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Savour	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 2518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Breakdown panted.
His breath hot and harsh against the sensitive white supple metal of Knock Out’s neck.
And the medic loved it. Loved the delicious little tingles that radiated out and through his sensor net. Fingertips digging into Breakdown’s shoulders as those little tingles clashed then mixed with the waves of tightening pleasure from each vigorous thrust of Breakdown’s hips.
His helm fell back against the berth, optics closed as the beginnings of overload sparked through him. His own breath stuttered. He clung to Breakdown with hands and legs as the larger mech finally pushed them both past that steep summit and into a dizzying overload.

He cried out, hips jerking, valve squeezing down, encouraging and milking the release of Breakdown’s transfluids inside him. Making him moan as the hot fluid slid over active nodes, the added heat to the existing press of Breakdown’s spike making him shiver, lengthening his overload.
Knock Out smiled, his grip loosening, going from clinging to Breakdown to hugging him close. Enjoying the warm body above him, the weight pressed against him (Breakdown always braced himself up on his forearms, holding most of his own weight). Knock Out snuggled close, content to lay and enjoy the post overload haze.
Then Breakdown moved, easing himself from Knock Out’s valve and in the process shattering all of Knock Out’s contentment. It wasn’t that Breakdown was being rough or even intended to ruin Knock Out’s mood. Simply that the action, innocent as it was, let loose all the transfluid and lubricant Breakdown’s impressively large spike had been holding back. And just the feel of it dripping out of his valve, the smearing of it against his inner thighs made the medic’s optic twitch.
He hadn’t spent HOURS going over every inch of his plating with a polishing cloth just to be covered in transfluid and lubricant. The thought of letting it seep into his seams and congeal just disgusted him on all new levels.
No.
No.
NO.
He sighed sharply through his vents, catching Breakdown’s pleasure slowed attention.
“What’s wrong?” Breakdown frowned down at his partner, confused at the annoyance on those fine features. There was no way Knock Out was going to tell him he’d done a poor job at interfacing. He had scratches all down his back that said otherwise.
“Get a rag.”
“A what?”
“ A rag, Breakdown, a cleaning cloth! So I can clean all of this,” He gestured to the shiny slickness coating his groin and thighs, “off me.”
Knock Out spoke more sharply than he actually meant to but time of was of the essence here.
“Oh.” Breakdown realized what he meant and sat back on his knees, looking around him. Only remembering belatedly that the med bay was out of cleaning cloths and he’d failed to go to storage and get fresh ones……a certain medic having distracted him from that task with a sudden desire to interface.

He searched his subspace only to come up equally empty handed.
“Uhhhh, there aren’t any.”
“What do you mean there aren’t any?” Knock Out propped himself up on his elbows and glared.
“Well, that’s what I was on my way to do when you….grabbed me.”
“Fragged it, Breakdown! What am I suppose to do? Walk through the halls with transfluid dripping down my leg!?”
“Don’t get all upset. I’ll go to storage and get you some cloths -”
“The time it’ll take you to get to storage and back, this’ll all have settled in my seams and dried and then it’ll take me HOURS to clean out and -”
“Well, what do you want me to do then?”
Knock Out leaned forward, a smile curling his lips in mock sweetness as he snared Breakdown’s chin in sharp fingers. “I propose you use what is most available.” A finger tapped against Breakdown’s mouth to emphasize his point.
Yellow optics widened at the suggestion. “I… But -”
Knock Out jerked him closer. “You want to do this again?” He quirked a brow ridge questioningly.
“Yes.” An unnecessarily asked question, really. Of course Breakdown wanted to do this again. And again. And again. And again.
“Then I suggest you put your mouth to better uses than arguing with me.”
Knock Out released him, settling back on his elbows, splaying his legs wider in invitation. Sharp optics watching Breakdown’s every move.
Breakdown looked down, hesitating. It wasn’t that he hadn’t put his mouth on Knock Out’s valve or dipped his glossa in to taste the sweet lubricants. He’d done all that numerous times…..only BEFORE interfacing. Never after.
Knock Out clearing this throat loudly spurred Breakdown into action. After all, it was never a good thing to have Knock Out unhappy with him. It was always best to keep Knock Out happy. Good things always came from Knock Out being happy.
He shifted backward, repositioning himself. Leaning in to rest against his forearms once more, he reached out and cupped a thigh in his hand. Leaning down, he licked along the inside of one slim thigh.
Knock Out watched, felt the warm glide of Breakdown’s glossa licking up the lubricant. A thrill jolted through him that was wholly sexual but had nothing to do with the actual feel of Breakdown’s glossa. There was something to be said in dominating another with words alone. Bending Breakdown to even his most ridiculous whims. And he would reward his willing partner in the future but for now, his optics fixed on the mech between his legs, he’d simply enjoy the show.
