robothell | ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

First Aid makes a delighted sound when Rampage's hands fall away and he wastes little time with popping his panels open. The lubricant that had started to pool in his port drips in a thick glob from the rim, and his hand curls around his own cord, giving it a squeeze and a rub that makes a little bead of fluid gather at the vent on the tip.

He lets himself slide back, careful not to scrape, until his aft bumps against the the hot, slick length. First Aid makes another sound, just as delighted as before and slips the dripping rim of his valve against the base, smearing the lubricant thag had gathered before he slides to the side.

"Oh wow, what a thick piece of equipment," he purrs, shifting on Rampage's lap so the spike was between him and the mech's stomach instead of beneath him. He leans forward, tracing a brightly glowing biolight with his tongue. "You've gotten this big all for me?"

A little soft 'oh' escapes Rampage as First Aid bares his array, fixating on the drip of lubricant on his plating and the sight of First Aid's hand on his cord.

His spark gives an unexpected harsh throb of arousal as he drinks in the display. He hasn't realized just the sight of someone's equipment could turn him on. The diagrams in the text book had done nothing for him, but First Aid was... oh.

He desperately sucks in cooler air as First Aid's valve rubs against his cord, his hands lifting slightly with the urge to grab him. But the little medic is busy and Rampage doesn't want to interrupt, so he hands hover idly in the air, unsure where to settle until one of them settles on his bent knee and the other tucks in a fist against his mouth.

Watching First Aid intently, he hardly notices that he's whining softly as the medic settles behind his spike. His voice rises into a moan as First Aid's tongue runs over his length, and he barely manages to stutter out, "I, um, yes?"

While this was supposed to be sexy, First Aid is drunk enough that sex itself is hilarious and he spends a moment exploring the hard length in front of him, fingers following the trails of biolights and squeezing at engorged tubes. He brings the tip to his lips, traps it for a moment with a brief suck, then lets it slip free and bounce back.

At the moment, a bouncing cord is utterly hilarious to him.

"How am I going to fit this in me?" he wonders out loud, then hums thoughtfully.

His visor travels back to Rampage's face, looking at him for a moment as his own own charge coils tight in the pit of his stomach. First Aid can't take it anymore after a moment; he was restless with charge and the heady smell of lubricant and transfluid has him shifting in the mech's lap.

"You wanna feel how wet I am?"

Rampage grips his knee tight enough to make the metal creak as he watches First Aid play with his spike, optics wide and feeling like he might burst at any moment.

Green light washes over them from his open chest, brightening and dimming with each hard pulse of pleasure. Little noises of pleasure escape him and he practically aches with arousal as First Aid has his fun.

It's not going to fit, he thinks. First Aid is so very small compared to him, and his cord is no exception. He tries to say so, but he only manages a strangled groan.

He's not sure if it's the look in First Aid's visor, his question, or the heady twist of the mech's arousal against his spark, but a shock if his own arousal stabs through him, sending an early spill of trans-fluid out of his vents.

His only answer is to nod fervently.

"Oh!" First Aid makes another exclamation of delight as the fluid spills from the vents. Like a bug to nectar he leans back in and lets the spill run over his lips and into his mouth.

"You're going to be a gusher. I bet you have a lot stored up in here," he says after swallowing, his hands patting at the metal at the base of his spike where his tanks would be.

The medic shifts, getting on his knees in Rampage's lap, and spreads his thighs. Lubricant was dripping freely from him now, running in sticky rivulets down his thighs. He touches the mech's arm, then moves it to his valve and spreads the soft mesh open.

"Go on. You can touch."

Rampage is shuddering hard enough to make the rubble around him rattle, unable to stop wordless little whines from escaping his vocalizer. He can't keep his eyes off First Aid, optics bright and fixated on the medic's lips as he laps up Rampage's trans-fluid. He is beyond overwhelmed by now, every inch of his body aching with sweet pleasing heat.

He would pretty much do anything First Aid asked him to right now.

Taking a few heavy in-vents to steady himself, Rampage slowly lets his hand drop from his mouth in order to press thick, slightly trembling fingers into the slick space between First Aid's legs. The mesh is so soft against his fingertips and his fingers are almost immediately soaked and- And his body tenses as he almost overloads again right then and there.

First Aid braces for the gush of fluid against his stomach as Rampage tenses, but relaxes when it doesn't come. He rubs his fingers in slow, soft circles against against the mech's stomach, keeping his other hand cupped over the huge palm pressed between his legs.

