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The wet, squelching sounds that accompanied each thrust of Offhand's digits inside that sweet little valve were music to his audials. They sounded just like he'd imagined they would, so many times in the past, but imagination could never match the beauty of what reality holds — nor the lovely sight of it. The poor thing already looked stuffed full with just two digits inside it, the plump outer lips puffy and sticky with sparkling lubricant, the neglected anterior node insistently blinking a bright yellow, as if trying to remind him of its existence. Not that Offhand has ever forgotten about it, oh no — he has been ignoring it very much on purpose. He simply, well... did not particularly care to actually pleasure the recharging bot. It's not like the little guy would appreciate such efforts anyway.
With a soft hum of consideration, Offhand spread his digits apart slightly, his intake watering at the sight of another thick glob of honeyed lubricant leaking out of the stretched opening. "Is there a part of you that isn't completely irresistible...?" the bot murmured, barely audible, even though nobody would be answering his question. Not with the only other bot in the room being deep in recharge. Offhand did not care for such details anyway, since, contrary to popular belief, he's not completely delusional, and so he's well aware that if the object of his affection were awake to see what's being done to their frame... well, things would've turned real ugly real fast.
A few more slow, leisured thrusts, and Offhand let his digits slide free from that tight heat with a wet pop, growing slightly impatient for a taste, even though he still had plenty of time to indulge. Strong, pale servos grasped yellow thighs with confidence and pushed them up and away till they were nearly touching the small minibot's chest. With that well-primed valve on full display, Offhand leaned down with no further fanfare, immediately stuffing his helm in between the spread thighs. His olfactory sensors were hit with a heady scent, one he couldn't exactly put a digit on — seemingly just an unremarkable metallic tang mixed with the natural scent of transfuids, but with something heavier underneath, something almost sweet.
With a wide grin — that the minibot would argue was not deranged — Offhand dove right in, giving the puffy valve a good, long lick, from top to bottom, savoring his little Bee's taste on his glossa, before delving between the plump folds to really get started. He slurped noisily, unashamed, as he licked and nibbled away at his "treat", the poor anterior node yet again going forgotten. Offhand's processor focused solely on swallowing down as much of that sweet lubricant as he could, unbothered by the mess he was making of himself, the sticky substance staining his cheeks and rolling down his chin. He stuck his glossa as deep inside his little Bee's hole as it would go, swirled it around, and massaged the quivering walls as well as he could, a moan of delight escaping him once the calipers inside began to tighten around the invading appendage and even more sweet fluids gushed out directly into Offhand's hungry intake. He drank it all down happily, optics sparkling with deep satisfaction.
Offhand kept at it for a while, optics going out of focus behind his dimmed visor. Primus knows he’s dreamed of an opportunity like this to come his way for cycles now, ever since he’s laid his optics on the little Bee for the first time. Were he a romantic, Offhand would’ve called it love at first sight, but that would simply not be true. Rather, it was lust at first sight that struck him. Those tiny sensory horns, the pretty yellow paint job, the cute, rounded cheeks, and those wide, bright blue optics… Oh yes, Offhand wanted to acquaint himself with his fellow minibot intimately. However, it seemed not meant to be, as the little scout was always watched over, always close to the Autobot command. So to think that a day like this one would come, completely out of nowhere — it was nothing less than a miracle.
Offhand vented deeply, at last leaning away from the wet valve with one last "goodbye kiss" to the quivering anterior node, a bit of a tease. He let the thighs he was holding up fall back down onto the berth with a dull thud. A grimace graced his faceplate once he began to fully sit up, his back platings protesting the sudden change in positioning — it seemed like he'd been lying down there far longer than he thought. The treat he got was well worth any discomfort, though.
With a quiet shlick, Offhand let his spike come out from its confines with a vent of relief. It's been hard for way too long now, stiff and already leaking, twitching involuntarily in anticipation of being put to use. If Offhand did say so himself, it was a perfectly respectable spike for a minibot like himself: with a satisfying length, and the girth perfect to stretch a needy valve's calipers just so — a tiny bit too much, just enough to force them to accommodate. He's certainly never gotten any complaints from previous partners. Stellar reviews all around, really.
