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"Harder!"

Several items were scattered over the floor of the laboratory as servos were scrabbling across the bench, fingers scrapping against the metal, frame bent over it, his cheekplate resting against the cool surface, heated air rushing across the surface as he was panting hard in an attempt to cool his internals.

"Please... Primus... Harder!"

The brilliant crimson frame pressed in closer, the long hard length sliding deeply into Perceptor's body, driving him insane with the heated friction it was causing, every relay and muscle cable was tensed and straining as he whimpered helplessly. Shoulders shuddered as he parted his legs just a little more, feeling the other Mech seat himself deeper within him.

"Yes... Primus... that's it..."

Hands were stroking over his chassis, one dipping within his Spark casing to lightly caress over the pulsing orb within, those nimble fingers sending coils of heat raging outwards with each slide of that thumb across the shimmering surface. The other hand was drifting back down again, catching his own spike suddenly within that palm, squeezing hard and jerking upwards, driving again and again up and down, the edge of a digit teasing the tip rubbing...

"More..." Perceptor pleaded helplessly, hips lifting, trying to expose himself more to the deep calculated thrusts, the angle was shifting, almost awkward but the moment that wait was behind the throbbing length within him, he was crying out with just the slightest movement within him. Fluids were dripping downwards across his thighs, his valve so hot that he thought he was burning... that he was literally on fire. "PLEASE! Let me 'load..."

"Not yet." A silky whisper tickled the Scientist's audio, a glossa flickering across it lightly, the warm bright crimson frame was stretching out across Perceptor's back, pinning him down to the bench, before that large hand caught up one of Percy's. Drawing it down under the edge of bench, smaller fingers were being curled around his own Spike, that large servo guiding him in the right motion. "You feel that... feel your own servo touching yourself... stroking slowly..."

A strangled moan escaped him at those heated words, body arching, shuddering, squirming wildly against his lover's. How could he win against that voice? Against those hands that knew just how to please every inch of his frame.

"You like it hard don't you..." That mouth closed around his antenna, curling about it and was slowly sliding down across it, sucking hard on it and increasing the suction as his head was drawing upwards, glossa sliding across the sensitive length. "Like feeling me stretch you... you're always so tight..." A purring growl of delight escaped the Mech behind Perceptor, his frame rubbing hard across the Scientist's back. Hips rocked and drove in even deeper, trim hips were slapping hard against Percy's sleek aft.

"Stop... oh Primus..." The words were making him quiver, his valve tightening sharply as he grew even more excited, entire frame trembling. He was so close... so close to overload... That hand was within his casing again, curling completely about his Spark, squeezing... Fingertips digging into the pulsing light...

And he exploded wildly, body shaking as he overloaded so fiercely, his fluids spread across his own fingers and the floor beneath the bench, before he arched again when he felt the rush of heat deep within his body as the Mech behind him filled him completely. It had been too much for either of them to resist...

Perceptor sagged into those strong arms, sprawl out across the scratched benchtop, his cheekplate against the cool surface as he panted, feeling that spike still within his valve. It was still hot... still throbbing within the tightness of his body. And he was desperate for it to remain there just a little longer, his hand caught about the strong wrist, pulling the arm more tightly about him preventing his lover from leaving him.

"Stay..."

"Percy..." The crimson Mech whispered softly, a soft kiss being pressed against the corner of his lips, deep vivid blue optics were warm with affection before he was attempting to ease himself out of the sleek Scientist. "You know I can't."

Hands were clinging onto that arm, wrapping himself up within the warm embrace, his optics wavering, his frame lifting slightly from where it had been trapped against the benchtop, his helm dipping back against a strong shoulder, snuggling into the emrbace. His fingers were tugging both those arms about him, stubborn and refusing to let go. "Stay with me."

"You have a meeting in less than three breems..."

"I don't care." Soft lubricant dampened lips were seeking those warm ones, finding them and being rewarded by a burning hot kiss that left him wanting the other all over again.

"You do care. You've been working on it for Orns." One hand was lifting to caress against Percy's cheekplate tenderly, a thumb stroking over one of those pouting lips, caressing it lightly. "Prime will be here soon, so will Wheeljack, Hoist and Grapple."