"Yeah, just like that--" he vents hard, rocking himself against the heel of Rampage's hand. His exterior node grinds against the the smooth metal, making him shudder, charge coursing over his frame.

"You think you could make me overload?" He presses against Rampage's fingers, trying to coax him to curl a few so he can sink down on them.

Rampage can feel the dip of First Aid's entrance under his fingertips, and at the urging of the little medic's hands, his fingers curl, pressing inside, slowly being engulfed by that wet heat, First Aid's pleasure pounding against his spark, the charge of his field prickling Rampage's frame-

His free hand snaps up to grip First Aid's waist, holding the small bot in place as Rampage's hips snap up. He arches off the ground as overload takes him again. Trans-fluid shoots high from his spike in a rather spectacular spray from the multiple vents. He drops back against the rubble, but his hips keep jerking erratically, each thrust upward accompanied by another gush of fluid, until gradually he relaxes and the flow tapers off.

All the while his fingers twitch and curl inside First Aid.

It's been at least ten years since First Aid was last with someone; while his preference for large toys made the stretch easier on his frame, months without them still made the rim of his valve slightly as the thick fingers press into him. They fill him, stretching him to his limit as he sinks down on them in gentle rocks of his hips, until his exterior node was flush against Rampage's palm.

His legs were shaking as Rampage thrust's up, caught in the rush of his overload, and First Aid doesn't have the time to brace for the spurt of transfluid jetting against his belly. Even the helpless twitch of the mech's fingers inside him rubs against his sensors and First Aid gasps as he clutches Rampage's arm, his port squeezing reflexively.

The warmth of fluid dipping down his belly and between his legs does it for him; First Aid arches against the fingers in him as he rolls over into a small overload, energy rippling over his shaking frame as his hips jerk involuntarily. Fluid, in a much smaller volume, spurts from the tip of his spike onto the crab mech's warm plating while lubricant gushes from corners of his over stretched valve.

When his overload starts subsiding, First Aid leans heavily into the larger mech, his fans spinning loudly.

"You must... ah, you must have a lot saved up in your fluid tank. Just like I thought. A gusher."

"Uh." Rampage isn't sure how First Aid can manage to form words at all at the moment, let alone complete sentences. Sagging limply back against his supporting rubble, he moans softly at First Aid's wet valve clenching around his fingers and the sensation of hot fluids slowly cooling on his plating.

His spark is tingling from his own overload and the aftertaste of First Aid's own, and he lazily shifts his fingers inside the smaller bot, curling gently against sensitive walls.

Finally he gathers himself together enough to actually online his optics and look at First Aid, his fans giving a short burst of speed at the sight of him covered in his fluids. Slag, some even managed to splatter on his face. Releasing his grip on First Aid's waist, he reaches up to wipe the drop away with a large thumb.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"Oh," First Aid moans, both hands clutching onto Rampage's forearm between his legs as he rolls his fingers in him. "Ah--"

He's sensitive after his small overload, his systems already primed to build charge again, and his plating rattles as a shiver runs down his struts. First Aid rocks into the mech's hand, pulling up and sinking down on the fingers inside him, his venting coming in staticy huffs.

"I liked it," he manages between huffs, then reaches up to take Rampage's hand and turn it so he can wrap his lips around it. His digits are smaller than his interface, easer for him to slide his mouth over and suck it clean of fluid. His visor shutters and he moans softly as he pulls back, giving the tip of the mech's thumb a parting flick with his tongue.

"Are you spent?"

The sensation of First Aid fucking himself on Rampage's fingers is incredibly distracting, if not just from the tight, warm squeeze and shift against his plating then from the sparks of the medic's pleasure it sends dancing against the surface of his spark, making the green beneath the surface swirl and writhe like a living storm.

"Oh," he says, voice hoarse as soft lips curl around his thumb. It might as well have been his spike First Aid was sucking for all that the motion makes his cord stir and repressurize.

"I, uh, no," he manages to stutter out as First Aid's tongue takes a parting swipe and his moan sends a shudder shaking down Rampage's spine.

Dammit, he's usually more eloquent than this.

As drunk as he was, First Aid still found it in himself to be impressed by Rampage's rebound time. Maybe it was part of his making, or his youth, or his experience; whatever it was, it wasn't any less delightful.

