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Drift x Perceptor 3	By : DconSlut Category: Comics > Transformers (IDW) > Transformers (IDW) Views: 2122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Drift x Perceptor 3
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AU, Inspired by More Than Meets The Eye (MTMTE), Drift's spotlight.
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The lab was dead silent from the outside. Having hosted a number of deadly experiments in the pursuit of science, the lab could actually double as a panic room due to its quadruple-reinforced, coated plating. The lab was an important place and every sol, it saw hundreds of breakthroughs. Most important at the moment was the fact that it was completely sound-proof... A handy thing for Perceptor lately, who'd somehow become accustomed to getting mech-handled in his own lab.
Drift's tongue slid between Perceptor's lipplates, the motion quick, demanding, almost ticklish to the scientist. His hands traced Drift's shoulders, down his chest and around his back, pressing his fingers under spaces in his armour. He had learned long ago how much Drift adored being touched like that. Perceptor's legs actually trembled. It was always something of a shock when his berthmate slipped into his lab unannounced, blue optics gleaming like a predator's.
Perceptor leaned back, exposing his throat cables in an invitation. The swordsmech kissed a path from Perceptor's lips and started tonguing and sucking. His hands, steady and hot, held Perceptor's hips still as he leaned in, pressing the head of his spike against Perceptor's valve. The two of them shuddered.
They were both unusually quiet in the lab, despite its soundproofing. It had been some time since they were able to enjoy each other's company, and it would be some time again before their random schedules intercepted once more. Despite gruelling hours in the lab and gruelling hours patrolling, they'd met and gouged a little piece of time for themselves, probably breaking hundreds of protocols by turning the lab into their personal berth.
To the Pit with protocol...
"Turn over," Drift gritted through his teeth, voice low and strained. The swordsmech knew from long experience just what Perceptor liked as well, and in the heat of the moment he tended to forget. The scientist unhooked his legs from Drift's waist. The white mech leaned back, optics tracking the smooth shift of Perceptor's body as he turned over onto his stomach. He slid his legs further apart, bent at the knees and Perceptor arched his back, baring himself to Drift's leer.
The swordsmech leaned in, tongue flicking the heated edge of Perceptor's valve. He flinched hard, his body quivering like a plucked bow. "No time for that. Ah... Stop, Drift..." But he couldn't help sampling, suckling, kissing and they most certainly didn't have time.
A high keen stuttered out of Perceptor's vocalizer as he felt Drift's spike, thick and textured, almost too big for him, begin to sink deeper and deeper into him. He arched his back and sank down his elbows, the posture raising his backside a little higher. Drift let out a hiss as he fully seated himself and gripped Perceptor's hips with both powerful hands and oh Primus, kept himself absolutely still.
Perceptor panted, his valve rippling around the intrusion. "D-Drift...." He keened again, rocking his hips. Drift matched the motion and kept his grip tight on Perceptor, effectively cancelling any friction the scientist was trying to create.
Another wail and quiver of internal calipers. Drift bit his bottom lip, the pain a familiar tactic for controlling his body's reactions. He kept still but damn it was difficult.
"Drift, please, please..." Perceptor said, vocalizer tight with need.
"Do it yourself." Drift gritted, and released Perceptor's hips.
Perceptor moved immediately, his hips canting quickly and grinding against the turgid length, stroking over every square inch of his inner walls. Intense pleasure surged through Perceptor's sensornet with every thrust. Free from Drift's grip, he moved fast against the hard, powerful mech that kept still behind him. Drift watched avidly, the sexy arch in Perceptor's lower back, the way it lifted his aft up perfectly, the quiver in the scientist's hips every time he pulled himself off.
Something feral and dark in the swordsmech loved how deliciously vulnerable Perceptor looked like that... It was Drift's last thought before overload took him, just as a particularly hard thrust made Perceptor's frame clamp down on him, wet and greedy, the charge so intense it was nearly painful.
They blanked out like that, Perceptor spread flat on the floor, Drift lying on top of him, just as knocked out. Drift tiredly pulled himself up off Perceptor's back, his half-pressurized spike sliding slowly out of his lover, eliciting a satisfied, shuddering moan. The swordsmech pushed onto his knees and extended his hands to Perceptor after the scientist had righted himself.
Perceptor kissed him. With the delicious, pleasure-addled lethargy still heavy in their limbs, the kiss was slow and deep. Not enough time to enjoy their usual games, and it would be weeks before they would have another opportunity to be intimate. Scant minutes remained.
"Take care of yourself." The scientist murmured between flicks of his tongue.
"Always." Drift said, managing to steal a kiss of his own, just as a high-priority message signaled along his internal comm line.
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