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Thundercracker sighed out a large plume of smoke, head lolling to the side. A small bit of ash fell off the end of his dwindling cigarette onto Skywarp’s expectant palm.
“Come on, TC.” He goaded, urging his palm closer. “You’re almost done with it anyway.”
“No thanks.” Thundercracker shifted his arm further off the side of the bed, unable to move further due to the Skywarp parked on top of his abdomen. “Get me that ashtray over there, will you?”
Skywarp’s eyes darted to the sidetable where the ashtray was just out of Thundercracker’s reach and frowned sulkily. “Just use me.”
“I said no, Warp. You know I hate doing that.” TC huffed, stretching his arm out further. “I’m not Starscream.”
At the mention of Starscream, Skywarp’s expression darkened. “Fucking duh. Whatever. I just don’t see what the issue is when I’m literally asking for it.”
Thundercracker rolled his eyes and decided not to dignify that comment with the argument that always followed. If Skywarp wanted someone to hurt him casually, then he could just wait for their chronically too-busy partner to come home and do it. Annoyed, Thundercracker shifted to sit up and put out his cigarette on the now in-reach ashtray. He gripped onto the bitter feeling of annoyance as Skywarp settled in closer, naked chest pressed against TC’s breasts. His lanky body was warm and the texture of his torn up jeans was rough against the lowest part of Thundercracker’s stomach. So annoying.
“If you won’t burn me, then at least kiss me.” Skywarp hissed, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
Thundercracker thunked his head onto Skywarp’s shoulder instead, treading a hand around his waist and up the lean muscle of his exposed back. Skywarp’s back tattoos were all done by inexperienced hands after a night of drinking, leaving the skin raised and scarred where ink was pressed too deep. TC lightly raked his nails over it.
Skywarp snorted a laugh, and just like that, Thundercracker’s building annoyance washed away. Skywarp carefully pulled his gloves off and wrapped him into a tight hug, calloused hands gripping for purchase onto any part of Thundercracker that he could reach. TC leaned into him heavily, nosing into Skywarp’s sharp collarbone. Skywarp squawked at the sensation, and before TC could stop him, he launched a critical tickle counterstrike.
Thundercracker growled over the rising laugh in his throat and flopped them both over, wrenching Skywarp and his wiggling fingers off of his sensitive sides. Skywarp laughed hauntily as TC crawled on top of him, face framed by his mess of dark hair. He yanked Skywarp’s arms over his head by his wrists, and Skywarp replied by grinding himself against TC’s front with the exact kind of desperation that he knew would drive him crazy.
“No tickling! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Thundercracker snapped, ignoring Skywarp’s pathetic attempt at a distraction. Trying to, at least. Averted eyes could only do so much.
“Like you don’t know!” Skywarp snapped back, grinding his hips mindlessly. He pouted a little, eyebrows furrowed. “Serves you right. Not burning me or kissing me? What did you expect?”
“You’re the worst.” Thundercracker muttered, eyes cast down. He moved his thigh and rammed it between Skywarp’s legs at the exact moment he rolled forward. Skywarp gasped, caught off guard by the action. He rolled vigorously against him; his jeans catching on the wool fabric of Thundercracker’s slacks, hips chasing little pricks of pleasure. Those stupid fucking slacks. Skywarp hated how often he wore them now. The frequency was made worse by Starscream’s recent comment about how they made him look attractive. Like he wasn’t already the hottest guy in the room.
“TC, take your pants off.” Skywarp complained breathlessly. His hips worked against Thundercracker’s thigh with increasing fervor, pleased that at very least the thick inner seam of his denim jeans was giving him some friction. Thundercracker huffed, petulant.
“At least try to be romantic.” He said, pulling his thigh free of Skywarp’s grinding. Skywarp made a pathetic sound at the loss.Thundercracker rolled his eyes again, releasing his wrists at last in order to get to work undoing his belt buckle.
“I was! Nothing more romantic than saying I want you. Like now. Right now.” Skywarp said, smirking. Now that his hands were free, he shoved one down his jeans and rubbed his dick against his palm. Not to brag or anything, but after some recent totally mature comparisons, they’d found that he had the biggest dick of of them all. Size wasn’t everything, except when it was. He smiled to himself, cocky pride reignited. Thundercracker eyed him with suspicion.
Skywarp’s other hand grabbed at Thundercracker’s loosened belt and tugged sharply, whipping it free with an abrupt thwip! The leather slapped against his arm, leaving a mark. Thundercracker yanked the belt free from Skywarp’s hands before any new impulses could form and threw it to the floor without looking.
Skywarp continued to fuck his palm in staggered, short movements, his other hand uselessly pulling at the loosened fabric of Thundercracker’s pants. Thundercracker was in no rush, while, as usual, Skywarp was desperate to get things moving. Thundercracker shifted back and wiggled himself free of his pants at last, but Skywarp was a little disappointed to see his boxers still on. Thundercracker smiled a bit at his cressfallen expression.