"Sweet Primus, aren't you a gift?" he breathes, fingers brushing up the slick underside of Rampage's hardening spike. "All ready to go again!"

Just touching the warm, wet metal plating makes his valve twitch, squeezing the fingers in him. He shudders, lubricant dripping down his thighs as he shifts on Rampage's fingers, trying to steady himself enough that he can reach a shaky hand toward's the mech's face.

"You wanna overload inside me? Watch it drip out, down my thighs..."

He pulls his hand away from Rampage's spike and wraps it around his own, stroking up it in slow, firm tugs until it was hard and twitching in his palm. First Aid makes some soft sounds, biting his lip as his hand slides up and down his cord, wrist twisting.

It's all of the above, really. He's young, inexperienced, affection-starved, and has a lap full of a scorching hot medic who really seems to know what he's doing regardless of his drunkenness.

Rampage whines happily, as much at the compliment as from the soft touch on his spike, and his fingers twitch reflexively at the warm squeeze of First Aid around him.

He leans forward to meet First Aid's touch, hungry for more gentle affection, and he groans loudly as the medic speaks, painting a delightful image clearly in his mind.

"Yes." That sounds amazing.

His optics and spark both blaze bright as he watches First Aid jerk himself to full hardness. Inside First Aid, his fingers wiggle playfully, while his other hand hovers over the smaller mech's spike, wondering if he should touch.

First Aid curls his fingers over Rampage's cheek, tugging him down a bit more to bump his lips against the mech's maw, his back arching and tensing as the fingers shift inside him. It feels so good. He doesn't even remember the last time he was so full. First Aid vents pull in a shuddering gust of of air, his plating steaming as coolant evaporates off him.

"Mmn--" The medic is a bit lost for words at the moment, too caught up in the shiver of charge crawling up his spine. He feels hot, his armor prickly like it was vibrating at a frequency indiscernible to outside perception.

"Touch me," he murmurs lips falling against Rampage's chest, peppering kisses along the edges of the folded back armor. If anything, he wanted to encourage the crab mech to explore.

It takes a moment for the medic to move his weight to his shaky knees, pulling himself up from Rampage's fingers slowly. He whimpers, his port clenching as he's emptied. He clutches at the red armor under him, then reaches for Rampage's twitching spike, fingers stroking down from tip to housing.

"So, so big. You can't mass shift it at all?"

Rampage rumbles softly at the kiss, brushing his mandibles against First Aid's face in his best approximation of one as his fingers work slowly inside of the medic. They're too large and clumsy to go searching for nodes to tease, but they're thick enough to rub against everything.

He obeys happily when First Aid tells him to touch, stroking strong fingers reverently over his cord, then up his belly and over his chest, then working their way back down, tracing over seams.

A small huff of disappointment escapes him as First Aid slides off his fingers, but it frees his hand to run his hand over his hip and side, leaving glistening trails of lubricant.

The firm stroke has him moan again, squirming under the smaller mech on his lap, small spills of fresh fluid dripping over First Aid's hands.

"Mmn, I don't... think?" His transformation involves very little mass shifting, so he's unsure if he's capable, even if he knew how to do it consciously.

"Hmm," First Aid hums thoughtfully, wiggling and arching in Rampage's lap as his hands roam his frame. He could wrap his hand around his whole torso; just watching the massive palm brush over his body does it for the medic as much as touching his spike had.

It bobs between his legs as it twitches, heavy with pressure and charge and scorching hot, aching with the need for relief. He presses a hand to Rampage's chest, using it to steady him as he eyes up the enormous cord.

"Gonna be a challenge..." It didn't mean he wasn't going to try. A good mix of total inebriation and thirst to have something huge shoved up deep in him.

First Aid has to lift himself up a bit more, leaning against Rampage's frame as he slides his valve over the tip, smearing their combined fluids over the folds around his rim. He lets the head catch and settles it to plug his opening, pressing down just enough to squeeze around the the vents aimed in him.

"W-Wanna help?"

Rampage shudders hard as First Aid moves to mount his spike, his spark and hardware practically aching in anticipation and his hands still roaming freely over the medic's plating.

The valve settling over his cord almost undoes him again, tremors quaking through him, his hips jerking slightly. First Aid is so tight and hot around him he can hardly stand it, the warm, wet slide over the head of his spike dragging a long moan out of him.

