pure smut sorry gyus leol
warning: cum. and poets cuz i can ^_^ (not sorry)
ventings cycled throughout the heated and lustful atmosphere around the two mechs, exchanging glances were their words as none bothered to speak to the other, hands busy exploring one another.
ratchet ran his sensitive 'hands' over drift's hips, 'hands' that once belonged to somebody else, its previous blue coating was replaced by red matching the medic's color scheme.
ratchet have always adored his partner's frame, new or old, he saw drift as no different from deadlock, they both had their little charms, except drift was a much kinder version of deadlock, drift was someone who wanted to repent from his past mistakes.
drift have also always adored ratchet's brilliance and his swiftness, his desire to rescue and save have changed something in him, the medic would capture his heart despite him being grumpy (as in ratchet being grumpy.)
those lips of his have intertwined once with the swordmaster and ever since, he got addicted.
the medic continued his slow movements, dragging his charged spike though drift's warm and lubricated calipers that have welcomed him without resistance after not being put into stimulation for a good while, drift could not find the right moment to relax with his beloved for his busy schedule.
as much as the swordmaster appreciated the slow pace of their love makingc his time to take things in the medic's own pace and aswell as giving his lover the lead to go as he pleases, he silently wished his lover would pound into him.
as if on queue, ratchet could easily read his body language, from the slight trembling of his pedes, to the stuttering of his lips, it was all clear, but he liked teasing, and he wouldn't hesitate twice to do what drift wanted.
he suddenly delivered a harsh thrust, aswell as a sudden change in pace, spearing his spike into his beloved's warm wet heat, his tip made its way to drift's ceiling node, drift yelped, his surprise turned into pleasant pleasure quickly, wrapping his pedes around his lover's boxy waist.
he wanted more, more of what ratchet can give, to take an inch if given a mile, thats the duality of an ex decepticon, take more then given, to be greedy and unforgettable yet so forgiving and so kind.
the medic liked the sound of it, throwing his 'gentle frag' to match drift's etiquette, he lightly untangled drift's pedes that were once locked behind his back so he could hold the back of drift's knees, placing them on his shoulder before leaning closer to drift, chassis.
their sparks, warm and pulsating, drift's spark warm and pulsating thanks to ratchet, both so full, full of eachother instead of themselves.
drift's breath hitched before he brought his servos to ratchet's face, bringing him close to kiss his lips, intertwining their lips together, no matter how many times they do it, it always felt magical and special, ratchet didn't stall his movements, he thrusted back and fourth,
their lips muffled their voices, ratchet knew it was a shame to muffle the swordmaster's voice, it was the sweetest to him, his favorite melody, his favorite poetic conjux endura, but curtsy to his part to muffle his sounds he would sometimes find shocking that a medic like him could sound like that.
he picked up the pace, he was willing to fill his beloved with transfluid, knowing it was impossible for a spark to devolop, it was a weak sting to his spark but a mech could always dream.
drift's processor felt hazy, he couldn't form logical thoughts with the spike repeatedly abusing his ceiling node, the medic's abdominal armor plating would rub against drift's anterior node, sending sparks of charged pleasure through drift's spinal strut, it made him arch his back.
the weight of the spike inside of him, it belongs to his lover, the weight of his lips against his, it also belongs to his lover, it was all he could ever ask for, the loud sound of metal against metal would make him embarrassed if it was someone else's.
his overload was close, he parted lips with ratchet so he could speak, "r-ratchet! o-OH! mmmgh!! i-im gonna- AH!" no further words needed as his calipers tightened against ratchet's spike, lubricant was slowly leaking from the mech and staining the berth beneath them, his frame trembles as be bit his lips.
his lover was no different. "drift.. drift! s-slag!" his lover's valve was always so captivating, snugly welcoming his spike, his spike pulsated, a gentle reminder of his incoming overload, his engine purred in delight.
their overloads hit them like comets, drift shouted as his dark colored valve calipers tightened hard against ratchet's spike milking him of his worth, his own anterior node shined yellow brightly, his overload almost made him bluescreen.
ratchet grunts before he spread dirft's thighs apart, his mission for now was to go as deep as he physically can, he pressed close into drift's valve, abdomen armor against drift's aft, his spike ejected a generous amount of transfluid, aiming to the swordmaster's fuel tank if possible, that is unfortunately blocked by drift's iris.
so much transfluid it leaked from the small seams and escaped drift's valve since he could only hold some, they both vented heavily, their fans loud enough to almost block the sound of their breathing, both of their bodies almost blazingly hot, ratchet took a moment to look at his lover, blissed out, one of drift's arms covering the half of his face while the other gripping the berth sheets, slightly whimpering as his valve cycled to the amount of transfluid and warm weight of the spike inside of it, the fluids mixed with drift's lubricant mixed together making a hot mess (idk bro)