"Stay! Its as much yours as it is mine." He didn't want him to go. Didn't want the brilliant Mech to vanish off into nothing again... "I would never have thought of any of it if you hadn't assisted me."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Percy." A soft kiss, lingered for a moment before reluctantly the red Mech was pulling out of his lover, strong arms still supporting the smaller Autobot before he was gently getting him to settle on a stool. Before Perceptor watched him cleaning up the mess they had made with efficient spilled hands that had moments ago had been pleasuring him.

"Please. Light'."

"I have to get back to work... I'm already late for my shift." Lightspeed's hands gently cupped the Scientist's jaw and kissed him heatedly, before dropping another light kiss against his forehead, whispering soft words of affection to him.

Perceptor was suddenly frowning, fingers clinging to the crimson frame, as his own armour was being straightened and his casing slipped shut over his Spark. "How many shifts is this?"

"The third... but Percy..."

"No! They're abusing you!"

"Love."

Percy was melting at that word, it was so rare he heard it that whenever he did he couldn't help but feel his Spark beating wildly to know that this wonderful Bot wanted him.

"Love, I have to go." His head twisted about, hearing the sound of someone moving down the corridor outside, the heavy footsteps telling him that Optimus Prime was coming. "Good luck." He was stepping away. "I know you'll do wonderfully, you always do. I'll see you soon." A loving smile was flashed at him before the crimson frame disappeared through the mostly unused 'back' door to his laboratory.

"Wait!"

But Lightspeed was already gone.

Perceptor shivered slightly, feeling suddenly alone without the bright presence and strong arms of his beloved, there was only one that could warm him, inspire him... but their times together were getting rarer as both of them were swallowed by their work. But the Scientist promised himself right there and then, he would not let his work get in the way of their relationship... He wanted a chance to ask the other to share quarters with him... That they would make their relationship public.

He wanted to do so much... wanted to make people stop overlooking the brilliant mind that dwelt within the handsome frame. Lightspeed was popular, but also had such a kind Spark that people often walked all over him as a consequence. There had been exhaustion in those optics...

He would do more! He would do this. He just... needed a plan.

A hand lightly stroked against Lightspeed's brow, tenderly caressing back across the warm helm as the crimson Mech sat quietly on the edge of Perceptor's berth, the usually bright optics were dimmed with a flicker of pain and tiredness.

"I'm sorry..." Lightspeed whispered softly, his helm lifting slightly into the touch of that cool hand against his facial plates, eager to keep the contact, his processors almost seemed to be throbbing in time with his fuelpump, while he shifted uncomfortably one the berth. "I..."

"Shhh..." Soft lips silenced any more apologies. "Its fine, Light', I promise it is."

"But... you were..."

"That doesn't matter."

"But..."

"You are more important." Perceptor said matter-of-factly, offering his ill Lover a bluish-pink cube of viscous fluid, a hand rested underneath it as he was carefully steadying it as the other Mech drank, even though it wasn't the most pleasant taste, it did settle his tanks quickly. "There, do you feel better now?"

"Much." The red helm wavered slightly, before drooping forwards against Perceptor's shoulder, the Scientist set the empty cube onto the nearby table before curling an arm about the broad shoulders, stroking a hand lightly against the Mech's spinal plating. "I... really don't mean to trouble you..."

"Oh, Light'..." He whispered softly, cradling the other Mech to him lovingly, his pale blue optics dimming slightly, fingertips drifted lightly over the crimson helm, a thumb rubbed against an audio tenderly. "I'm glad that you do need me." Though he wished not for this reason at times…

"Always need you, Percy." Lightspeed whispered gently, his head dipping slightly before he was letting out a quiet sigh of gratitude as his systems were beginning to at least sound like they weren't about to die. "I couldn't bear being without you." The Technobot's optics lifted slightly from where his helm was nuzzled in against the black, teal and deep maroon chassis. "The thought of being away from you." A shiver rippled through the Bot's frame, his hands curling gently about the warm waist, clinging to him still feeling quite out of sorts and keen to have the reassurance of his Lover. "I would never accept an assignment that would take me away from you for too long. No matter my duties."

