A firetruck and a Helicopter can fuck 🚒🚁

That one mandatory Screenshot Redraw

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers: Rescue Bots, Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blades/Heatwave (Transformers) Characters: Blades (Transformers), Heatwave (Transformers) Additional Tags: Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Sticky, Established Relationship Summary:

Blades and Heatwave like to sneak off.

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Blades was usually the one who was desperately chasing after Heatwave to get kisses or cuddles during the day, but today was one of those times where Heatwave was actually the on initiating things.

It started when they had first woken up, then while they went about their day Heatwave made a conscious effort to stay closer to Blades than usual, even if it meant driving along under him while Blade flew through the sky. 

Both of them knew that it was for Valentine’s day. Blades was a little surprised that Heatwave even cared, but he wasn’t about to start complaining.

Especially when Heatwave brought him to the berth. Though that was one spot where Blades wasn’t going to let Heatwave take the lead.

Blades found himself on top of Heatwave, his hips rolling slow, sensuous circles as he took Heatwave’s spike into him. He savored the low growls that he could draw from the other mech, just as Heatwave enjoyed hearing Blades moan atop the thick ridges of his length.

“You’re being awfully nice today,” Blades hummed, kissing Heatwave shortly. 

“I can’t be nice to my conjunx on Valentine’s day?” Heatwave commented with a smirk and a thrust of his hips that made Blades yelp. The copter leaned in and kissed Heatwave, his hips picking up speed as he bounced on his spike. Heatwave thrust up to meet Blades as they both singlemindedly chased their overloads. 

Any little noise Blades made was trapped by Heatwave’s mouth. Blades’ EM field consumed Heatwave’s as they both drew closer and closer. Ultimately, it was Blades’ servos atop Heatwave’s chest, feeling the thrum of his spark, then sent him over the edge.

“H-Heatwave!” He moaned, back arching and front pressing to his partner’s as his whole frame shivered with his overload. Heatwave’s grip on Blades nearly dented his plating as he overloaded deep into his valve, liquid heat streaking Blades’ channel.