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kinkfestTitle: "Comfort"
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manga_queen
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex.
Word Count: 436
Prompt: Transformers, Smokescreen/Bluestreak - comfort sex - No more weeping or wringing of hands/Come with me to the promised land.
A/N: I'm sorry it's late
Bluestreak paced the other Datsun's room nervously; he'd frozen during their last battle and caused so many to be injured. He wrung his hands as he remembered what had happened to his home ‘No. Can’t remember.’ He though as he paced faster. “Don’t want to remember,” he muttered, flinching as the door opened.
“Are you okay?” Smokescreen asked. “Blue?” He walked over to Bluestreak and placed a hand on the other’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault, you know. You didn’t know anything like that would happen.” He turned the other Datsun around to face him. “So no more weeping or wringing of hands.” He leaned in closer, voice lowering. “Come with me to the promised land.” He let the hand on Bluestreak’s shoulder trail down to the other’s bumper.
Bluestreak shivered slightly; he hadn’t been expecting the other to do any of what was going on. He bit his lip nervously, but leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Smokescreen’s. He had expected to be pushed away, so it was a surprise to him when the other began to kiss back.
Smokescreen pulled Bluestreak to his berth. ::No matter what happens to him, it wasn’t your fault. You did all you could, Blue.:: He pushed his glossa into the other’s open mouth. ::He wouldn’t want you to blame yourself like this. Do you understand?::
The gunner’s optics widened slightly. ::O-okay.:: He reached forward and ran his hands over the other’s doorwings. He moved onto the other’s lap, straddling it as he played with Smokescreen’s doorwings. He gasped into the kiss when Smokescreen returned the attention. He moved one hand to trail his fingers over Smokescreen’s bumper slowly.
Smokescreen suckled the other’s bottom lip for a few moments before he pulled away, moving up to kiss the other’s chevron; he smirked as he ran his glossa over the tip. His hands still played with the other’s doorwings. ::You’re beautiful, Blue.:: He gazed at the other for a moment before he pulled Bluestreak closer.
Bluestreak moaned loudly and did his best to match the other’s touches, but Smokescreen’s hands were everywhere. Before he knew it, his body arched against the other’s and everything went black.
~~
Bluestreak groaned as he woke, surprised to find himself curled up against Smokescreen. “Smokescreen?” he asked, looked at the other. “Thank you.”
Smokescreen chuckled. “Ratchet sent me a comm.,” he said softly. “Everything’s going to be fine. Now, get some rest.” He wrapped an arm around the other, refusing to let the gunner leave. He didn’t need to worry, though, because the other was already in recharge by the time he had.
Author:
manga_queenRating: R
Warnings: Sex.
Word Count: 436
Prompt: Transformers, Smokescreen/Bluestreak - comfort sex - No more weeping or wringing of hands/Come with me to the promised land.
A/N: I'm sorry it's late
Bluestreak paced the other Datsun's room nervously; he'd frozen during their last battle and caused so many to be injured. He wrung his hands as he remembered what had happened to his home ‘No. Can’t remember.’ He though as he paced faster. “Don’t want to remember,” he muttered, flinching as the door opened.
“Are you okay?” Smokescreen asked. “Blue?” He walked over to Bluestreak and placed a hand on the other’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault, you know. You didn’t know anything like that would happen.” He turned the other Datsun around to face him. “So no more weeping or wringing of hands.” He leaned in closer, voice lowering. “Come with me to the promised land.” He let the hand on Bluestreak’s shoulder trail down to the other’s bumper.
Bluestreak shivered slightly; he hadn’t been expecting the other to do any of what was going on. He bit his lip nervously, but leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Smokescreen’s. He had expected to be pushed away, so it was a surprise to him when the other began to kiss back.
Smokescreen pulled Bluestreak to his berth. ::No matter what happens to him, it wasn’t your fault. You did all you could, Blue.:: He pushed his glossa into the other’s open mouth. ::He wouldn’t want you to blame yourself like this. Do you understand?::
The gunner’s optics widened slightly. ::O-okay.:: He reached forward and ran his hands over the other’s doorwings. He moved onto the other’s lap, straddling it as he played with Smokescreen’s doorwings. He gasped into the kiss when Smokescreen returned the attention. He moved one hand to trail his fingers over Smokescreen’s bumper slowly.
Smokescreen suckled the other’s bottom lip for a few moments before he pulled away, moving up to kiss the other’s chevron; he smirked as he ran his glossa over the tip. His hands still played with the other’s doorwings. ::You’re beautiful, Blue.:: He gazed at the other for a moment before he pulled Bluestreak closer.
Bluestreak moaned loudly and did his best to match the other’s touches, but Smokescreen’s hands were everywhere. Before he knew it, his body arched against the other’s and everything went black.
~~
Bluestreak groaned as he woke, surprised to find himself curled up against Smokescreen. “Smokescreen?” he asked, looked at the other. “Thank you.”
Smokescreen chuckled. “Ratchet sent me a comm.,” he said softly. “Everything’s going to be fine. Now, get some rest.” He wrapped an arm around the other, refusing to let the gunner leave. He didn’t need to worry, though, because the other was already in recharge by the time he had.
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