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Regular Servicing	By : MetalEnvy Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 2430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own TF or make any dollars off it. Only own Riot, my OC.

Chapter List
- 1-Regular Servicing
- 1
First PWP or anything ever submitted. Yey. Hope you enjoy. R&R and all that good stuff.
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“You called for me, my lord?”
“Yes, Riot. Come sit,” Starscream said, pointing to the floor astride his bed. The commander was sitting on the edge of the berth, eyeing Riot expectantly. Riot obeyed the command and sat at Starscream’s heels. He so hoped for a repeat of their last sexual encounter, but kept them at bay, instead waiting for his lord’s orders. “I rather enjoyed that massage you gave me some time ago,” he started, omitting the part where Riot’s clever digits worked an overload from him. “I would like another, for my legs, if you would.”
Riot looked up at the silver mech with some surprise. “Of course, my lord! I’d be honored.”
Though, if the black mech was honest with himself, he was elated at the suggestion; if anything was physically attractive about Lord Starscream, it was those long legs and graceful, pointed heels. Luckily, Riot had gotten better at hiding his more exuberant emotions; his field was reigned in, though full of lust.
Starscream, ever impatient, placed a pede ever so deliberately in Riot’s lap to hurry him along. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Apologies, my lord,” Riot began as he started working his fingers into the fine arches of Starscream’s thrusters. The commander’s response was immediate: a small moan escaped his lips, his optics offlined, and his whole frame seemed to relax. The younger mech noticed, of course. He took his sweet time rubbing the whole foot, ignoring the immediate heat building in his interface panel and only focusing on pleasuring his lord. Riot bit his lip as his servos worked upward over the delicate ankle and farther up on the calf; his spike pressurizing just by touch, plus Starscream’s sounds and sometimes quick, sudden arches of his back at some spots. Still, Starscream was practically purring at the treatment. Riot repeated every step with the opposite heel and leg, until Starscream gave him an order when he reached the knee.
“Higher.”
The dark seeker was taken aback a brief moment before obeying and working both servos over Starscream’s thigh. The latter let out a very contented sigh and just barely spread his legs to allow Riot more room. Though, it only made the lieutenant more flustered; his hands started to shake the slightest bit and he tried his best not to stare between Starscream’s legs. Concentrating on the massage, Riot still found his optics gazing up at his lord, as he seemed to enjoy the attention the higher he went up. Then Starscream’s spike rose from its housing. Riot’s mouth immediately lubricated as his claws just barely dug into the metal of Starscream’s thigh, he sought his lord’s attention; “m-my lord-“
“Keep going,” Starscream ordered, though breathy and almost half-sparked. He smirked as Riot’s denta bit into his bottom lip-plate almost painfully as the younger seeker continued his massage farther. Riot stopped at the point between Starscream’s thigh and torso, whether because he was unsure or too shy to continue. “Did I say ‘stop’?”
Riot suppressed his whine as he got the hint, very shyly wrapping a servo around Starscream’s spike. The older mech let out a satisfied sigh and slowly began thrusting his hips into his second’s hand. Riot’s whole frame and sensornet alike were aflame with a heat and desire that he couldn’t suppress. He kept one servo on the commander’s opposite thigh while the other jerked his spike. Riot had a hard enough time keeping his own spike in its sheath, but he couldn’t keep his valve from lubricating, and it was surely a mess by now.
“S-sir,” the large mech started, “may I… may I suck your spike?” Riot asked, licking his lips pleadingly.
Starscream looked down at his obedient pet, granting him his wish; “you may.”
Riot could barely contain his swirling field as he leaned into Starscream’s lap; taking the gorgeous mech’s cock into his mouth.
Starscream was elated. He had this young mech on a chain, and he was already so willing. He placed a hand over Riot’s helm as the latter worked his spike with servo and mouth; his glossa practically dancing around it and reaching every crevice as if he’d gained even more experience from sucking spike since the last time.