“Relax. You can take these off me later.” He soothed, crawling back over Skywarp with renewed interest. “I’m serious. Relax.”
Skywarp jerked his hips faster, hand sinking deeper into his jeans. Thundercracker leaned over him, nipples brushing the numb expanse of Skywarp’s top scars, hot breath fanning over the side of his neck. “I said,” Thundercracker grabbed his frantic hand and pulled it free, “fucking relax already!”
“Come on, TC!” Skywarp grunted, face flushed. “What’s with all the denial tonight?”
“All the denial is because you can’t ask for something to save your life.” Thundercracker hissed, leaning back slightly. He took both of Skywarp’s hands and placed them onto his hips. “Keep these here. Right here. Until I say otherwise.”
“Or what?” Skywarp replied, smiling. Thundercracker considered it.
“I’ll strap your least favorite vibrator to your clit and go watch a movie in the living room.” Thundercracker replied a moment later. “Simple and easy.”
Skywarp’s face fell. “I thought you’d at least suggest something fun. That sucks.”
“Then I guess you better be good.” Thundercracker replied, sliding his hands down Skywarp’s forearms and up his shoulders. Skywarp smiled again, softer. His leg was shaking with impatience though, and as Thundercracker inched closer, Skywarp’s grip tightened hungrily. Thundercracker kissed his collarbone carefully, his own hands now braced at either side of Skywarp’s head. He continued to pepper him with little kisses until finally licking a long stripe up the length of his throat. Skywarp laughed a little at that, voice rough.
Kissing for them was always a bit of a battle, even when Skywarp was doing his best to relax. It was just how they were. The moment that Thundercracker pressed his lips to his, the war was waged. Skywarp licked into his mouth immediately, eager to get the jump. Thundercracker only pressed in harder, hotter, and slower than before. Tongue pressed against hot tongue as Thundercracker tilted his head and Skywarp moved in. They kissed and kissed and kissed. Thundercracker lowered himself down to get in closer. Skywarp’s hands squeezed with every trilling sensation, lips wet from his clumsy angle. Skywarp snagged the edge of a lip with his canine and managed to get the smallest of exhales from Thundercracker. Fucking finally!
Now that he thought about it, this is probably why Thundercracker had been hesitant to kiss him to begin with.
The kissing deepened and shallowed; the push and pull of the kiss both mesmerizing and hypnotizing. Thundercracker was making a great effort to take his time while Skywarp was doing all he could to keep things fast and messy. Starscream always complained that they were too different, too difficult, too much to balance, but that never seemed to stop them from making it work. It was this specific kind of back-and-forth that kept things interesting. Balance was for losers anyway.
Thundercracker pulled back with a loud exhale of air, his ears hot and mouth shiny from all of their shared saliva. Skywarp couldn’t get enough of the sight. He gripped Thundercracker’s hips hard enough to bruise, pulling his crotch against his own. He made a special effort to drag the wet spot of Thundercracker’s boxers directly across the rough edge of his fly. Thundercracker stuttered a gasp at the cutting sensation, but the kiss had done its job of loosening him up. Instead of pulling away, he shifted his knees up to either side of Skywarp’s thighs and worked his jeans down with a grunt of effort.
“Help me take these off.” He said bluntly. Skywarp shrugged, working hard to act indifferent. He landed somewhere between helplessly horny and aloof.
“I don’t know. I might need my hands for that.” He said, smirking.
“Fine, fine.” TC huffed, face flushed. Skywarp snickered to himself as he pulled away, shucking his jeans off in one clean motion. Unlike Thundercracker and his obnoxious boxers, Skywarp was in the habit of going commando. He snorted as TC’s gaze fell heavily to his leaking pussy.
“Want a bite of-” Skywarp started.
“I’m eating that.” Thundercracker announced at the same time, flush darkening. They both looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. Thundercracker shuffled closer on the bed, smiling a little goofily. Skywarp liked that he could be a little silly with TC during sex. Trying to be lighthearted with Starscream was almost suicidal. Almost.
“I’m not stopping you.” Skywarp replied, laying himself down. Thundercracker crawled back over him, eyes scraping over his body hungrily. He began his little kisses around Skywarp’s lower stomach, right above his hips. His kisses started involving a little more tongue around his upper thighs, swiping down from the warm top to the sensitive inner part. Skywarp grunted at the sensation. Thundercracker was always annoyingly thorough with his teasing.
He used his hands and pressed Skywarp’s thighs open more, thumbing dangerously close to Skywarp’s dick. His hips bucked up, but instead of backing off, TC ran a thumb over his throbbing clit with a smile. At Skywarp’s keen, he kept up with the motion, adding a little more pressure.
