Catch-All For Cyclonus!

[tsunclonus]

WHO: Cyclonus and WHOEVER
WHERE: Around the city
WHEN: Sex pollen time
WHAT: Cyclonus disapproves of your new plant, Cybertron. Open to both Smut and non-smut if anyone wants to talk to a sexually frustrated Cyclonus
WARNINGS: Smut. Probably some angry Smut.


[A - Beginning]

Cyclonus carefully brushes metallic plants off of the forum console and is rewarded by multiple silver blooms opening up and engulfing him in a cloud of spores.

Backing away quickly, his fans gust a heavy burst of air, trying to purge his systems of the contaminant before it can clog his filters. Like he needs any more dust to wash from his body.

In tune with his body, Cyclonus notices the effects immediately, the early spark of heat that denotes arousal. He grits his teeth. There is nothing arousing about this situation. In fact, he rarely finds anything arousing. And yet the warmth is spreading beneath his plating.

That plant. Putting more distance between himself and the offending flowers, Cyclonus glowers at them and turns to leave, planning to ignore the growing heat until whatever it is passes through his systems.

How hard could it be?


[B - Later]

Cyclonus banks sharply, narrowly avoiding colliding with the side of a building, then drops into a partially controlled fall, transforming at the last moment for a clumsy landing, stirring up clouds of rust and dust.

He leans heavily against a nearby wall, thoughts clouded with crude fantasies caused by the burning flame of arousal those infernal plants lit within him.

He shouldn't have waited. He shouldn't have trusted it to simply fade. And now he can't even concentrate well enough to fly. He craves contact so fiercely, he aches for it.

Legs weak, he forces himself upright and tries to head in the direction of the clinic.

Comments

[tsunclonus]

Wing licking his fingers is a sight to make Cyclonus's fans quicken, arousal pulsing hot along his fuel lines. When he kisses him, he can taste himself on his lips and he groans, gripping Wing's hip with a clawed hand and grinding back.

His head tilts back, baring more of his throat for Wing to tease, lazily thinking that he could do with that mouth all over his body.

[knightlite]

Wing hums and leans in, nipping softly along delicate lines before his teeth catch at Cyclonus' collar. His optics flick up, softening as the tip of his tongue traces lightly down Cyclonus' breastplate and he starts pressing lazy, sucking kisses all over Cyclonus' frame. His mouth wanders--down Cyclonus' side, over his belly, long one arm to lick at the bend of his elbow, lips brushing his wrist, before he takes two of Cyclonus' fingers very carefully into his mouth and sucks. His tongue curls against claws and he makes a sweet, hungry little sound, his optics flicking back to Cyclonus' face as he pushes his hips down, shuddering all over lightly.

[tsunclonus]

It's not exactly ticklish, but Wing's mouth is so soft and pleasant and utterly unlike any sexual experience Cyclonus has ever had. It makes the corners of his mouth twitch gradually upward until the swipe of tongue on his elbow has a laugh bubbling forth from his lips.

It seems not only his sexual inhibitions have lowered.

"Careful," he says, voice deep and crackling heavily as Wing sucks his fingers.

The treatment may be gentle, but it's arousing all the same, and he groans softly as his rising charge.

[knightlite]

Wing looks up when Cyclonus laughs, looking startled and then utterly delighted. He smiles back, nipping at the tips of Cyclonus' claws and nuzzling into his palm again.

"I'm careful," he says, his voice thrumming with a laugh of his own, low and warm, his expression almost sweet as he wriggles close to Cyclonus again. "This is nice."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus looks a bit startled himself as Wing speaks, but he quickly relaxes, shifting lazily against Wing.

"Yes," he says softly. "I suppose it is."

This is probably the most relaxed he's been since he arrived here. It's... Nice to have companionship like this. Not necessarily sexually but just... Close.

His optics dim briefly. He misses Tailgate.

He distracts himself by cupping his palm around Wing's face and urging him into another kiss.

[knightlite]

Wing's expression shifts as he watches Cyclonus until he looks almost sympathetic--but then Cyclonus is pulling him in and Wing sinks into his hold willingly, lips parted and slick and his hands wandering lazily over Cyclonus' plating. Charge is already burning low and hot in his own belly again but he sets it aside for now, content with just this, the warmth of Cyclonus' plating against his and the soft heat of his mouth.

[tsunclonus]

With a soft growl, Cyclonus shifts until spike presses against spike, rolling his hips in a smooth motion and moaning at the drag of ridges over ridges.

His optics are offline now, simply taking in the sensation of Wing's body against him, the warmth of his lips against his own, the coil of heat in his belly and his spark. It's a sort of meditation, to focus purely on the physical to push away unwanted thoughts.