#workable??

Warp walked into the main room of their suite and paused, watching his mate as Sky sat at his desk, attention to several datapads out in front of him. A smirk curved his lips and his wings flicked, canting into a certain angle before rising into an insubordinate height. He strolled forward, hips swaying and frame moving gracefully. 

purringseeker:

Warp smirked and let go of Sky’s cannon with his right hand, and with a snap of his digits retrieved a datapad from subspace. He glanced at it and selected a playlist, hitting play and in the same motion sending it over the suite’s speakers. He tossed the datapad to the coffee table and smirked down at Sky as a deep, thumping baseline came through the speakers, followed closely by low, sultry vocals. Warp /moved/, starting with rolling his hips as his hand returned to Sky’s cannon, wings flaring as he rose up onto his knees, frame undulating with the beat and brushing against his mate’s sitting form as he caught Sky’s gaze~

Ren strolled into the wine bar on the first floor of the Four Seasons DC location, and paused only briefly as he surveyed the room. Picking a table to the back of the room, one that was freestanding to the side of the main walkway, he prowled forward, gracefully folding down into the chair facing the door. He didn’t even glance at the drink list, instead ordering one of the pricier red wines; he’d been here before and was well familiar with what was offered.

He laid the token he was carrying on the table and flicked a bit of lint off his silk dress shirt; royal purple, dark and the fabric almost having a subtle shimmer in the mood lighting in the wine bar, setting off the black of his tailored, fitted slacks perfectly. He knew he looked damn good in the outfit; Malek’s wardrobe was tailored perfectly to sensually show off his body, the shirt subtly clinging to the planes of his chest and arms, the slacks fitting just right across his hips.

A small smirk curved his lips. He was looking forward to this, anticipation swirling low in his body. The deep voice on the phone, full of hidden need and anticipation and nervousness… Will probably didn’t realize he was giving so much away in their short conversation, but Ren was trained in reading people. And Malek was damn good at what he did, and that was picking up on other’s needs. This should be… interesting~

The only response from the darker Seeker was a whine, the movement of Anon's hips driving rendering him wordless. Warp's frame moved under him to make every thrust count as sensor nodes deep in his valve were stimulated. He shuttered his optics, drinking down the sensation of how well they fit together, using his grip at Anon's hips to pull the cloaked mech against him, reveling in the sparks flaring across his sensornet.