Shaky hands settle over First Aid's hips, lending no more assistance than their own weight. He knows he could tug First Aid down easily, spearing him on his cord. But the fit is already so tight, and his spike only gets thicker... As much as he enjoys the pain of others, this is definitely not the time for it.

He manages to groan out, "It's not going to fit."

First Aid groans in frustration as he rocks back and forth against the huge spike, trying to shift it inside of him. The rim of his port aches as he tries pushing down on it, stretched to his limits before he even has the head in. He lifts himself up off Rampage and presses a hand between his legs, spreading his opening with his fingers before he tries again, pulling at the lining as he pushes down.

"I just need to--" he starts, then hisses. "Ow--"

The head of the spike pops from First Aid's valve with an audible sound and he slips. He touches the rim gingerly, feeling for a tear, fingers coming away slick with lubricant and a tiny smear of energon.

"All right, maybe not."

Rampage is trying very, very hard not to let his hands clench too tightly around first Aid's little waist, or to drag him down to feel that amazing tightness all around him, or to overload again already... First Aid's attempts to ride him aren't helping one bit, however, and he's gasping and whining by the time the medic gives up, leaving him a quivering mess.

He feels the prick of pain on his spark, and he slowly rubs his fingers over First Aid's hips. "Sorry..."

He's both sorry and disappointed, his horns drooping.

No matter how wet he is, he's not going to fit Rampage's spike in him. First Aid makes a soft sound of disappointment as his hand lingers between his legs, softly tracing the rim. It aches, but he'll live; the overcharge dulls the pain enough he almost forgets it the moment his attention shifts back to Rampage.

"I'm too small," he huffs, looking at the mech's spike. He wanted so badly to have it inside him his frame ached. He couldn't remember the last time he had been fragged full. "I just wanted your first interface to be wonderful."

So he's not going to be able to fit him unless he spontaneously doubles his valve in size or Rampage figures out how to shrink his cord. First Aid kisses him softly, peppering them over the mech's shoulders.

"You can come on me instead? Or we can do one of those-- right before you overload you plug me up and..." he pats his belly. "All inside. But that might be a bit complicated for you..."

Letting his faceplates slide shut, Rampage shifts his hands to First Aid's waist and drags him up so he can nuzzle the smaller mech's face all over, mandibles tickling.

"This is wonderful," he says. Honestly, even before the first overload, this is literally the most intense pleasure he's ever experienced.

Sliding a hand down over First Aid's aft, he rubs a finger gently over the soft mesh surrounding his valve. He groans again as First Aid talks about what they could do, his spike throbbing at the possibilities. Burying his face against First Aid's neck, his finger sliding between slick folds to stroke over valve entrance and external nodes, he says, "Just tell me what to do. Whatever you want."

He's so very grateful right now. He just wants to make First Aid feel as good as he is.

First Aid curls his arms around Rampage's neck when he's pulled higher, his venting stuttering. His valve was still sensitive from the failed penetration, still a bit sore, but the gentle stroking has him clenching as he groans into the larger mech's neck.

Lubricant drips from his valve and smears onto Rampage's fingers and plating-- his opening is so hot, and the soreness from the stretch is complicated from his burning need to be filled.

He's shaky as he lifts his head, placing a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss against the crab mech's faceplates. First Aid strokes his hands over Rampage's shoulders, his legs spreading as he rocks back against the fingers rubbing against his nodes.

"Lay me down and get between my legs."

"Mm," Rampage answers, sitting up slowly. He curls one arm protectively around First Aid, the other hand continuing to gently tease his outer array. He searched for a good place to put First Aid down, settling on a fairly flat piece of broken wall.

He wipes the metal free of debris with a lubricant-slick hand then carefully sets First Aid down on it. He leans over the little mech, optics bright and wondering, venting heavily.

First Aid clutches tight to Rampage searches around for a flat and clean space to set him down, his face pressed against the rounded chest armor to muffle soft sounds of pleasure. He's warm, so hot, and the sensation of pressure builds in his pelvic array as his charge builds.

The metal is almost shockingly cool against his back when he's placed down. He gasps, back arching, and he twitches when he settles again. Slowly, he moves his thighs away from the mech's hips and draws them closer together, keeping Rampage's spike caged between his legs.

"Like this, then you can overload wherever you want too," he murmurs, placing small hands over the head of the cord and pressing it flat against his belly. With Rampage's hand in the way he can't push it to the folds of his valve, but he hopes he gets the picture.

"Like fragging me, but not inside."

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