Perceptor felt his Spark warm to know that, he would follow after Lightspeed, if the other returned to Cybertron so would he. They wouldn't be separated, no matter what Prime may say. "You always know exactly what I want to hear."

"And you know exactly how to make me smile."

"Do I?"

"Yes." A smile was touching those lips, before they dipped down slightly to press a kiss in the centre of Perceptor's chestplates right over his Spark. "But I have to say… I find you intoxicating."

Perceptor was almost purring under the slow stroke of those hands across his back, sliding down over his aft, teasing him lightly before just returning to cradling him gently. "What about me, attracts you?"

"Your voice for one. That… is sexy… when you try to talk and I'm stroking you… and you can barely get out a word…besides moans."

Flustered, the Scientist leaned into the warm touch, his optics dimming, knowing they probably wouldn't be playing tonight… but he was hopeful that Lightspeed would actually stay with him. "You'll stay? Please…?"

"I don't think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to." His legs had given out under him the moment he had reached his Lover's quarters, someone had accidentally taken Lightspeed's cube of Energon… The violent allergies the Technobot suffered from could cripple him within joors if he wasn't able to get something to dispel the effects of the Energon or fuel. "I'm all yours."

"I like the sound of that."

And soon enough they were shedding their armour, Perceptor snuggling up within the strong arms of his Lover, one leg thrown over the slender hips, pressing them together and just letting his helm rest against the broad crimson chassis. The slow steady beat of the Spark was just beneath his audio, soothing and lulling him so quickly into recharge that he couldn't even get out half the things he had been intending on saying.

"THAT'S IT!" Perceptor snapped.

Everyone in the Rec Room suddenly stopped and turned towards the form of the Scientist standing in the doorway, his optics watching the handsome frame of his lover seated at one of the tables, they had been intending on having an hour together before Perceptor's shift resumed and Lightspeed crashed out for a good long recharge on Perceptor's berth. However… this particular plan had come to a screeching halt when Light' had just messaged him saying that Prowl and Red Alert needed him to go over some figures as his Processing matrix could correct any errors that he found…

Despite how painfully tired his beloved was… he had still smiled and agreed to help.

A datapad was flung squarely at Prowl, forcing the Tactician to actually duck to avoid the well-aimed shot.

"Stop it! You hear me? I'm sick and tired of you walking all over him." Another pad was flying as Perceptor was stalking closer, his pale blue optics burning with anger, his servos clenched into fists. "Three system crashes. THREE! Because you slaggers think that it's okay. Well its not!"

Lightspeed was staring at the angry quivering frame of his Lover, jaw dropping open slightly at what was before him. "Percy…" He whispered softly, slowly getting to his stabilizer servos and shifting forwards quickly hoping that he would be able to sooth the Mech quickly and avoid what he knew was coming… "Its okay…"

"NO! No it's not okay." The Scientist was fuming, slender chassis overheating slightly as he was making himself heard. People would ignore him at times. "It's slagging not okay."

"Percy…"

"I won't be ignored! I won't let them keep doing this to you."

"Perceptor." Prowl was blinking, surprised and confused by the accusations placed towards not only him, but also many of his fellows.

The Scientist made a rude chirping click in Cybertronian in the direction of Prowl. Making the Tactician take a step backwards in surprise and sudden shame. Lightspeed was still gaping, knowing that if he didn't get Perceptor out of the Rec Room right then…

"Not here…" He whispered softly, but Perceptor was on the warpath.

"I will not stand to see you being treated like some computer."

"I…" Vivid azure optics blinked, tired shoulders drooping suddenly. Was he being used? He didn't like complaining… He didn't like troubling other people… but… all the requests were eating into both his recharge time but also in the time he spent with his Lover. In the recent Orn he had only spent two of the nights on Perceptor's berth… the other eleven had found him sprawled out in the most uncomfortable of places.

"What the heck are you yapping about, Dictionary-mouth?" Afterburner snarled, his frame appearing as if out of nowhere. "What do you know?"

"More then you."