“You’ve been so obedient, dear Riot. Perhaps you deserve a reward…”
Riot looked up, somewhat confused, until he felt the flat of Starscream’s pede against his spike paneling. He inwardly gasped and released his straining spike; Starscream immediately rubbing his heel forcefully against the newly freed length repeatedly. Riot couldn’t help but dig his talons into a silver thigh and moan audibly around Starscream’s spike, making the lithe seeker moan in return, pressing his pede against the underside of Riot’s spike while one servo went to the back of his head, forcing him to deepthroat his spike. Starscream pushed into Riot’s throat as the younger mech came, his transfluid spilling on himself and his lord’s heel. Starscream eased the rubbing to his lieutenant’s spike as the poor thing came down from his quick overload. After a moment, the superior officer pulled Riot’s head off his spike and let him vent.
“I-I’m sorry…” Riot apologized almost immediately.
“For?” Starscream questioned, though he knew the answer, observing the bit of oral fluid leaking from Riot’s intake.
“For c-coming so fast, my lord,” Riot stammered, looking away.
“Hmm. I could forgive you. Though, there is another place-“ Starscream moved a pointed heel between Riot’s legs and tapped at the valve cover. “-I can use to pleasure you.”
Riot’s optics brightened and contracted. Starscream seemed to actually want to pleasure him, and in a painfully erotic way. He allowed his valve panel to retract. Starscream still kept one servo wrapped under Riot’s face as he moved his pede against the soft but soaked folds of Riot’s quivering valve. Riot’s reaction was immediate; he moaned almost brokenly and ground his cunt against Starscream’s teasing pede desperately as his commander merely grinned at him.
“Stop.”
Riot did so, inwardly whining. Starscream moved into his lieutenant’s silver face with seemingly utmost refusal to keep the deviance from his own angular face. Starscream asked Riot, with nothing hidden: “do you want me to frag you?” Riot wasted no time in nodding his head, discarding every piece of modesty he had left. Starscream smiled still; “good. Stand,” he ordered. The larger seeker obeyed, slowly pulling himself from his lord’s hold and standing before him. Starscream stood with him, walking behind him, then placing a servo on the back of Riot’s neck and pushing forward. Riot was an anxious, nervous wreck: his frame shook, his wings twitched, his field occasionally burst with wanton desire. Though his helm was held firmly against the berth, he kept his smoldering optics on Starscream as the lovely seeker took his time feeling Riot’s frame, slowly dragging his claws down the dark back struts. Starscream brought his servos over Riot’s perky aft and deliberately dragged his thumb down the younger mech’s soaked folds. Riot tensed as Starscream said more to himself than the other: “such a big mech. Your valve should be big too, yes, Riot?” he teased. “So you shouldn’t need stretched.”
Riot tried to think quickly, searching his processor for a response and ignoring what should have been an obvious insult. “Y-you don’t h-have to, my lord.” Honestly, the idea of being stretched by Starscream’s spike alone brought him closer to overload; valve dripping and spike pressed firmly between him and the berth.
“Good,” Starscream responded. The silver mech spread the lips of Riot’s valve as he started the push in, quickly realizing that it was a tighter fit than he assumed. Starscream’s field overtook his subordinate in complete dominance. He felt Riot’s field barely respond in shy, shuttered lust and want. Riot couldn’t help but gasp quickly as he felt every inch, every ridge of Starscream’s slender length push its way into his valve torturously slow, almost teasing. He barely heard his commander sigh as he was fully seated and began a steady rhythm. Despite just starting, Riot was on the edge of bliss. The black mech was so close already just from Starscream entering him and every thrust brought him closer to that burning climax. He could barely cycle his vents, his optics were blurring, and his vocalizer was forcing out static. He’d wanted this for so long and it was finally happening… Then his whole frame locked up from orgasm; his vents cycled in short, quick pants. Starscream stopped, digging his claws into Riot’s side as the other clenched around him and seeped lubricant. He let out the quietest of moans as he watched the translucent, pink fluid drip between them as Riot started muttering apologies. “Already?”
“I’m sorry!” Riot whined, panting, covering his face with his servos. “I-I just-“
“Want me that badly?” Starscream finished for him. It was an arrogant guess, sure, but Riot made it painfully obvious how he felt about him.