All of Breakdown’s hesitation melted away, like the lubricant that melted against the heat of his glossa. So good. Then again, Knock Out had always tasted good. Only the finest quality of products went into his frame, mixing, creating a sweet tasting, perfumed lubricant that rivaled high grade in its intoxication.
He inhaled deeply, abandoning the now cleaned thigh to favor its twin with the same treatment.
Knock Out neither twitched nor moved, captivated by Breakdown’s sudden enthusiasm. Smiling at the pleasured moan from his assistant, the tightening of Breakdown’s grip on him.
Breakdown slid an arm around that thin waist, hitching glossy red hips higher as he ran his glossa over Knock Out’s valve. Collecting the offending fluids, swallowing their combined taste, sweet, tangy, musky. He pulled Knock Out closer, shivering at the tight arousal building in his own body.
More.
He wanted more.
His task complete, he licked his lips and looked up. Yellow optics almost golden with arousal, his spike swollen and throbbing. Breakdown moved up Knock Out’s body till he loomed over the medic.
Knock Out tilted his head back as Breakdown leaned in and kissed him. The heady taste of their fluids lingering on Breakdown’s glossa.
Breakdown kissed down to Knock Out’s throat, his arm sliding up the smaller mech’s back, fingers dragging along the lighted grooves. He leaned in close, urging Knock Out to lay back.
“No.”
No?
Breakdown pulled back, expression questioning.
Knock Out simply smiled. “No.”
“But -”
“No.”
“But…Knock Out -”
“No.”
“Knock Out, please.” Breakdown emphasized his need by sliding back and leaving a trail of kisses down Knock Out’s abdomen.
“And put myself right back in the position of being covered in transfluid and lubricant? No.”
“Knock Out….” Breakdown whimpered, needily, kissing Knock Out’s now closed interface panel as he stroked down a silver thigh.
“But I do have an idea.” Knock Out sat up, pushing his assistant back, sliding off the med berth as he slapped away eager hands. He walked, drinking in Breakdown’s kneeling form, body taut with need. He stopped at the foot of the berth. “Lay down.”
Breakdown hastily did as instructed, laying on his back, stretched out on the berth. Knock Out stepped up on the berth then knelt, not straddling Breakdown’s waist or hips but his thighs.
The medic smiled, looking over his partner. Spike jutting into the air, already slick with lubricant, hands clenching and unclenching in almost nervous anticipation.
Knock Out leaned over, his smile turning wicked, sending a shivering thrill through Breakdown. Taking one of Breakdown's hands in his own, Knock Out guided it to his own thigh, large fingers quickly, eagerly curling around. Then he took Breakdown’s other hand, guiding it to the swollen spike. Wrapping Breakdown’s hand around his own throbbing cord.
Knock Out sat back, his hand encouragingly caressing the forearm of the hand gripping his leg. “Now, put on a show for me.”
Breakdown groaned, his hand squeezing himself, optics locked on Knock Out. On that beautiful mech whose plating gleamed in the dimmest of light. Whose optics glittered like rubies when complimented. Whose voice made the dirtiest whispers sound like cultured poetry.
His hand moved up and down, faster. He squirmed, his grip on Knock Out tightening. His back arched off the berth as he panted, whimpering, squeezing harder. Hips moving up to meet his hand as his helm fell back, lips parted. Shifting restlessly against the berth, no longer conscious of Knock Out’s weight. He thrust hard into his hand, moaning Knock Out’s name as he overloaded. The hot jet of transfluid marking his abdomen.
He flopped back limply against the berth, exhausted.
Knock Out gave him a moment to recover before leaning forward. “That, my love,” He swiped a finger through the line of transfluid. “was beautiful.”
Breakdown eased himself up onto his elbows, mimicking Knock Out’s earlier pose. Smiling as Knock Out leaned in, holding out his transfluid stained fingertip to Breakdown. Who smirked as he leaned forward, mouth closing around the delicate tip, cleaning the polished metal of his essence before it slipped free.
Snaking an arm around the medic, Breakdown pulled him in for a kiss. Their mouths meeting, glossas lazily sliding against each other. He went to pull the lithe mech fully against him, only to meet resistance.
Knock Out pulled back slightly, smiling, optics flicking down to the line of fluid staining Breakdown’s plating. “Lets not place ourselves back at square one. I’ll go get some cleaning cloths from storage. I’ll be right back.”
He leaned in for a quick kiss before shoving himself off the larger mech and walking out the med bay.
Breakdown sat up and looked at the streaked line on his plating. He brought up a hand, two fingers gathering a good mount of the silver fluid, bring it to his mouth. He sucked the fluid from his fingers, optics narrowing to pleasured slits as he recalled the combined taste of he and Knock Out mixed together.
Smiling pleasantly to himself as he released his fingers. Clean.
“May not need cleaning cloths anymore.”
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