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[imatruck]

WHO: Grimlock and WHOMEVER
WHERE: The City!
WHEN: Sex pollen!
WHAT: Open the door, get on the floor, everybody fuck the dinosaur
WARNINGS: Coming up on your mudflaps at 67, the truck fuck, the horizontal monster mash, the sex





[A. The City]

[When these plants started springing up, what was the dinobot's first instinct? Collect them, of course! Since when does Cybertron get metal flowers? It almost made up for the influx of little creepy animals appearing on this planet.

He gathers them up by the bunches, not bothering to notice the spores flying out everywhere with each bounce. Things had been a little awkward with him and Sideswipe and this would sure make things between them less tense!

But after a few minutes of directly sticking his face into these flowers, he started to feel...weird. It was like a combination of giddy, overheating, and sluggishness.

Grimlock staggers over to the nearest rock, refusing to let go of his quarry.]

Ugh...think I took some bad energon...

[B. Wherever--this is your Wildcard]

[Later on, the dinobot looks more...delirious, like he caught the whiff of some bad sulfuric acid. Grimlock totters back and forth, looking a bit preoccupied with urgent business, if not a little hot in the face. By which he means it feels like he's on fire.]

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[imatruck]

[Grimlock's getting spoiled here, having this human jerking him off as he rolls against the movements.

Made sense to pay it back somehow, right? And this is coming from the too horny to no attempt portion of his mind.]

Don't worry...I'll make sure I treat you right...

[imatruck]

[Grimlock can appreciate how much work Sideswipe puts into kissing him in the same turn as he's grinding back into his hips.

All of it gives Grim a thrill that rips through his engines and cooling systems. It's not long when his spike pops out from its containing spot. He groans with relief, it nudging against Sideswipe.]

[redshitlord]

[He yelps a bit, shivering against the kiss, when he feels that odd sensation pressing against him. It's not bad. Not by any means. Just. Strange. Very strange. He squirms back against it again, testing.]

[As much as he likes it, he has no idea what's going on here.]

[imatruck]

[It's all experimenting for the both of them. Grimlock is going on principle of what feels good.

The mech lets his mouth linger before he comes up to grunt and rub against Sideswipe. This is supposed to do something, he knows that for sure...]

[redshitlord]

[At some point, the rubbing hits the spot. It's just a quick brush, a slight feeling of pressure, but it's there, and it has Sideswipe bucking in Grimlock's hold all the same.]

[Before he can process what's happened, he's trying to find it again, wriggling and pressing backward.]

[imatruck]

[For Grimlock he can sense he's doing something to the bot in his grip. He responds to Sideswipe in kind, rubbing against him, letting his mouth nuzzle into the other's neck.

It's a game of finding just what to do to make Sideswipe feel better, of getting into the right spot. Soon he connects again, winning a shuddering grunt from the big dinobot.]

[redshitlord]

[His head turns, inviting more of Grimlock's mouth. Gasping quietly when he finds cabling in his neck. It feels good. Very good.]

[And then he gasps again, more loudly, when Grimlock hits that spot again. This time, he freezes, trying to hold onto it, to make the sensation last longer.]

[whenthedevilscry]

(Those are strong words, Grimlock. Words that often lead to clothes being undone and someone being pinned against a wall. Part of that is true, with Dante shrugging and undoing his pants as if they weren't secured the whole time.)

Gotta be honest: I wanna see what you can do, big guy.

(As if jerking him off right then and there didn't reveal enough about him. Though...Dante certainly can't handle this thing without injury, but that doesn't mean he can't ride it in another way, right? Cue the half demon straddling that spike and riding bare back, his legs holding him steady. There are many, many jokes to be made here.)

[imatruck]

[Grim happily takes that invitation, trailing his mouth over the cabling, nuzzling into it.

The bot grunts and rumbles when Sideswipe gets him to hold that spot. It's agonizingly pleasurable, like time has stopped. He grits his teeth with optics wide shut. He wishes this moment could never end.]

[imatruck]

[Well now he can say he's seen a human gone nude. He can't argue against it. Whatever gets the both of them off, right?

And now said human is riding his spike rodeo-style. There's something so laughably sexy about it, Grimlock can't stop himself from giggling when he gets into position. Ok, cowboy.]

You asked for it.

[His claws delicately form a barrier to keep Dante from falling off as he starts to jerk himself off, bringing Dante along for the ride. Oh boy.]

