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Odd Couple	By : DeeDaday Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 16228 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Ah, the obligatory kink chapter. I say again: dialogue sucks because of Lockdown and I resent him for it, but I wrote this whole thing JUST for the last bit. You know you're in a real relationship when... :]
Warnings: chaps, cock-ring, slight D/s, a mention of rimming, OOC sex-slave Prowl.
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Little Bit of Leather
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"Wow."
Lockdown was a man of few words, but there really wasn't any use in verbalizing at this hour of the night.
Especially not when he had woken up a bare minute ago (due to some obnoxious tingling at his groin) only to find Prowl, hair falling loose around his long face, straddling him. That would have been word-sapping enough, but the young man was also perfectly nude save for a pair of sleek, trim chaps fashioned from soft black leather. The front opening framed the young man's flushed, erect shaft and the rest gift-wrapped his willowy legs, provocatively spread just inches from Lockdown's bulging sheet-bound erection.
Did he mention the handcuffs? There were handcuffs. They sat pretty against the kid's hip, nicked straight from his police uniform and hooked into the chaps, but their mere shiny metal presence was enough to send Lockdown's gut to twisting like a Chinese finger-trap.
"Do you like what you see?" the devil asked, cool voice gone husky as he teased a finger down his boyish chest, drifting lower and lower—like he wanted to grab himself and pump, just to have Lockdown's greedy eyes on him as he did it.
"Depends. Will I like what I feel?"
The first thing Lockdown did was reach for him, because he could nearly feel the youth's soft, tan ass encircled by that leather and wanted to dig his fingers in and do other unmentionable things, like flip him on his back and slide his tongue along his firm ass until he cried and begged for more. He tried to sit up but Prowl's hand came down hard on his bare chest, forcing him back onto the bed with a creak. He leaned forward far enough that their shafts scraped through the sheets—even gave a twitch of his hips to add to the effect.
"You move and I stop," the young man whispered, sliding his other hand down to rest on Lockdown's groin, squeezing the warm flesh lightly.
"Whatever you say, officer," Lockdown answered with a depraved grin, putting up his hands and settling back onto the pillows.
The sheets went up to his waist and chafed like crazy, but Prowl made no move to free him despite—or perhaps in honor of—his satisfied smile. After a slow interlude of trailing his fingers down Lockdown's beastly white chest, he stroked the fabric leashing in the other's thick, twitching shaft. The texture's sting just wound him tighter: dark salty spots stood out on the sheets from where his cock leaked through. Prowl bent to swirl his tongue over the tender trapped head, sucking him through the sheets until Lockdown, control fraying violently, growled and tugged at anything he could reach.
Finally, Prowl pulled the bedding away and pushed Lockdown's rigid pink cock into his mouth, moaning wantonly around the warm flesh. Lockdown cursed and rolled his hips, fisting the sheets, then looked up to see Prowl pull away all too quickly and slip something past his lips, almond eyes waxing mischievous. Even with the young thing blowing him (or getting there), it was murder to look and not touch: Lockdown's eyes were on the other's erection, slender, pink at the tip and slick with arousal. The black leather begged for him to dig his fingers in and make it creak, the handcuffs cried out to be whipped off and slapped over skinny wrists.
He was listening to their fetishistic little cries and planning his timely table-turning of their owner when he was distracted by Prowl taking his erection deep into his throat. He groaned in pleasure, any thoughts of misbehaving thoroughly derailed by the push-push-pressure. Beyond the delicious slide into the other's silky throat, Lockdown felt something tighten in a steady descending way, in time with the slow and unusual scrape of the Prowl's teeth, and twitched, biting his lip. The pressure remained even as Prowl drew away for the second time. He looked down: the sensation had its source in a black rubber ring around the base of his veiny shaft, flushed skin puckering underneath it.
Lockdown felt the effects immediately. All of his red arousal bottlenecked within seconds, engorging him until he felt the blood pumping through every twitching inch. The faint pain only intensified the sensation of Prowl's hand as he began languidly pumping the older man's swollen, spit-slick shaft. Calluses were divine hell, and something Prowl had aplenty. Lockdown cursed as the rhythm spread from his groin, making him grit his teeth and fight not to grope for the devilish young man, to bend him over and—
"Is that uncomfortable?"
"Stings nice," Lockdown hissed through his teeth when he found his gravelly voice, licking his lips and tasting salt. He could get used to this heady, desperate pulse, the aching hypersensitivity, provided it exploded sooner or later. He gave his lover a wry look, inked brow rising. "Don't last long enough for you, kid?"
"You always do," Prowl purred, reaching for a nearby bottle and teasing it down his own chest, exotic eyes lidded as he popped the cap with one hand wrapped around his own erection. "I just want to see how many times you can make me come before you beg me for release."
Lockdown couldn't stand to sit still after that. The rules had flagged enough that Prowl, albeit after a watchful silence, allowed his lover to reach forward and stroke him while his own hands busied themselves with the lubricant, fingers swirling reverently over the man's thick member and giving the occasional tug that made Lockdown hiss passionately.
"God, you're so big," he hissed, unable to resist mingling the wet slide of his tongue with the sticky substance, laving at the rigid length as though it was hell not to push Lockdown deep into his throat again.
