Please? " he asks, already pulling away to reach over to the berth in question, leaning his round chassis over the edge and showing off his panels as he spread his legs. which were already open; his slightly curved spike dribbling prefluid as his puffy valve dripped lubricant down his grey thighs. he looks over his shoulder, venting pathetically,

Television forgotten, they’d stumbled into Heatwave’s hab amid heated kisses and wandering servos. Once securely behind a locked door, panels had transformed away and touches had become far more intimate.

Now, Heatwave’s engine rumbled at the sight before him. He slid a servo over Blades’ aft, letting the tip of a broad digit tease at the entrance to that welcoming valve. “You’re beautiful when you’re needy, you know that?”

Moving in behind his beloved, he gave his own leaking spike a few firm strokes before resettling his servos onto white hips and pulling them back. A loud groan of pleasure escaped as his spike was taken to the hilt.