#trineshipping

I’m participating the first ever seeker week! For the next 7 days, I’ll be posting for seeker week, ending on my birthday on Saturday! Hope y'all enjoy!!!

Starscream slightly disagrees with that notion. To him, Seekers aren't just attractive and strong, they are the embodiment of perfection. They dominate the skies with their speed and agility. A force to be reckoned with that other flyers could only look upon with envy. They are mighty and alluring. Ruthless and stunning.

As much as Starscream would love to ogle at his own body, he can admire every detail of the Seeker form when he's in bed with Skywarp or Thundercracker. The flawless nature of their frames can be observed best through gentle caresses of their seams and plating. A playful touch along their cockpit or fondling their sensitive wings. Starscream’s mouth sucks at their perfectly aligned neck cables as his hand migrates down to their array. The attention he gives there is unhurried. Slow strokes pass from the spike base to its tip. His fingers circle their outer node and dip into their valve in nothing more than a sluggish massage. Starscream's movements praise every inch of them. His Seekers deserve nothing less.

Thundercracker is more receptive to this treatment than Skywarp. He'll relax, allowing Starscream to cherish him without interruption. Sometimes he will overload from the incessant teasing alone. Quietly shaking under his air commander.

A whine escaped Starscream’s vocalizer as he tried to shove his way in. He was more pathetic and subdued sexually when drunk, but that didn’t take away from his needy personality- he just couldn’t do all that much with both mechs hovering over him.

Thundercracker laughed into Skywarp’s mouth at the attempt to butt in, wondering how quickly to concede. He could never keep their bitchy commanding officer away for too long but he could pretend. His more energetic trinemate was pulling him back to sucking faceplate and running handsy servos across his plating, digging into distended mesh that bulged ever so healthily over Thundercracker’s armor- so much so that he had to paw them off to get another good look at their rather pitiful trineleader. He sighed and pulled away enough to lean down and exvent on his faceplate, intake laced with the high grade that was slowly getting to his processor as it burned in his tank, fuzzy and warm and hot. “What? You want something?” he asked with a creeping sneer, keeping up a more cold composure to drag it out, but it was fading fast. 

“Offf course I do- let me in, it’s not fair to tease me like this-” the jet sputtered, still trying to wiggle his way in between the two, physically weaker than the both of them. 

“I don’t know, you were being awfully mean earlier,” he said with a thoughtful expression, holding him at bay. “What do you think, Warp?” he asked, grabbing the mech’s shoulder to get his attention back.

Skywarp’s glossa poked out lightly as he pretended to really think. “Mm. I suppose so,” he hummed wistfully. “It sure does get cold in this trine sized habsuite alone,” he nodded, reaching a servo down to slide across Starscream’s cockpit, then back up to his neck cables with a grin. “Me and TC havin’ nothing better to do than each other.”

ive been busy lately so i offer this never before seen silly goofy thing i drew earlier this year and just never finished