#tf laster

Fandom: Transformers Victory

Pairing: Blacker/Wingwaver

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Wingwaver's spark was racing. He wasn't sure at first why Blacker had called him into one of the back rooms, but now, sitting on top of a box with his back against the wall and Blacker's lips and glossa running along his neck cables, he's thankful that he answered the call.

Wingwaver's faceplate is flushed as Blacker slowly runs his servos along the bot's chassis and nibbles on his neck cables, feeling along the bot's chestplate to his legs as Wingwaver's vocalizer fizzles in and out.

He trails kisses all the way up to the smaller bot's jawline before firmly pressing his lips against Wingwaver's.

Wingwaver leans into the kiss and wraps his arms around Blacker's neck. Blacker's kisses are passionate and firm, he clearly has far more experience in this than Wingwaver does with his sloppy and unsure movements. Wingwaver can feel Blacker's lips twist to smirk against his before he pulls back slightly.

"You don't have a lot of experience with kissing huh?" Blacker teases.

Wingwaver's face burns a hot pink, "W-what? So?!" He pouts and folds his arms. 

Blacker laughs before pressing his forehead to the smaller mech's, "Guess I gotta teach you everything huh?" He says with a cocky smile.

Wingwaver pouts again, but it soon melts away as Blacker presses his lips to his once again. He wraps his arms around the taller bot again as Blacker tilts his helm, lips still pressed against his. Blacker quickly swipes his glossa against the other mech's lips and Wingwaver blushes, opening his mouth slightly to allow his glossa in.

Blacker sticks his glossa into the mech's mouth, running it along his dentae before pressing it against the other bot's glossa. Wingwaver flicks his glossa against Blacker's. He tries to fight for dominance, practically waging a glossa war within his own mouth as he flicks and wiggles it around Blacker's, but Blacker pins Wingwaver's down with his own, causing the bot to let out a small gasp.

The two are so caught up in the moment that they don't hear the door slide open, "Ok I'll get- Oh! Hello Lieutenant Commander." Laster's voice rings from behind them.

Wingwaver freezes as Blacker pulls back, a thin pink trail of energon breaks between them.

"Hey Laster, what do you need?" Blacker asks casually.

"Braver and I need a circuit board from this closet, it should be in the crate Wingwaver is on." Laster replies nonchalant.

"Alright," Blacker says, wrapping Wingwaver's arms around his neck and legs around his waist and lifting the bot off the box with ease.

Wingwaver's faceplate burns the brightest shade of pink yet as he hides it in Blacker's chestplate.

Laster walks in and opens the crate, rummages around for a moment, then pulls out a circuit board before placing the lit back on, "Alright, thank you Lieutenant Commander," he says and closes the door behind him.

Blacker sits Wingwaver back on the crate and the bot immediately throws his servos over his faceplate and groans in embarrassment.