When Prowl finished, he was so slathered with fluid that he shone atop that desperate flush, veins standing out and pulsing with lust. He also ached horrifically, but that was nobody's business but his own, apparently; he still had to wait for Prowl to slide onto his chest like a slender little Asian succubus and kiss him as one granted a favor—with a certain sense of arrogant benevolence. Finally, he reached back over the creamy, black-girded curve of his ass and pushed Lockdown's red cock into himself, groaning. The raw sound escalated into a cry as Prowl sat back roughly and the length slid inside to the hilt, slender body shaking with tight pleasure and a limit reached but not broken.
"Come on. Fuck, darlin', come on—"
Lockdown bucked underneath him, straining and snarling; one hand grabbed backward and clapped down on the headboard, making the wood squeak as his world narrowed to the heat and pressure around his erection. He wanted friction. He physically couldn't stand to have Prowl tight all around him and not thrust up, but the other man rode him slowly, shiny chaps creaking with every gyration of his hips. Hand cupped around Lockdown's, Prowl led the dragster to pump his seeping erection with abandon, every husky moan inflaming the ragged drumbeat that was Lockdown's own member, sliding in and out of a beautiful kid at a sadist's pace.
After no more than five minutes of it, Lockdown snapped and grabbed the other man's beach-wood hips, digging his fingers into the leather—the sound, the feel of it—and forced Prowl onto his shaft again and again, pleasure finally pounding under his skin and into his burning gut at the rough treatment.
"Oh—god, oh yes, yes, yes—make me come! Please don't stop, oh please--yes!"
Lockdown listened to the minx's escalating whimpers and the slap of his pinkened skin through the roar in his ears, and when he came it was as if his cock geysered, or even snapped out of the ring with the inflamed spurt of fluid. Prowl threw his head back and wailed loud enough that it might've been true. Somewhere in the blazing convulsion of orgasm, he felt the kid's jizz patter across his stomach the same moment Prowl ended with a strangled mewl, hands clutching blindly at anything they could reach.
Afterwards, Prowl abruptly sagged into him, finally going soft and pliant as the flush faded from his sculpted cheeks. Panting though he was, Lockdown still stole a deep, satisfying kiss when the kid dismounted him and crawled up his chest, unmindful of the cooling fluid he had left on his lover's tight white belly. Lockdown chuckled and nipped at his ear as Prowl nosed into his neck, petting the young man's rear and slipping his busy digits into the edges of the chaps.
"One for one, huh?" Lockdown chuckled, more exhausted than he cared to admit. "Sorry for spoilin' your plans."
"It's about quality, not quantity," Prowl murmured happily, wiggling somewhat into the man's rough grip. "I should have known I couldn't contain you."
Lockdown grinned, fondling the kinky little mess for another minute or two before his fingers brushed cold metal with a delicate clanking noise.
"So... what were the handcuffs for?"
"Dramatic effect." Prowl shrugged, drawing a circle around his nipple before looking up and smiling. "And your turn, of course."
Without warning, chaps bulged around his own white thighs and his hands were cuffed over his head, Prowl grinning demonically over his spread legs and leather-trussed cock—which dissolved into dark ceiling and a tightly shuttered window as he woke up with an unholy start.
Lockdown blinked until he could feel his body again, then fell back on the old bed with no small amount of creaking. Uncommonly still, he simply lay in the sheets and let himself settle into the chilly dark, grinning slightly as the dream dribbled back to him in bits and shiny leather pieces. Yes, he loved his mind.
He reached down and felt himself: firm and warm, as suspected. His sleepy body jumped to a nice pulse once he rolled over and saw the kid's bare back turned to him, rising and falling peacefully. Lockdown teased the covers down until he could see the delicious dimples in the small of Prowl's warm back, fighting not to slip a hand inside his pants and run it over his nice unaware rear.
It was five ‘till 6. Lockdown reached over, unplugged the kid's alarm and plugged it back in, having no idea how to turn it off, then draped himself over Prowl, breathing in his natural sleep-scent and nosing at his neck. It only took a few seconds of neck-kissing and general through-the-sheet fondling before Prowl was roused, turning over with a groan and fussing blindly with Lockdown's roving hands. He mumbled something, and Lockdown kissed him firmly on his sleepy mouth, one hand rubbing up the kid's thigh.
"You ever thought about wakin' me up with chaps and a cock ring one'a these days?" he rumbled in his ear and pressed closer, the definite heat of his erection sandwiched against the skinny man's back. Prowl stirred seriously, sniffed, then found Lockdown's face with his hand—only to shove him off of his shoulder and away from his back with a fierce grunt.
"Ugh. Get off of me. Your breath smells awful," Prowl hissed, pushing his disheveled hair away from his face. He fumbled until he got an elbow beneath himself and picked up his alarm clock, glaring then staring at the blinking numbers. "How—"
"It's six," Lockdown grumbled somewhat forlornly, hand to his spurned nose. Prowl glared back at him puffily and tugged his ponytail out, scraping his fingers through his hair and retying it as he pushed himself out of bed and onto his feet, padding towards the bathroom at a grumpy pace. Lockdown leaned back in the sadly spotless sheets and grinned, hiking his leg up to hide his very proud tent.
"Y'didn't answer my question, ninjacop."
Prowl's boiling glare was enough of an answer, complete with an addendum or five that the dragster wasn't eager to test, as most involved lifelong celibacy if he ever proposed sex before noon--or a healthy tooth-brushing.
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