“Love to see you worked up, Warp.” Thundercracker confessed breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful.”
Skywarp is sure he said something cool in response. A lot tended to get blurred and lost when his dick was getting touched. Thundercracker’s hand dipped down into his wet pussy and then returned to his ministrations, gliding a little smoother now. Unexpectedly, TC pulled on his dick sharply, causing a startled groan to leave the back of Skywarp’s throat. When had he even thrown his head back anyway? He tilted his head to look at TC with confusion.
“You looked like you were about to come, so...” He replied, wiping his wet hand off on his boxers. Skywarp rolled his eyes.
“So what? I thought we were moving slow or whatever.” Skywarp muttered, stomach tight with built up tension. “I can come again if you just wait a sec.”
“I wanted to eat you out,” TC said, like that justified the cut-off. At Skywarp’s confused expression, he rolled his eyes. “and have you come in my mouth.”
“Oh. Yeah, okay.” Skywarp relented. He tried not to miss the fading feeling in his gut, wishing that TC would just get on with it. Thundercracker leaned up to steal a quick kiss.
“It’ll be better than just my hand anyway.” TC said, finally dipping his head down. Skywarp looked down his chest to see the moment that Thundercracker’s tongue finally made contact with his dick. The feeling of his hot wet tongue brushing up his length sent a dizzying prickle through his whole body, and he felt his whole face flush. TC kept going, tongue licking up and down his dick, taking special effort to suck a little at the throbbing tip. He manhandled Skywarp’s thighs open even more, hands under his hips to help get a better angle.
Thundercracker’s tongue flicked around the folds of Skywarp’s pussy, attentive as ever. A long flat lick across the length of his pussy ended with a kiss to his tip and an embarrassing moan from Skywarp. He hadn’t even realized that his hands were gripped to his sides, knuckles strained and half hidden by bedsheets. With the strangling remains of his sense of awareness, he shifted one to grip Thundercracker’s hair instead, pulling him down onto his dick without any grace whatsoever. TC obeyed his pitiful motion, doubling down his efforts on Skywarp’s clit with increased vigor. Kissing, licking, sucking, repeat. Skywarp shivered a little as the heat coiled up tighter and tighter until-
“Ughh,” he said unintelligently, riding the high of his orgasm right into Thundercracker’s warm mouth.
Thundercracker licked unto him gently, pulling back a moment later with a wet face and eyes crinkled with loving mirth. He loved seeing Skywarp like this; his body loose, face hot, mouth crusted with drool he hadn’t wiped off yet. It simply never got old. Skywarp blinked slowly, relaxing heavily down into the bed like a cement block settling onto a riverbed. Like usual, he drifted off into the half-sleep state he always entered right after coming.
TC didn’t mind. He took an extra second to fumble around their bedside table, looking for something that he could use to finish himself off. His scrounging was interrupted by a familiar scoff from behind.
“You didn’t bother to clean him up?” Starscream chided, undoing his mock scarf with a gentle pull. “And you say my aftercare standards are abysmal.”
“He’s not done yet.” TC replied, shrugging. Starscream’s eyes raked over the unconscious sprawl of Skywarp, and he arched an unimpressed brow. As if summoned to consciousness by the desire to prove TC’s point, Skywarp’s eyes opened slightly.
“TC’s right.” He replied groggily. “‘m not done yet.”
“You’re in no shape to be of any use.” Starscream snapped, removing his belt. He glanced back to Thundercracker and the well-loved vibrator he was currently debating over. “Give that here. You’ll take too long otherwise.”
Skywarp made a sad noise at the dismissal, but Thundercracker only beamed at the prospect. Starscream only rolled his eyes and moved within touching range. Thundercracker rose to his full height, giddy energy radiating off of him brightly. Starscream cupped his cheek and pulled him down, head tilted and mouth parted. Skywarp closed his eyes, content to lay there and hear the slick sounds of Starscream guiding TC through another bout of slow kissing. Losers, both of them. He didn’t need them. He was fine.
“Warp,” Thundercracker panted, and Skywarp’s eyes snapped open. He was flushed all over, hair still messy and eyes drooped with lust. Starscream was sucking at his neck hard. TC’s eyebrows pinched in pain, but the small smile on his face never quit. “Want you to watch.”
“Okay.” he agreed easily.
The vibrator hummed to life and was immediately muffled by the fabric of TC’s boxers. Starscream pulled off of TC’s bruised neck with a wet pop. His mouth moved to scatter tender bites along Thundercracker’s exposed shoulder, his pointed canines pressed deep enough to leave indents. The vibrator buzzed as it was pressed up harder against TC’s pussy. Thundercracker moaned quietly, body wilted over Starscream in a half embrace. Skywarp sat up as Starscream adjusted the angle of his wrist, rolling it further between TC’s parted thighs. Thundercracker jolted, fingers curling up a little as Star increased pressure again.