"Right. 'Speed, what the frag are you doing hanging around…"

"For once in your existence, Afterburner. Shut up." Lightspeed replied.

The three familiar frames of the other Technobots were soon stepping up from where they had been huddled around one of the back tables, surprised by the tone of voice Lightspeed had used. Light was the most 'normal' amongst them. But Nosecone was looking horrified over the accusation as well. For once they looked at their Gestalt mate and saw the lines of stress and fatigue that plagued him. Lightspeed was their main 'processor' unit of most of their data collection, being the most accurate and fastest. Light was truly smart.

"Light…" Nosecone whispered softly. However, Lightspeed was shrugging off the hand that reached out to touch his shoulder.

"Leave me be." He whispered softly, his shoulders drooping as he stepped away from his teammates, his blue optics dimmed and he was unable to meet the gaze of any of them. Had his kindness being walked all over? Had he been blind to his own overuse?

A hand was lightly touching against Lightspeed's cheek, Perceptor tugging the red Bot's head down and kissing him deeply, much to the shock of several Mechs around them who had no idea about the fact the two had been making like robo-rabbits for orns. Their lips parted for a moment, a warm thumb sweeping across a warm antenna, stroking up the length of it tenderly. "Come home."

"Home…?" He was surprised by that, bright optics widening slightly.

"Move in with me."

"You… you really mean that?" The crimson Mech was desperate to be with his lover, having always felt that he invaded Perceptor's quarters whenever he was there… despite the reassurance that he was always welcome.

"Yeah. The berth gets cold without you on it… And I miss you so much…" A hand stroked lightly down over the crimson chassis, teasing the edge of several chestplates for a moment, before slipping beneath and gaining himself a soft little groan from Light'. "Lightspeed."

"Perceptor…I…" His voice was escaping him, most of the universe was escaping him. "I'm… always in the way… I… I don't want to trouble you…"

"You have never troubled me, not once. You are wonderful, Light'. Whenever I need you… you drop everything for me…" He had called to Lightspeed before that last big meeting when his nerves had been shot, and those crimson servos had been the one thing that could sooth him whenever he got so anxious. "I just wish I could do the same for you." Fingertips fluttered across the crimson chassis again, one dipping slightly below the warm around to trace lightly over the Spark casing beneath, shivering at the contact as heat spiraled up his arm. "Tell me, Light, tell me when you need me. When you came to my quarters the other day… I was so happy you had come to me."

"You… I…" Bright optics were wavering badly, entire frame trembling, he had never wanted to burden the other, this brilliant scientist was brilliant and respected… He hadn't wanted to be a distraction… he liked when Perceptor would suddenly call him frantically, begging him to come to him. And no matter what he was doing he would always find some way out of it and return to his Lover's side. "I always need you… You're so… so smart… and I don't know how I was lucky enough that you would ever wanted me…"

"Is this about my position back on Cybertron?" The insecurities were popping up like broken rivets on sheet metal, bursting underneath the pressure. And finally the one thing in their relationship that had always gotten in the way was being exposed. "Light, my brilliant Lightspeed." A thumb rubbed back and forth against a cheekplate softly, not caring that they were in the middle of the Rec Room and that most of the Bots there were staring at them. "You underestimate your own intelligence."

Shaking his head, he was being kissed again, that mouth hot and scorching against his own, making him shiver as his lips were being nibbled lightly. "I'm not…" He was trying to protest…

"You are, believe me. Your Spark is the kindest one I know, but also you have little faith in your abilities. I believe in you."

Not wanting to think about anything other than Perceptor and those words that were actually making him feel a lot better about himself, he was wrapping his arms lightly about the slender waist, pulling him closer their warm frames brushing up against one another softly. "Really?"

"Really."

"I love you." He whispered softly, allowing himself to be cuddled by the smaller Scientist, need it badly.

A breathtaking smile was touching Perceptor's lips at those words. "I love you too, Lightspeed."

He looked like a Christmas tree.

Glitter and tinsel were plastered across his frame, green paint dripping down from his helm and down over his beautiful crimson paintwork. A trail of green footpad marks ran from the door through Perceptor's quarters and into the cleanser. Armour littered the floor along the way, green globs spattering the floor about each piece, almost like someone's bad idea of a painting.

