swerve is happy to keep giving him free samples and discounts because he gets a show in return; the captain's face gets increasingly flushed with alcohol and charge, breathily thanking swerve with a wobbly smile for each drink. he takes a long time to finish his drinks because he's too busy shuttering his optics and biting his bottom lip when he finds a good spot to grind the false spike into. shifting his hips to indulgently massage his ceiling node and let out soft moans and pants, lost to the surrounding noise of the bar. eventually he's bracing his hands against the counter and lifting and dropping himself on the dildo. moaning softly when he takes it to the hilt, hanging his head and biting his lip as he grinds down on it, his wet valve making lewd and sloppy noises with every movement.

a few brave mechs come up behind him to press close to his warm frame, wrap their arms around him, murmur in his audial and ask if he needs any assistance. reaching around him to dip their hands between his legs and feel the stretched rim of his valve over the false spike, the wet mess he's making of the bar stool, the throbbing of his neglected, swollen node. they get to whisper about all the things they want to do to him while they stroke his clit and enjoy the way he whimpers and tenses against them when he cums. they can only imagine how well his valve must be milking that dildo...

later in the night he's tipsy and cushioning his helm in his arms on top of the bar, making all kinds of quiet noises into his plating and humping the false spike steadily. his optics are half-lidded and hazy when he isn't burying his face in his arms. he still looks gorgeous even when he's debauching himself in public and slumped gracelessly over the bartop. it helps that he's trembling cutely with charge, chasing another overload. every time he drops his hips onto the dildo his array meets the soaked barstool with a wet slap.

he ends up so lost in his pleasure that he's the last one left in the bar while swerve cleans up. swerve has been extra slow with closing tonight... he's too busy watching rodimus' flushed face and parted lips, listening to him fuck himself on a huge false spike. shivering and trying not to pop his panels every time the captain cums and shudders atop his stool, drooling onto his bartop, enjoying his drinks... if only rodimus were riding his spike. he's spent his whole shift charged up and imagining how rodimus' hot, rippling valve would feel around him...

swerve comes around the bar eventually to touch rodimus' shoulder and tell him he's got to close up. rodimus jolts a little, a bit too preoccupied with riding the false spike to notice that he was being talked to. he leans back into swerve's touch, stretching to show off his sinuous, pretty frame before propping his upper half on the bartop again. then he's lifting himself up off the false spike, leaning on the counter alluringly as the head pops out of his valve with a wet slurp. he looks over his shoulder with half-lidded optics and waves his aft at swerve, showing off his messy array. "will you give me one last free drink if i ride you instead?" rodimus teases. his sloppy valve clenches on nothing and his node pulses with charge... swerve can't resist that offer at all.

pushing my favs together like barbie dolls and making them kiss. yapper + yapper duo

i think swerve annoys him deeply but he gives roddy free drinks (captain’s benefit) so rods gets pavlov’d into feeling happy whenever he sees swerve. and then it turns into Actual affection and then…comes the thoughts of oh…I Wonder What He Tastes Like.

and some nautiskidswerve :3

and 1 rodiswerve :3