[whenthedevilscry]

(There's something to be said about getting caught in the middle here. For once, Dante's wit has nothing to offer, leaving him to continue in silence. There's a surprising amount of gentleness he didn't expect from the robot; it doesn't pull him out of the mood, but it briefly catches his attention. It's quickly pulled away once Grimlock gets more involved and his own motions overtake Dante's.

If he weren't trying to jerk himself and Grimlock off at the same time, he'd probably be laughing at this. Hell, they'll probably laugh at this together when they're done. Until then, he's bouncing on the big guy's spike and groping when he's not holding on too tightly. Gotta be honest: if the premise wasn't keeping him hard already, the roughness would.)

[imatruck]

[He may be rough and tumble, but there's something to be said about not squishing a little human. Then again, there's not much thought than making sure the sex partner isn't squished in the exchange.

Grim just likes back as he helps with their mutual masturbation. It felt good from the start but now that he's used to it, it makes a world a difference. His hands fiddle with Dante as a whole every which way he can without harming him.]

[redshitlord]

[Now, he knows for a fact he likes that. He likes that a lot. Arching his neck and back a little. All but groaning.]

[And then there's sudden, bizarre pressure in equipment he had no idea even existed. He jerks against Grimlock with a yelp, pulling his head away enough to stare up at him, wide-eyed.]

Wh...

[What's going on here.]

[imatruck]

[Grimlock's definitely into it. There's a moment of connection, a satisfying link for him.

But then he feels the jerk in Sideswipe, while it makes him groan out with pleasure before he looks at the other bot concerned.]

...you ok there?

[redshitlord]

I... I dunno. What's going. What're you doing...?

[But he really doesn't sound upset about it. He doesn't look like it, either. Arching his back, and pressing against Grimlock. He can feel that pressure still -- but it's not enough.]

[His body wants more of it. Immediately.]

[imatruck]

Somethin'...I think uh....are we fraggin'?

[Whatever it is, it feels great. He presses back, grabbing Sideswipe by the hips.

Course he nuzzles against the bot just to make sure he's doing it right.]

[whenthedevilscry]

(Even with Dante's healing abilities as strong as they are, it's not impossible for risks of injury to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His body stiffens and lets itself be used by the dinobot, leaning back a bit as that claw brushes against his chest.

Thankfully, the smaller of the two is also getting used to this setup and leans back, groping the base of the spike. Even the bigger ones have weakspots, he's learned in his career; it's just a matter of finding them.)

[redshitlord]

I... I dunno. You're -- don't stop.

[He really has no idea what's going on here. He just knows the pressure against him is moving in. And it feels even better. Huge, but good.]

[He squirms again, shuddering. Trying to urge him on.]

[imatruck]

Yeah....I can do that...

[Grimlock has a vague idea, but he doesn't care. He can just feel himself interlocking with Sideswipe.

He presses on, finding that pushing himself comes easily with each groan.]

[imatruck]

[So tiny and soft, that's why Grimlock knows to exercise just a bit of caution. He can imagine Bee admonishing him but it doesn't bother him.

The bot handles him like a little stretch armstrong. He ruts against the human's touch, grunting. Looks like he would find a weak spot soon.]

[whenthedevilscry]

(It's admittedly tricky, reaching back to fiddle with the dinobot's length and wiring while keeping himself seated, but if there's one thing Dante lives for, it's making the tricky stuff look easy.

Not that it's any easier on him, however, with his own cock throbbing and ready to go. He only needs a little more time to make Grimlock finish first, he tells himself. The rest will come naturally.)

[redshitlord]

Ok-- okay--!

[Except his voice rises sharply the more Grimlock pushes forward. He squirms, panting more harshly, his fingers digging into the wall a little. Honestly, he didn't think it was possible for something to go in there. Let alone for it to feel like this.]

[His hips twitch, legs shifting to splay out a bit more, in an attempt to compensate for what's working up into his internal parts.]

[imatruck]

[The guy's got skills, that much he can say. He rolls into it, his fans getting jittery while he picks up the pace.

He watches Dante, making sure he's enjoying it just as much. Maybe he should compliment him.]

Hey, good job there...

[imatruck]

[He has no worded response, just a hard grunt as he pushes himself into Sideswipe again. It's so fulfilling, filling the mech with himself.

He's holding onto Sideswipe like his life depended on it. He huffs and groans as he adds variation to his thrusts, making sure Sideswipe gets the best experience.]

[whenthedevilscry]

(Oh, he's definitely enjoying it. Through the occasional grunt and bated breath, he's having a gay ol' time. He shakes his head.)

Job's not done yet.

(He still has a robot to jerk off, after all. Dante's hips clench and his body heats up in its own way while he's reaching for one of the wires within arm's reach.)