#bottom!megatron

"Gmornin' to you, too," they mumble, nuzzling their face into the pillow. The sharp digit rubbing at their thigh stills.

Good, maybe they can get 5 more minutes in-

"Please?"

No such luck.

"Meggy, noooo," they whine, smooshing their face into the softness. They were still sore from yesterday, and so tired. So, so damn tired, they could go back to sleep right now and pretend later in the day, that they were actually sleep talking to him.

"Darling," he breathes out, pulling them closer and nipping at their shoulder.

"Dearest, please?"

They love it when he asks nicely. They really do. It took both of them so long for him to start asking politely and wait patiently. He's probably looking at them in that kicked-pug-puppy way of his that almost always makes them give into his pleading.

Metal nudges at the back of their head gently, bumping them once, twice.

" pretty please? "

... How do pornstars deal with this? How do other people with this high of a libido function? How do THEIR partners handle this kind of madness?

"It's barely-" they open their eyes and look at the clock on the wall. They stare at it for a while, before rubbing their eyes. They look again.

Did they forget to change the batteries on this thing?

It can’t be THIS late into the day.

They mouth the time to themself, before trying to glance at him.

"You let me sleep in?"

He doesn't say anything and presses his helm more firmly against them.

They notice their underwear is still on.

"You," they emphasize, brain still too foggy to properly express themself "let me, sleep in."

Megatron, the definition of We-rise-and-ride-at-dawn, let them sleep in.

The horniest, neediest, most sex demanding partner they ever had, let them sleep in.

And didn't go further than running his claws over their legs.

He growls against them, tips of his claws sliding between their thighs.

"Excellent observation."

"You-"

"Yes, I, Lord Megatron, ruler of Decepticons, let you,"

his spike transforms out of its housing, laying hot against their skin,

"my wonderful human, sleep for much much longer than was initially planned or necessary, so can we please,"

his claws prick at their skin

"please,"

he grinds his dripping spike against their back, not pleading, but not quite demanding yet

"pretty pit-fragging please interface now?"

"... Coffee first."

It's his turn to whine, his servo digging into the mattress.

"Nooo," he knows despite their devotion, bean juice ranks higher.

"And both of us need to eat."

"Noooo, my love," he turns their face towards him,

"Sweetspark please, I'll do anything, just please, please-" they press their back against him and his speech halts with a stutter.

"We’ll both refuel, see if there is anything that needs to be done and then, we'll see about having some real interface,"

They turn around and wrap their legs around his spike, its biolights pulsing brightly. Their hands wrap around the head, tapping at the wet mesh in the same pattern he woke them up with. The bedsheet tears under his grip, his lips pressed together firmly in a thin line, his optics open wide, eyelights tiny pinpricks focused on their face.

"but, since you were very good to me, I am going to help you get off once before that,"

They press a kiss to the sensor at the bottom of the weeping head, their tongue dragging upwards to the tip, where they lap at his lubricant. His own thighs press together firmly and they can hear the dripping of his valve lubricant.

"I would-"

"After my dose of caffeine," they cut in, "I will be taking care of your valve," they grip the head of his spike harder, making him choke and his spike pulse beneath their fingers.

"Sounds good?"

The sound that comes out of his vocalizer is one of desperate agreement.

"Good boy, now hold still."

There is no way they'll be able to take it all in, so they grind their hips, their thighs clenching around the girth. Knuckles of one hand press firmly against the sensor, the other kneading the straining mesh of his head as he hisses out yes after yes after yes.

Lips wrap around his tip and they suck, their hands working on the mesh and the sensor; pressing, kneading, sucking and clenching around his straining lenght. He's close already, his armor rattling, engines screaming and straining. His spike starts vibrating against them and they move away to catch their breath.

"That's good Meggy, like that, yes, just like that,"

"Please, oh please, I need, I'm going to-"

They dig their fingers in the seams, their hips bucking into him faster, legs wrapping around him tighter.

"Go on, overload for me big guy."

And he does, his spike spilling streams of hot lubricant all over his plating, splashing onto their face, drenching the sheets, the pillows, everything. And it just keeps going, with them using the slickness to wrap their arms around the spike and stroking him through it. His vents blow hot air over them, his chest heaving, each new wave of overload making him moan louder. They press the tips of their fingers into the mesh between the seams, rubbing in circles and drawing out a few last squirts.

Better make sure though.

"Are you done?"

He swallows, and nods, his eyes shut, brows furrowed.

Stupid question, as if one is ever enough.

Moving off the retracting spike, they crawl up to his faceplate and rub at his cheek arches.

"I bet your valve is still tight and needy though, isn't it?"

"Uhuh,"

They kiss at his scars.

"Not for long, sweetspark. Let's get some energon in you and then we'll take good care of it, yeah?"

"I love you." he groans through the static in his voice.

They smile and bonk their forehead against his.

"I love you too Megsie."