▷ Picture Perfect
-After a good round of rough interfacing with his twin, Sideswipe stretches and doesn’t bother trying to clean up like his brother. With Sunstreaker out of the room now– in the washracks, Sideswipe assumes– the red twin flops back onto his own berth.
Laying on his stomach, he pulls out the image of his favorite Praxian before rolling over onto his back. Primus damn… the twins really hit it lucky with nabbing such a gorgeous looking mech who also doubled as their best friend. Sideswipe’s optics look hard at the enticing pose his lover is in and– with him still feeling that high of post overloading bliss– starts to feel himself getting worked up all over again.
His valve was already filled and worked over thanks to his twin, so now his spike needs some attention~ Blue’s photo in his left hand, Sides’ right slides down to his wakening spike. He slowly strokes it… moving the palm of his hand over the ridges and feeling the length quickly starting to pressurize and extend the more his mind conjures up images and scenarios previously done with the grey gunner.
Soon enough, his spike is standing proudly and fluids drips from the tip. His thumb smears it and teases the tip at the same time, causing his frame to shudder and his hips to buck upwards as he gasps in pleasure.- Nnh… Blue…
-He’s imagining the gunner straddling him, gasping and moaning his name as he’s taken hard and fast. Sideswipe’s hand starts to pump his spike, envisioning that it’s his lover’s hot, wet valve that’s wrapped tightly around him. Primus Blue is so damn hot!
Usually, he would take time in really giving himself a good self servicing, but now all he wants is to just get off. To feel that third round of satisfaction ripping through his sensor lines. His hand works his spike faster as his mind continues to paint an image of his Praxian lover riding him.
Between the overloads before with his brother, and now this, it doesn’t take long for Sideswipe to reach that point of completion. Back arching off the berth, he moans out Bluestreak’s designation as transfluid erupts from the tip of his spike. The fluids decorate not only his hand, but his stomach plating as well, further making a mess of himself.
He slowly continues to stroke his spike as less powerful bursts come from the tip of his spike and die out. Engine purring happily, his dimmed optics look back at the photo in his other hand. He has to get Blue something like that now. As the thoughts race through his mind, his lips pull into a smirk as many ideas follow.- Mmh~