“Yes sir…”
Starscream couldn’t help the way his wings rose and nearly fluttered with pride. The desire, the control, the dominance he had over Riot brought him to a new level of high, the way he felt from it all was incredible. The lithe seeker wanted to hold onto this as long as he could. He ran his servos over Riot’s gently shaking hips again and leaning into his audial as he spoke, “you don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”
Riot bit his lip for the umpteenth time and forced out a very timid “no, sir”.
“Good,” Starscream said again. He moved his helm away from the borderline cowering mech under him, his still-hard spike still buried in those sweet, dripping folds. He dragged a silver talon down Riot’s lowered wings. “You are not to come again without permission. Do you understand?”
Riot whimpered his acknowledgment with a simple “yes, sir”.
Without another word but a notorious smirk, Starscream continued his driving his spike into his subordinate’s valve, making the latter whine. He kept a tight, near possessive hold of Riot’s hips. Starscream watched the lesser mech’s face as it twisted in pleasure and his servos grasped a firm hold in the sheets of the berth. The silver jet realized in this moment, that it had been some time since he was able to dominate someone like this, to have control. And Riot gave it all to him willingly. Starscream ignored this important point for now and kept the steady pace of his hips pressing into Riot’s. The younger mech’s optics were unfocused, his glossa barely poking out of his intake. He very well could have died and gone to the Well at his point of pleasure. It gave Starscream a sense of joy and elation. Though, the telltale sign of Riot wincing told him that he was close again. “S-Star…” Riot whined.
“Yes?” Starscream asked, digging his claws into Riot’s hips.
Whimpering, Riot continued, “I- I’m close… May I-“
“Not yet,” Starscream scolded, quickening his pace.
Riot’s entire frame twitched every time it met Starscream’s and the poor mech couldn’t take it. He arched his frame into the older mech’s thrusts every time with soft whimpers until he could take no more. “Please! I can’t…!” Riot choked out.
Caught up in the heat of desire, Starscream relented. “Fine. Come, now.” Starscream’s claws dug farther into Riot’s hips as he practically growled, burying his spike deep inside his subordinate, filling him as Riot nearly sobbed with his overload, his valve gripping Starscream tighter than before. It took most of his strength (and even more pride) to keep from collapsing on the bigger mech after he was finished, listening to Riot whimper beneath him. Even with both seekers’ fans running full blast, it still took a good amount of venting to cool their systems. Eventually, Starscream pulled free of his second’s welcoming valve as the latter dropped to his knees but still clung to the berth, just barely avoiding his own spilled transfluid on the sheets.
After a brief moment, Riot started, “I’m sorry. I’ll leave in a moment, sir,” he said, keeping his helm bowed and away from Starscream.
“Leave?” Starscream asked before he could stop himself.
Riot even seemed a bit taken aback at the question; “yes, sir?”
The air commander huffed, debating with himself a brief second or two before adding, “not with this mess laying around. If you clean it up… I suppose you could remain in my quarters tonight,” he said, “since you were so obedient.”
Riot’s feminine face immediately brightened as he looked to his superior; “y-yes, my lord! Right away!” The younger mech got to his shaky heels and made his way out the door to retrieve his cleaning utensils.
As Riot went to fulfill the command, Starscream tucked his spike away and lounged on his berth, utterly satisfied for once. It felt nice to actually be able to relax and not be in any real pain after interfacing as he usually did with Megatron… He nearly dozed off when his subordinate returned with the proper equipment and quickly set to work to remove the evidence of their coupling. Starscream briefly watched him from his sprawled position before offlining his optics once more. A minute later, he felt a warm, moist cloth against his heel to remove the dried transfluid from it. Though he barely acknowledged it, he lazily looked to Riot, who looked like he was ready to receive another order. “Are you finished?”
“Yes, my lord. I cleaned everything f-from us and your quarters. … May I- I stay here tonight?” Riot stammered.
“Mm. I suppose.” Riot set his things aside and moved to get on the berth before he was stopped. “You may sleep on the foot of the berth tonight.” The bigger jet stalled a moment before giving a nod of acknowledgment and settling in his designated place at his master’s heels. He gave Starscream what could have been a grateful look and a small smile, but the commander paid it little mind before setting the lights to dim as he curled on his side to settle into recharge.
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