Perceptor felt his lips twitch upwards from where he stood in the doorway, excitement racing through his systems, Lightspeed was home early from a mission with the Technobots. He had received the most wonderful recorded message… one that had left him desperate to get his hands on his Lover… When those azure optics looked at you from within the holo-message and whispered about how much he missed you… loved you… wanted you… How could you resist?

However, it seemed someone had gotten to Lightspeed before he had. Clearly the poor Technobot had ended up on the wrong end of one of the twins' pranks. Though that now meant that the Technobot would be forced to strip down completely and take a long run in the cleanser. HE could even hear the water still going.

Hurrying forwards, he was soon at the doorway, finding it open and leaning against it for a moment, pale blue optics scanning the steamy cleanser room, catching sight of the crimson frame and his mouthparts went suddenly dry. His glossa flickered over his lips, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat as he was realised the Technobot had gotten rid of all his armour. And suddenly he was hungry… very hungry…

A soft absorbent 'towel' was being rubbed over the crimson helm, Lightspeed humming softly to himself as he was still unaware of Perceptor's presence and the Scientist took advantage of that. Skittering forwards low to the floor, his stabiliser servos silent against the tiles, before he was suddenly dropping to his knee joints before the other, arm reaching around the back of the other's knees… Before pulling him forwards…

A cry of startled pleasure escaped Lightspeed. A burning hot mouth suddenly swallowed his entire spike, while an arm clamped down about his knees, preventing him from pulling away. A glossa was teasing along the underside slowly, lapping and tasting every inch of the half hard spike, the result of the rather heated run in the cleanser. Pulling back slowly he was creating a delicious friction about that length, his denta scrapping across it before he worked his way back up it slowly until his olfactory sensor was pressed against the warm hip.

"Per…cy?" Shuddering, Lightspeed could barely get anything out besides heated groans, that mouth working magic on him, his frame slumped backwards against the wall, entire frame shivering as he slumped back against the wall behind him. Soon enough his spike was at full attention as those slender hands were wandering up and down his frame, teasing wires, stroking down across spinal plates and beneath them.

A glossa flicked over the end of that length, optics glimmering in delight and amusement at the hard spike that now hovered before him. The tip of his glossa swept over his own lubricant dampened lips, gazing hungrily back at the length, before his head tipped upwards enough to meet the pleasure filled gaze of Lightspeed. A hand was lightly sweeping over his antenna and audios, caressing the warm metal in soft strokes, gaining a soft low purr from the Scientist.

"I got your message." Percy dipped in closer again, elegant mouth closing around the tip of that spike again, nibbling across the heated metal, glossa circling about it slowly. Leaving it damp, he was venting warm air across it watching it jerk slightly in reaction. "You came back early for me."

"I wanted to spend the evening with you… I had a few…" A heated moan escaped him, shuddering under the effects of his lover's touch.

"If those ideas of yours involve… you, me and the berth… I would be happy to oblige." A glossa was sliding from base to tip slowly, venting heavily across the heated metal, nibbling up the underside, feeling it quivering under his touch. Percy couldn't help squirming, his hips wiggling against the pressure behind his own plating, lubricates already seeping out in anticipation for what might come if he played his cards right.

"They can…" A hand stroked down the curving length of the Scientist's back, before touching that warm aft and dipping down just a little further fingers coming away wet with lubricants. A smirk touching his lips before his head arched back as Percy nipped hard at the tip, making him jerk slightly with the feeling, letting out a growl of heated pleasure. "You're all wet, Percy… Strange considering I was the one that had a run in the cleanser. What's made you all wet, Love?"

Perceptor shivered at the sound of that tone, he loved it when Lightspeed got excited like that and talked in a rather dirty fashion to him, it promised him so much. "You…"

"Would you like a reward for doing such a good job?"

Rewards could take a surprising number of forms… sometimes a treat like a new science text or new object that Lightspeed would bring back for him. Though at other times it meant the most delicious of 'plays'… The last one had been a long slow 'facing, one that had lasted for close to an hour, leaving Perceptor moaning and hot for a joor afterwards.

