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These meetings were few and far between, Blitzwing being a Deceotion, and Bumblebee an Autobot bot. The risk was high, death or imprisonment for their little unions. But for Primus's sake, Blitzwing needed more of Bumblebee.
He just couldn't handle it, the overwhelming need to just hold Bumblee in his servos, clutch onto him for dear life. He needed to hear his jokes, his giggles, his moans. Bumblebee was a drug to Blitzwing, and Blitz just couldn't get enough.
Bumblebee was held tight by Blitzwing, his servos latching on to the minibot with an intense grasp. His digits touched every piece of Bumblebee that he could. Bumblebee's door wings fluttered as Blitzwing savored the feeling of them moving in his grasp. Bee himself was holding onto Blitx for dear life, diggest leaving small scratches in Blitz's armor.
Blitz's spike was just so big, and filled up Bumblebee so well. Bee could feel it making space inside him, and he couldn't help but whimper and moan at every slight movement. Bee couldn't see straight, as he bounced himself on Blitzwing's spike.
one of Blit's fingers brushed up against one of Bee's horns, noticing how it made Bee squirm just a tiny bit more. " Jour so vocal vein I do this." Blitz half chuckled, as random took over for a second, his long tongue lapping at the horn. Bumble whimpered more as he struggled to keep the fast pace. "Jour doing so good, keep it up." Blitz encouraged, as one of his palms warped around Bee's waist. "do you need a little help?" Blitz teased, loving the endless flow of moans coming from Bee's mouth.
Blitz's grip tightened around Bee, as she changed positions, with Bumblebee's back to the ground, still wrapped up in the lustful embrace. From there, Blitzwing took control, thrusting into Bee, as the minibot practly wailed. Blitz smirked as he saw the dazed look on Bee's face. He saved every fine detail to memory, as he thrusted into Bee with careful enthusiasm. The minibot was oh so tight around his spike, and he LOVED it. Blitzwing loved every squeeze from Bee's valve, every shutter from it. Blitzwing felt it the moment Bee overloaded with the jolt of his body, and the incomprehensible mess of words coming from Bee's mouth. Blitzwing only picked up his name from the mess, and could feel his own overload coming soon. Blitz picked up his pace and shoved himself as deep as he could reasonably go.
After all was said and done, Blitz rolled himself on his back, hugging Bee tightly still. They'd have to clean themselves up tomorrow, but for now, Blizwing savored the touch from Bee.