Springing from the Aether

Hmm, but the overhead compartments have been so interesting…

Nidus pokes his head out from the opening he’d crawled into after parkouring his way up the wall, a few clinging tendrils from his back sticking to the shelf as he slips out further and, with a weird sticky ‘shlup’, plops down onto Springer’s shoulder.

He holds up a small dark grey lump.

Alas. He has ego and self-interest instead, which are similar but not the same.

Little clawed hands reach and grab for it out of curiosity and blatant greed as Nidus’ fronds fan out to try and get a better sense of the chunk of raw, dense metal. Mostly ferrus, with some interesting carbide inclusions… trace amounts of phosphorous and nickel.

Springer has the bolts to look sheepish. Robe drool stained in his denta...He ducks his helm.

Fondly exasperated, Rung sighs and shakes his helm. “I was wondering where that went, silly thing. Well.”

He reaches up, not to take the robe but to lightly grab Springer’s chin and give him a little wiggle.

Hmm, but the overhead compartments have been so interesting…

Nidus pokes his head out from the opening he’d crawled into after parkouring his way up the wall, a few clinging tendrils from his back sticking to the shelf as he slips out further and, with a weird sticky ‘shlup’, plops down onto Springer’s shoulder.

He holds up a small dark grey lump.

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Bringing his cygarette back to his derma. Pulling a long drag off it before venting the shimmering dross smoke into the bots face.

This does catch him by surprised as Springer vents in his face, coughing as his systems try to handle the sudden smoke.

" Shocked someone ain't slapped a collar on you already. Eh- their loss." Laughing as his servo shifts to settle around his neck. Another long drag on his cygarette.

"I might be, who's asking~?"

One of those. Springer resists the urge to roll his optics in amusement. Young mechs love the Wrecker glamor huh? Somethings never change. His free servo snaps out. Catching the sporty little racers chin.

Pulling his gaze up proper.

Smokescreen finds himself absolutely weak for the teasing, whining as Springer questions him, "Maybe a little of all of those, sir?"

Bringing his cygarette back to his derma. Pulling a long drag off it before venting the shimmering dross smoke into the bots face.

"I might be, who's asking~?"

One of those. Springer resists the urge to roll his optics in amusement. Young mechs love the Wrecker glamor huh? Somethings never change. His free servo snaps out. Catching the sporty little racers chin.

Pulling his gaze up proper.

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Let me worship you. On my knees I can show you the divine devotion of a true knight. A loyal dog to the bitter end.

He shoves at his chest with his other servo. Keeping that grip on his neck just shy of denting...for now. Stepping him towards the nearest surface. Chest to chest as he croons roughly," My stupid Puppy. You're gonna be sooo good for me yeah? I missed my dumb puppy so much y'know. The way you beg. The way you drool. The way you'd do anything for me...You'll still do anything right?"

Overlord practicaly drooled. Well acually, there was no practical sense about it. The more Springer spoke, the more Overlord's inhibitions fled along with any and all sense. If it was previously hard to form coherent thoughts then it was impossible now.

"Mhhh? Mrhhh- Ww-w- whhoooof!" He barked happily, squirming in delight at Springer's choking hold, optics rolling back in pure glee as he was pressed against the nearest wall. Harder! More! Please!

He eagerly followed Spingers's demands, falling back against the unforgiving surface and bucking his hips desperately. It wasn't a planned response. It was pure need, a gut reaction to Springer's commanding presence. It felt absolutely spectacular.

"HHhh... ah- g-good... yeah..." He crooned, staring drunkenly back at Springer, already so so desperate, ready to hump at the nearest part of the handsome bot that he could reach.

'My puppy wouldn't disappoint me would he?'

He adjusts. Palm on the front of Overlords throat. Pinning his helm into the wall, shoving his knee propwr between Overlords leg. Hiking him up the wall by a tiny increment. Flexing his digits on Overlords pulse as he moans roughly," Primus you're a mess. What did you do without me mutt? Huh? Desperate for anything, you'd overload all over my knee and beg me to lick it clean."

Engines purring hard to send a vibration through his frame. Grinding his leg up in little bounces so the other mech can properly feel it in his panel. Lips just shy of Overlord being able to reach them for another kiss. Unless he wanted to choke himself.

Springer watches that dopey gaze greedily.

"Of course I am! I get to see you!" He chirped back, pouting and loosing an exaggerated whine at the pinch. Of course he let himself be drawn in, wanting nothing else in that moment.

He spark warmed and fluttered in his chest and he felt himself lean forwards, not even realising he'd knelt to get a better angle, kissing Springer square on the lips, biting, sucking, flicking his glossa out playfully. He wriggled on his haunches and let his servos wander, smoothly stroking over Springer's delectably broad, sturdy shoulders and over his chestplates, biting at the other mech's lip hard and grinning back.

Biting at Overlords glossa. Sweeping his own against one of Overlords fangs. Purring harder under the storm of attention. Until he's sinking into his touches. Arms sliding around Overlords neck," Mm."

Huffing when he's bitten just shy of bleeding.

His limbs turn lax and there's a wonderful relief in the thought, Overlord grinning back at Springer, all lazy and brainless. A little energon stains his lips and he's not sure who it belongs to. Had he bitten down a little harder just now? Who knew.

"Mhmm... oh of course. Ah- hh- haaaaahh...." Springer's servo- tight, crushing. It made his thighs shiver and his processor stop working.

"Ahhh- n-nhhh- nhhhaa- need you... please..."

Warmth pooled in the pit of his tank. He was supposed to move, right? Why did that seem so hard right now. Maybe the fact that Springer's servo was wrapped around his neck, tight. Tight enough to dent? Maybe Crush something important? Leave him helpless to speak and do anything other than whimper and press himself against the pretty bot's frame, hoping for relief? Perish the thought.

He shoves at his chest with his other servo. Keeping that grip on his neck just shy of denting...for now. Stepping him towards the nearest surface. Chest to chest as he croons roughly," My stupid Puppy. You're gonna be sooo good for me yeah? I missed my dumb puppy so much y'know. The way you beg. The way you drool. The way you'd do anything for me...You'll still do anything right?"

"Of course I am! I get to see you!" He chirped back, pouting and loosing an exaggerated whine at the pinch. Of course he let himself be drawn in, wanting nothing else in that moment.

He spark warmed and fluttered in his chest and he felt himself lean forwards, not even realising he'd knelt to get a better angle, kissing Springer square on the lips, biting, sucking, flicking his glossa out playfully. He wriggled on his haunches and let his servos wander, smoothly stroking over Springer's delectably broad, sturdy shoulders and over his chestplates, biting at the other mech's lip hard and grinning back.

Biting at Overlords glossa. Sweeping his own against one of Overlords fangs. Purring harder under the storm of attention. Until he's sinking into his touches. Arms sliding around Overlords neck," Mm."

Huffing when he's bitten just shy of bleeding.