"If you would be so kind."

"Up then… Love." Strong hands curled beneath his elbows, helping him to his servos, before he was being kissed rather deeply, that other mouth tasting and exploring his own, purring at the taste of his own lubricants on Perceptor's lips.

One of the soft cleaning rags was picked up from the rack and curled about his optics, suddenly cutting all his visual feeds as he was forced to shutter his optics to protect them from the brush of the fabric. He was being blindfolded, his slender servo was being cradled in large hands as he was being drawn out of the cleanser and into their bedroom.

"Getting inventive?" Perceptor chuckled as he was suddenly letting out a cry of delight when he was suddenly lifted from the deck, cradled in strong arms for a moment before he was being settled out across his berth, his hands were reaching to touch that warm frame… but his wrists were suddenly caught up in a coil of fabric, being lifted up over his head, exposing his chassis and frame to those hands.

"I try."

A pout touched his lips as he felt the ends of the cloth bonds looping around the head of the berth, preventing him from being able to still reach of the other. "I want to touch you…" He whispered softly, but he was squirming helplessly, excited by what his lover could be planning to do to him.

"Later, my Love."

"Please…" Hands twisted within the coil of fabric, tugging at it, hips arching off the berth, before one of those servos caught his lower leg and pulled down and across, practically pinning those writhing hips to the berth.

Perceptor's armour was soon clattering to the floor, every inch of his frame being caressed and stroked except for the one place he wanted to be touched. "Light…" His spike was trembling like he was, hard and his thighs were parting as his valve ached and grew wetter with each petting stroke. "Please…" He couldn't see the other, all he could feel was those hands and the distant sense of that beloved Spark so close by. "Please… please… ooooh…"

A digit was suddenly stroking lightly across his damp valve, rubbing back and forth lightly, teasing him, his hips were thrusting upwards against that hand. "Do you want me to make you overload?"

"Yes!" He was trying to thrust up against that finger that was tormenting him and drive it into his valve. But it was being held away from him, his lips parted slightly, soft mewling pleas escaping him.

Slowly one long digit was sliding into him, curling lightly and stroking against the inner walls, taking his time to rub around in slow circles within him twisting and then touching the hidden sensor bundle deep within and he was crying out. Mouth open he was gasping to pull cool air into his chassis, the heat washing upwards within him, his knees lifted slightly, exposing himself more to his lover's touch. Soon enough a second finger was being added, thrusting gently, stimulating him into whimpering lightly made, his hips arching and rocking, twisting slightly against the bursts of pleasure that were fluttering through him.

"Oh… oh… yes…" Hips were rocking against that one point of contact, moaning the other's name gently, he wanted more… oh he wanted so much more from the other. "Just… ooooh… there…" Another finger was stretching him out, lubricant dripping down onto the berth beneath his hips, thighs damp and shiny with his own fluids.

A hot glossa tickled across the tip of his length, teasing it with a few licks before a hand was curling about it gently, long fingers sliding slowly up and down across it. The gentle touches were making all the sensors across his metal skin come alive with a trickle of heat, those fingers were working their way deep into him, his hips were quivering slightly, head rolling back against the pillows, almost whimpering.

"More… please… Light… please…."

His head dipped slightly so that he could lick over the warm curve of the other's Spark casing, tracing his way around the edges slowly, optics dimming in delight as he was taking his time nipping and sucking at all those wires and cabling. "What would you like, Perceptor…?" Fingers were teasing against that sweetspot within his lover, thrusting just a little harder, stimulating him like that and just gazing into the face that was heated with pure pleasure.

"I… can… can we… m-merge?"

That brought a smile to his mouthparts, knowing that they would be face to face this time, his Spark twisted wildly within his chassis, almost catching in his throat as he watched Perceptor's body almost seem to offer itself up to him. Chassis arching upwards, the glossa slid over suddenly dry lips, that spike quivering and pleading for those warm touches to return, Perceptor wanted nothing more than to feel the heat of the other within him.

