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It was a quiet night on the Lost Light. If Megatron wasn’t currently occupied, he would have thought it too quiet and gone looking for troublemakers. However, he had a more important matter to attend to; making love to his dear Minimus. Slow, gentle rolls of his hips wrought a myriad of sounds from the other mech, each soft and sweet and leaving Megatron craving more.
Minimus was small, but that didn’t stop him from interfacing with a large mech like Megatron. It never did. Even though it felt like it took forever, over time the two had discovered what worked best between them in berth, and at this point Minimus could easily take the entire head of Megatron’s spike.
Megatron had no issue with this. He was very clear and sincere about that, no matter how many times Minimus apologized for being “such a valve mech.” In fact, he only emphasized even more how much he loved spiking him every time he brought it up. He would beg Minimus to pick the position, to open his panel so he could prepare him with his helm down between his thighs, and proceed to love him until he couldn’t overload anymore. And occasionally, like tonight, as he rocked the thick head of his spike into Minimus’ cute, greedy little valve, Megatron would let his servo wander down under the mech’s frame to tease his spike housing with the pad of his digit.
Minimus squirmed his hips away from the silver servo at his crotch, the movement pushing his spike in ever so slightly deeper and getting another moan out of him.
“Megatron,” he whimpered, putting his own servo back to push against Megatron’s arm. “No…”
“Okay, sweetspark,” Megatron purred with a soothing rub to the mech’s node.
Minimus relaxed and returned to moaning in his pleasure, and soon Megatron was graced with the sight of him arching in overload.
“Uh…Megatron…?”
The warframe pushed himself up on his forearms and looked down at the small mech kneeling between his thighs.
“Yes?” He asked with a smirk.
“Your spike needs to be out if we are going to do this.”
Megatron frowned. Minimus was a stubborn thing, he’d learned over their couple of months of being together. However, how his lover responded so well to his charm was far from lost on him. He smiled warmly and spread his thighs further, a shiver of charge making its way up his spinal strut as the action spread his valve lips further.
“Perhaps you could pay more attention to my valve this time~?”
Minimus sighed, but the co-captain could very clearly see the lust in his optics as he observed the array before him. His little frown turned into a smirk and he dove down, pressing his servos to Megatron’s thighs to keep him open, and before the big mech could stop him he was laving his glossa over his node.
“O-oh…” Megatron bit his lip to stifle another moan, but it came out anyway when he tried to speak.
Minimus’ mirthful optics flicked up to watch him as he kissed his node. “Now, Megatron, you know I don’t like it when you hold back~”
Megatron opened his mouth again, just when Minimus slid two digits into his valve, and all that came out was a much louder moan as his helm fell back on his pillow.
“Ooh! Oh, yes~” He rocked his hips against the mech’s digits, which curled upward as he delved in deeper and made the mech jolt. “Ah! Frag, right there!”
Minimus smirked and gave him what he wanted, thrusting his digits up into his interior node until he was squirming, hips jerking as he grunted and moaned in pleasure. Oh, Minimus wanted to hear him like this forever.
Then Megatron grabbed fistfuls of the sheet under him, vents working overtime to cool his heated frame, and Minimus knew he was close. He added a third digit, and with a concentrated rub to that sensitive interior node of his, he brought Megatron to overload with a shout.
Once the mech settled down, he pulled Minimus up onto his heaving chassis so he could gaze up at him. “I meant with your spike, but that works, too~”
“Would you like to try something new tonight?”
Minimus looked up from the datapad he was reading and tilted his helm. “Tonight?”
The silver mech sitting across from him smiled softly and nudged his ped under the table. “I can read your field. You’re horny.”
The small mech blushed and scoffed, but he hid a smile behind his datapad. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it…”
Megatron chuckled and leaned over the table, pushing the datapad down with one digit. “I think my honest nature in these matters turns you on.”
Minimus’ cheeks flushed a deeper blue. “How do you figure?”
“I just said I can sense it in your field, love,” he replied with a smirk.
