Transformers Prime Story
Nov. 9th, 2012 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demothiTitle: Kiss me once
Verse: Prime
Rating: PG 13+
Characters: Wheeljack, Ratchet
Summary: Ratchet presents a challenge to Wheeljack that the Wrecker can't ignore.
Warning: Robots making out, some sexual context, unfinished
Note: This is unfinished and I don't know if I ever will finish it, I kind of lost where I was going with it, but there is a chance I could pick it up later.
“If you want me to shut up you’ll have to make me.” Ratchet snapped, frustrated at the wrecker and his attitude. It didn’t take him more than a moment to realize he had just challenged a wrecker and they were infamous for taking every challenge presented to them. When the hand gripped the side of his helm he braced himself for some kind of attack, what he didn’t expect was the attack on his mouth. He stood stunned for a moment as Wheeljack kissed him, the action hungry and aggressive.
When it occurred to him that he was being kissed, and that he should respond, he did so, parting his lips to brush his tongue against Wheeljack’s. Again he wasn’t expecting what the wrecker did next, as he pushed his way into Ratchet’s mouth. As if the medic returning the kiss had been a permission, or perhaps a trigger, Wheeljack’s hands worked their way to common and highly effective pleasure spots.
While Ratchet wasn’t in the mind frame to reject an interface, and could even admit to himself that such a thing with Wheeljack was even more appealing, he already disliked the approach. Calmly but forcefully he pulled the wrecker’s hands away and pushed him back, breaking the kiss. He looked Wheeljack over for a moment before saying anything, noting how confusion and a bit of hurt flashed across his expression before it shifted to his normal smirk. He was already venting heavily and the medic could tell his core temperature had jumped up.
“What’s the matter Doc? You’re the one that told me to shut you up.” Wheeljack asked, tilting his back and to the side a little, looking for all the world like he had just won the argument. “You too good for something like a one for?”
“That’s not why I made you stop Wheeljack. In fact I think that may be one of the best ideas to come out of you lately. I just don’t like to rush my work.” He explained, stepping closer to Wheeljack again but it seemed the wrecker was at least listening somewhat when he didn’t try jumping his struts again. “If you want this, you let me lead.”
The small nod and nearly stunned look he got from the wrecker was more than enough for him. He pressed his lips to the other’s again, restarting the kiss. Slowly he gave a soft lick to the scarred lower lip against his own, and felt the slow parting of Wheeljack’s lips.
Verse: Prime
Rating: PG 13+
Characters: Wheeljack, Ratchet
Summary: Ratchet presents a challenge to Wheeljack that the Wrecker can't ignore.
Warning: Robots making out, some sexual context, unfinished
Note: This is unfinished and I don't know if I ever will finish it, I kind of lost where I was going with it, but there is a chance I could pick it up later.
“If you want me to shut up you’ll have to make me.” Ratchet snapped, frustrated at the wrecker and his attitude. It didn’t take him more than a moment to realize he had just challenged a wrecker and they were infamous for taking every challenge presented to them. When the hand gripped the side of his helm he braced himself for some kind of attack, what he didn’t expect was the attack on his mouth. He stood stunned for a moment as Wheeljack kissed him, the action hungry and aggressive.
When it occurred to him that he was being kissed, and that he should respond, he did so, parting his lips to brush his tongue against Wheeljack’s. Again he wasn’t expecting what the wrecker did next, as he pushed his way into Ratchet’s mouth. As if the medic returning the kiss had been a permission, or perhaps a trigger, Wheeljack’s hands worked their way to common and highly effective pleasure spots.
While Ratchet wasn’t in the mind frame to reject an interface, and could even admit to himself that such a thing with Wheeljack was even more appealing, he already disliked the approach. Calmly but forcefully he pulled the wrecker’s hands away and pushed him back, breaking the kiss. He looked Wheeljack over for a moment before saying anything, noting how confusion and a bit of hurt flashed across his expression before it shifted to his normal smirk. He was already venting heavily and the medic could tell his core temperature had jumped up.
“What’s the matter Doc? You’re the one that told me to shut you up.” Wheeljack asked, tilting his back and to the side a little, looking for all the world like he had just won the argument. “You too good for something like a one for?”
“That’s not why I made you stop Wheeljack. In fact I think that may be one of the best ideas to come out of you lately. I just don’t like to rush my work.” He explained, stepping closer to Wheeljack again but it seemed the wrecker was at least listening somewhat when he didn’t try jumping his struts again. “If you want this, you let me lead.”
The small nod and nearly stunned look he got from the wrecker was more than enough for him. He pressed his lips to the other’s again, restarting the kiss. Slowly he gave a soft lick to the scarred lower lip against his own, and felt the slow parting of Wheeljack’s lips.