"Ready, my sweet Bee? I've been waiting so long for this..." Offhand whispered, with no reply to come. His optics were glued to the smaller minibot's faceplate, watching for any changes in that neutral, relaxed expression, as he guided his spike towards the well-prepped valve, his free servo holding onto the bot's hip, idly caressing the transformation seams there. He let his spike slide between the damp valve folds a few times, getting it all nice and coated in the mixture of his little Bee's fluids and his own coolant, before positioning the tip at that small entrance. He pushed forward in a slow glide, patient but insistent. His spike popped right in with surprising ease, engulfed by tight, tight heat, hugged by perfectly relaxed calipers — perhaps if his "partner" were awake, then there would be some resistance, but alas, that sweet valve was perfectly pliant due to the little scout's current… situation. "Frag, little Bee… taking me so well… ahh, really makes a mech wonder just how many spikes you’ve taken before…"
Offhand, for just a moment, fought with himself to not just start pounding away. He took a deep vent and bit his lower derma, focusing on enjoying the feeling of finally being inside his little Bee. But it was only a moment, because he quickly realized that he didn't actually have to hold back. Because why would he? His little Bee was already perfectly primed to take a spike, so there was no great risk of damaging that cute valve, and even if he let himself get a bit too rough and did damage something — like, let's say, snap a caliper — then that would still not actually matter at all to his own safety, simply because Bee would not be able to tell who had caused it.
So, sufficiently self-assured, Offhand placed both of his servos around each of Bee's thighs, digits digging into the yellow plating, and swiftly bent the smaller bot in half. Lewd, loud squelching sounds penetrated the silence of the room, Offhand huffing and puffing as he plowed Bee's perfect valve with all he had.
"Nngh, so tight... taking my spike so, so well, my lovely Bee..." he blabbered, optics off lining as he focused on the sensations of that wet valve cycling around his spike, the calipers grasping at it in a perfect rhythm, as if urging him to go even harder, even deeper. Primus, what Offhand wouldn't give at that moment to have one of those fancy, expensive spike mods. One that would let him get deep enough inside to completely batter and breach his sweet Bee's gestation chamber, or one that would let him knot that small valve up and keep it stuffed with his transfluid till it takes. "My sweet little Bee would make such a good carrier... You'd like that, wouldn't you...?" ... Yes, a thought for the future, for sure. Now that Offhand knew what he’d been missing this whole time, he would not be sated with a single taste.
A few more harder thrusts had the yellow mini’s frame sliding up and down on the berth's smooth surface, the only thing keeping him from completely sliding off of it being Offhand's solid hold on him. And Offhand should probably be more alarmed by how Bee didn't react to any of the rough handling at any point, but he really couldn't bring himself to, not when he was so damn close. Pace turning more clumsy and sloppy by the klik, Offhand leaned down and slotted his dermas against Bee's, pried them apart with his glossa, and dove right in, tasting any part of the small scout that he could. Somehow, even his Bee’s coolant tasted sweetened.
Offhand's frame seized up, but he never broke the kiss, not until all of his transfluid was stuffed as deep inside of Bee's valve as he could get it. He gave a few more weak thrusts for good measure and then let his spent spike depressurize right out, promptly safely tucked back inside its casing. He broke the kiss with a wet pop, venting heavily, and admired his handiwork from above. "You're actually somehow even cuter than before, my sweet Bee... being a simple spike-sleeve suits you well, doesn't it?" The yellow minibot's plating was covered in small scratches and dents in places where Offhand squeezed too hard or didn't watch his talons. Their "shared" kiss left a mix of their coolants coating his faceplate in a delicate sheen, all sparkly and pretty. But most importantly, his little valve looked well-used, sticky, and swollen all over, with thick, gooey globs of Offhand's release leaking out of the entrance that's been left slightly gaping, still twitching and tightening around nothing. Nobot could possibly fault Offhand for taking a quick screen capture of such a beautiful sight.
"Poor thing, you still want... no, you need more, don't you? My slutty little Bee, so hungry for a spiking..." Offhand giggled and reached a servo down to palm at Bee's valve — he gave the anterior node a mean squeeze. "Didn't even get to overload yourself... I'm so sorry, my lovely. I didn't actually mean to leave you like this! It's just that I got so lost in how good you felt... well, I'm sure you can understand." The larger minibot chattered to himself, idly gathering some of the transfluid escaping Bee's valve up and halfheartedly stuffing it back inside with two digits. They went right in with no resistance. "But perhaps I could pay you back right away…? No point in waiting for another opportunity. After all, we've still got plenty of time to play. It would be a shame to waste it." Offhand's dermas curled up into a smile that lacked any actual affection. Now that he got his fill — at least for the moment, till he could go again — he wouldn't mind getting a "show" less focused on his own pleasure. His lovely Bee's expression was still perfectly serene, after all, and Offhand wouldn't mind testing just how much it would take to change it into something else.