robothell | ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

First Aid licks his lips as he pulls back, tingling from the charge. He feels a bit naked without his mask -- he's often debated having his face removed again -- but lips do come in handy sometimes.

He presses soft kisses to Rampage's cheeks as soon as he's able to move, careful not to lean too much into his open chest plating. The medic laughs light and airy, his vocalizer a little staticy from the charge still coursing through him.

"That was an overload. What do you think?"

"Oh," is the first thing Rampage manages to say, staring blankly up at the battered metal roof of their impromptu den. "That was- I didn't expect-"

His fans hitch and he glances down to meet First Aid's gaze. He didn't realize he was capable of feeling that good or that a spark - his spark - could bring so much pleasure.

He sits up suddenly, arms wrapping around First Aid in a bear hug and burying his face against the small mech's neck. A staticky click escapes his vocalizer.

First Aid settles in, patiently waiting for Rampage to recover from the rush. The first time is always very intense-- especially a spark centered overload. And really, fumbling into overload by yourself didn't quite compare to having another set of hands.

"Whoa," he yelps, almost slipping down Rampage's chest as he moves, but the huge arms curling around him make sure he doesn't go anywhere.

He had to admit, being completely enveloped like this didn't do much to calm the pulsing of his spark. The warmth against his neck had him heating, his fans spinning a bit faster to keep up. First Aid curls his arms around Rampage's shoulders, feeling very small against him.

"You okay?"

"Mmph." Rampage is just going to curl up around First Aid for awhile. Until he stops feeling quite so overwhelmed and emotional. He growls internally at himself for being ridiculous but... He hasn't had a lot of experience with pleasure in his life, and to have it come directly from the part of himself he so often loathes?

Well, if First Aid had his empathic ability, he'd be practically drowning in gratitude.

As it is, he just mumbles against First Aid's neck. "M'fine." A pause. "...Thanks."

First Aid knows he probably should be more concerned about his health. The thought that the mech's sharp teeth were so close to his neck or that Rampage could kill him with a twitch of his arms doesn't really cross his mind though.

With closed chest plating the pleasure coursing through his field would be muted to most, but Rampage was different and still bared to him. His own spark aches deeper with sympathy the longer the mech holds him.

"It's okay to enjoy pleasure."

He couldn't see or move much, blinded and restrained by the bulk of Rampage's frame, but he touches what he can, petting over the panels slow and softly.

"I haven't... had much," Rampage says. Especially not pleasure that wasn't derived from the suffering of others.

Bit by bit, he loosens his grip on First Aid, relaxing from his soft touches. Hesitantly, he leans in, brushing his mandibles against his forehead.

First Aid's arousal is still pulsing against his spark, hot and tangy and it makes him groan, his own pleasure rising again. His spike stirs between his legs and he shifts at the strange sensation.

Rampage was usually so moody and angry. This was a side of him that made First Aid's spark flutter to see. Needless to say, he was a little smug with himself.

"That tickles," he mumbles as the mandibles brush against his forehead, his visor squinting slightly. It made the broken filaments inside shift, sounding like soft bells.

All of Rampage's squirming has First Aid trying to look over his shoulder, but held against the mech's chest he couldn't get a good angle. He starts asking a few half questions, trying to find if the mech's spike was out, until he just decides to move his legs to try and find out.

Rampage gives an amused rumble, tilting his head down to wiggle his mandibles against First Aid's face. He hasn't felt this downright good and relaxed since before Transmutate died. And he's never felt this physically satisfied ever.

The chiming of broken filaments almost has him asking a bit more after just what went down before First Aid found him, but he's distracted by the brush of feet along the length of his cord. It startles a groan out of him, feeling far better than the time in the facility when he'd coaxed his limp spike out of its casing trying to figure out what it was for.

First Aid has to be pretty careful not to kick Rampage in the spike as his foot finds the hardening girth; he almost does, startled slightly when the mech groans. He stills, too afraid if accidentally hurting the mech, but laughs at the scritch of mandibles against his face.

"Are you getting hard?"

Well, he knows he is, but he wants to hear Rampage say it.

"Mmm, yes?" There's a pressure in his spike that he's never felt before, throbbing in time with the soft pulsing of his spark.

He lies back again, one hand shifting to lightly rest on First Aid's back. His other hand quests downward to stroke curiously over his stiffening length, making him suck in a sharp intake.

This is so much different than before. His spike is much more sensitive, not to mention larger, thick and hard against his palm.

The slick sound of Rampage's hand curling around his spike and manipulating the delicate plating on the stiffening organ makes First Aid shiver, his spark pulsing with need. Pressure pools in between his legs, throbbing in his closed panels, and he curls against the mech's chest, groaning.

"Let me feel it? Rub it on my legs or face or something."

Rampage stares down at First Aid curiously, his hand slowly stilling on his spike. The medic's need prickles hard over the surface if his spark, intense with their chests so close together.

He lets both of his hands fall to his sides, leaving First Aid free to slide down and do as he pleases.

"Do what you want," he says, voice warm. After giving that pleasure, Rampage is happy to give First Aid whatever he asks for.

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.

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