And there was a shift of weight across the berth, before there was a sudden weight resting across the Scientist's slender frame, a whisper of love and delight escaped him to know the other was there… so close to him. Their Sparks singing quietly to one another, before those fingers were slipping out of his valve, his body trembling hotly, shivering and shuddering but gasped in bliss when that hard spike was sliding into him.

His knees were being hooked over broad crimson shoulders, though they were being pressed downwards exposing him completely to being taken by his lover.

Their casings were sliding open, a fingertip teasing Perceptor's ports before connects slipped out from his crimson lover and jacked into his systems, filling him with a sudden rush of bright warmth and delight. Before the edges of their casings suddenly locked together and for a beat of his fuelpump there was nothing before…

Heat and love flooded every inch of his frame when the other's Spark brushed lightly against his own, surrounding him, catching him up and drawing him into the warm cocoon of affection that flooded the space between them. Their Sparks were coiling and twisting around one another before…

Perceptor was shrieking in pleasure.

That hot long spike was driving in hard and deep as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over him, Lightspeed synchronised their systems.

"Yes! Please!" Head thrown back against the pillows, his arms tugged hard at the restrains watching to reach out, wanting to touch his lover, desperate to pull him even closer to urge him faster… but no matter who he twisted, how he tugged at the retraints, he was not going to be able to escape.

The slick slide was making it ease for Lightspeed, his hand curling around to grasp the quivering spike, stroking it fiercely, but somehow making sure that the other didn't overload.

Hips thrust back against the movements, squirming as those hips were thumping hard against his aft, his mouth open as he was panting for air, desperate to cool himself but all that came out was more cries for his lover, he needed… wanted more… Lightspeed was keeping him wanting… Somehow the crimson mech was gripping his Spark, controlling his systems, forcing him to go higher… hotter running his limits.

"PLEASE…"

His body shock with the force of the movements, pleading for more, his Spark blazing brightly.

"Love you… love you…" He was moaning the words over and over again, the berth beneath him pooling with lubricants, his valve so slick that the movements of the other within him were almost frictionless, a burning heat… bubbling away.

He was so close… so close to overload… when…

Lightspeed was suddenly no longer within him, their merge Sparks had been pulled apart right before they had almost Bonded… almost become one being…

"NO! NOOOOO!"

And the blindfold was sliding downwards, resting against his throat as his optics flickered on and stared in shock at the crimson body that was straddling him, a hand about his spike…

Lightspeed had never…

And the crimson mech was sliding downwards impaling himself on Perceptor's spike right down to the hilt, a tight slick heat was suddenly about him and fingers were tormenting his valve again. He could not touch that beautiful body that was moving over him. Could only stare at that revealed Spark, the sleek slightly damp chassis, and watch his own spike vanishing into that tight body, it was close to throwing him over as muscle cables clenched about him. Fingers were reaching into his own chassis, teasing lightly across the glowing orb within… stroking teasing it…

"Light… Primus…"

Trembling lips whispered Perceptor's name as the crimson frame lifted itself slowly up and down over that hard spike, allowing Perceptor to watch every action, but not to interfere. They were both coming close towards the edge, unable to help themselves.

Suddenly the Scientist came sharply, filling his lover with heated fluids, surprise flickered across the other Mech's features as he gazed down at Perceptor as the other was crying out his name helplessly, before he was unable to help himself. Sitting completely upon that hard spike, he was completely filled by his lover, his length trembled… before coming across the slender chassis…

He was crashing forwards, unable to hold himself up as the other remained within him, his helm resting against the centre of Perceptor's chassis, trembling hard, barely able to move from the powerful release that had swept over him. Panting desperately to cool his systems, his hands were trembling as he felt that spike still within him. It was so deep within him… he could understand why his lover liked it so much…

Wrists twisted in the bonds, before a hand lifted to release them, Perceptor instantly reached down to cradle the red frame against him, a fingertip actually reaching down to touch where he impaled the other, gaining himself a helpless little whimper from Lightspeed. "You… let me take you…"

"I thought it would… please you."

"It did… You know how to please me…"

"You up for another round?"

Perceptor smiled, feeling the other's spike twitch against his lower chassis. "I am if includes you seeing how loudly you can make me scream…"

"Oooh… I'm up for that."