“Oh…” Minimus looked up at him as he stood and walked around the table to loom over him. “Have anything in mind?”
Megatron grinned. “Perhaps.”
Effortlessly, he took Minimus by the waist and lifted him up out of his seat, the small mech gasping and clutching onto his chassis as he was carried over to the berth. Before he could make any comment, he was practically thrown down onto the berth, the soft mattress and blankets giving him a gentle landing even as Megatron climbed up on top of him and straddled his tiny waist.
“I want you to spike me.”
“Megs…”
“I don’t have to look at it, if that makes you uncomfortable. I can turn the lights off, too. You don’t have to deny yourself this.”
“Megatron,” Minimus sighed, gently petting the big mech’s chassis. “I can’t spike you…”
Megatron tilted his helm. “Will you tell me why? Please?”
Minimus was quiet for several long moments. The way he tilted his helm...it was...quite adorable... The larger mech started to pull away and he finally answered.
“It’s...undesirable...”
Megatron’s helm went the other way. “How so?”
The small mech gnawed on his lip and tried to hide by looking away. Megatron let him.
“I don’t…” Minimus vented and rubbed his optics with a servo. “You’ll think I’m...shareware…”
Megatron moved off of him and sat by his side, gently resting his servo on the mech’s chassis. “Why would I ever think that? Do you...have a mod?”
“No, but-” He cut himself off and groaned. “Sort of… I don’t know. I was just...born with it…”
“Minimus.” He looked up at Megatron, who gazed softly down at him. “There is nothing wrong with mods, whether you’re made with them or not. What do you have?”
The little mech put his servo on top of Megatron’s, threading his digits through the other mech’s, and vented. “A knot…”
Megatron stared for a long moment, then threw his helm back and laughed while Minimus stared back with wide optics.
“You’re worried I won’t like your knot?” Megatron chuckled, shaking his helm as he looked back down at his partner. “Minimus, I understand why you would be self-conscious about being born with one, but come on! Shareware wish they had a knot mod.”
Minimus looked away again. “It isn’t funny…”
He vented and nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”
“I know, sweetspark.” Minimus nodded as he reached up to trail his digits over Megatron’s chassis. “You really don’t have an issue with it? You don’t think it’s...strange?”
Megatron smiled and took the mech’s servo into his own again. “Of course I don’t. It’s a part of you, and you know how much I love every one of those.”
Minimus nodded, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. “Yes… Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll spike you. Just...don’t be weird, please?”
“I promise,” he solemnly assured him. “If you want to stop, for any reason, just say the word.”
With another nod, Minimus reached up and pulled Megatron’s helm down for a soft kiss. They smiled against each other’s lips, and the sound of a panel sliding open sounded through the room. Once he managed to pull away, Megatron turned onto his back and spread his legs before opening his own valve panel.
“I’ll let you have full control,” the ex-Con said when Minimus didn’t move.
Carefully, almost hesitantly, Minimus pushed himself onto his servos and knee struts, and crawled over to settle between the mech’s thick legs. Cheeks flushed, he looked up at Megatron looking down at him so adoringly he swore his spark would stop then and there.
“Do you...want to see it first?”
“Do you want me to see it?”
Minimus thought for a moment, then nodded and pushed himself up onto his peds so Megatron could watch him stroke his spike to full pressurization. It was as proportionate to his small frame as he’d expected, save for the base, which was quite obviously a bit larger than it normally would have been if not for it’s knotting ability. He didn’t look for too long. He didn’t want to stare and make him more uneasy than he already was, so he looked back up at his lover’s optics and smiled.
“Beautiful,” he purred, following it up with a rev of his engine. “Now give it to me, darling~”
Minimus didn’t know exactly what he’d expected, but after a couple of joors of pulling the most wonderful sounds and praises from Megatron’s vocalizer, and laughing and being happy about getting stuck in the mech’s insatiable valve whenever he overloaded, he knew he’d set the bar far, far too low for himself.