“Why are you both just standing there?” Skywarp asked, scooting closer. He ran a hand over Starscream’s upper thigh, stopped just below his ass cheek by Star’s petulant swat. He pulled his hand back with a small grin.
“Touch me again without asking,” he hissed, sparing Skywarp a waspish glare, “and see what happens.”
Thundercracker grunted as Star’s once carefully increased pressure sharpened. “Warp, don’t.” he begged. “I’m- It’s okay. I like it.”
Skywarp couldn’t help his eye roll. He shuffled over to Thundercracker’s side instead, content to shove his face against his waist and thread his hands up to fondle TC’s breasts. He thumbed over Thundecracker’s nipples slowly before giving into his own impatience. He rolled them between his fingers and pulled at the same time as Starscream kicked the vibration setting up, eliciting a guttural moan from Thundercracker. Skywarp rose to his feet behind TC, taking more of his weight on as TC’s legs became less stable under the Star’s ministrations. Thundercracker leaned heavily onto him as Starscream leaned in, kissing along his neck.
Skywarp made brief eye contact with Starscream through the sweat-curled hair at TC’s nape. His smile sharpened with Star’s short nod, and with thumbs still rolling over Thundercracker’s nipples, he kissed Starscream over TC’s slumped shoulder. Kissing Starscream was very different from his kiss wars with Thundercracker. Starscream liked the control usually, but often when it came to Skywarp, he allowed himself to be led. Skywarp licked into his mouth greedily and Star melted. The sounds must’ve been obscene, because Thundercracker- despite all the other stimulation- spared them a wanting glance. Starscream adjusted his angle again and TC closed his eyes at the sudden rush of sensation.
Skywarp kissed Starscream for a little longer, enjoying the wet heat of Star’s mouth while half-focused on keeping Thundercracker upright. His hands shifted down to gripping Thundercracker’s hips as TC tensed up suddenly, head thrown back at the rush of his orgasm. Starscream smiled against Skywarp’s lips and gripped the vibrator tighter, not letting TC escape as his body spasmed. He whined helplessly, wiggling against Skywarp, but sandwiched between both of them like that, there wasn’t anywhere he could go. The burn of overstimulation wound Thundercracker up even more, and every time he shifted away, Star only continued to chase him.
It wasn’t until TC's flushed face turned to bury into Skywarp’s neck that Starscream finally relented. He pulled back and clicked the vibrator off. Thundercracker shivered, stunned by the rush of it all, muscles spasming every now and again. His knees were shaking. Skywarp kissed his forehead and dragged him down to the bed. It wasn’t until he threw his leg over Thundercracker’s torso that he registered the wet boxers that they’d neglected to take off. He whipped them off gracelessly, still not sure how they’d gotten that far without that crucial step. Starscream wiped the vibrator off with one of Skywarp’s shirts that had been left on the floor, similarly still overdressed.
Sensing Skywarp’s gaze on him, he pulled a clean towel from a cabinet and threw it at them both. “Clean yourselves up.” he said, voice layered with affection. Skywarp gave him an obnoxious two finger salute and began his assault on the wettest parts of Thundercracker’s thighs. TC hummed and directed him with a dazed voice, eyes still glassy.
After they were cleaned up, bed remade (at TC’s demand), and Starscream fed the dinner he’d forgotten again (another TC demand), they all curled up together in their usual cuddle puddle under the covers. Starscream had hogged the middle, as he typically did, and Skywarp had to reach across him to catch one last good TC boob grab. Thundercracker grumbled and removed his hand, content to meet in the middle by placing both of their hands over Starscream’s hips. Star smiled into his pillow. Greedy bastard.
“Screamer.” Skywarp whispered a moment later, shifting slightly. Starscream opened his eyes just enough to glare at him. “Tomorrow, before you go to work, can you do me a favor?”
“No.” Starscream replied shortly. TC snorted behind him.
“I want you to burn me with your cigarette. Like, put it out on me.” Skywarp whispered. “TC was a big baby about it earlier and refused to do it.”
Starscream’s eyes widened with interest. TC scoffed and pinched Skywarp’s arm a little. Skywarp retaliated by flicking him. Starscream’s eyes narrowed once again. Skywarp grabbed Thundercracker’s hand and scooted both up to cradle Star’s waist.
“We’ll see.” He said a moment later, sighing out like the question had burdened him greatly. “I highly doubt that you’ll be good enough at five in the morning for it, though.”
“Five... in the morning?” Skywarp muttered. Why did he ask specifically before Star had work? What the hell was he thinking? Jesus fuck. “Whatever. I’m an angel at 5 AM. Fuck you both.”
“Okay, great, now shut up and sleep.” Thundercracker said sharply. “Goodnight. Love you two.”
“Love youuuu.” Skywarp replied cheekily, hugging them both in closer.