i cant think of a funny title

[planate]

Who: pipes and......you????
What: bang the minibot. cuddle him. slowly press a pie into his face. whatever
When: during the fuckening. the bangarang. the dingle dangle dongle
Where: AROUND
Warnings: hahahahahahhahahahahah



a.

Pipes knows the deal. He knows what the pollen has done to him and that he doesn't need to go to the medibay. He wants to handle this like an adult, but he has a big problem.

He is a really, really shitty adult.

He'll be around, wherever anyone wants to run into him. Adorable, horny minibots go where they are needed.

b.

Well, this was awkward. Despite his... efforts, Pipes had been unable to get rid of The Feeling.

Honestly, it was getting to the point where he was outright annoyed with the situation - he just wanted to carry on as normal after going a few rounds with both himself and perhaps some other people.

It didn't work. Nothing had worked. Pipes comes to a stop from his near constant driving and transforms, stumbling into a wall. He's quiet for a moment, then punches it in frustration.

...


"Ow! Frag it! Ow!"

c. closed to mayday

Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Pipes wants to get laid with someone he cares about. More than average, at least.

He'd made a beeline for Mayday's ship-house and called up the lift shaft a few times.

Heh. Shaft.

Comments

[planate]

"Good. I think. I honestly have no idea how I'm supposed to react or what I'm supposed to say in this situation."

He'll be honest. He pretended to know what he was doing with Miria, and that ended... well, it didn't end badly but it was a little embarrassing.

Trying to not fall on his face or anything, he hops up on the berth next to Wing.

[knightlite]

"What, you don't make getting drugged with aphrodisiacs a regular habit? Goodness, I can't imagine why not." Wing grins at him and reaches out, just sliding an arm around Pipes' shoulders and nudging a kiss against the side of his helm. It's chaste, almost friendly, despite how close Wing is and the obvious heat rolling off his frame.

"I don't think this is well-charted territory for anybody here, and I wouldn't worry too much about 'supposed to.'" Wing's fingers shift, running along the seams and edges in Pipes' shoulder absently. "All I ask is that you tell me if you'r uncomfortable or want to stop or take a break. Anything else we can work out as we go."

[planate]

That makes Pipes snort unattractively.

"Surprising, right? I--" He wasn't expecting Wing to rub his shoulder. He's basing basically everything off what happened with Miria, which was quite literally jumping straight into it in a back alley. The bar could not be physically lower. "Ohhhh, goodness. I can-- I can tell you that. Don't stop that."

Approved!

[knightlite]

"Good," Wing says, nudging a kiss against the side of Pipes' helm, and he shifts until he can lay both hands against Pipes' plating and let them wander, stroking slowly, searching for sensitive places as his lips find the cabling just above the collar of Pipes' armor and linger there, teeth barely grazing.

[planate]

The fact that Pipes has never really been touched all over like this helps quite a bit. He doesn't know which touch to lean into! He doesn't know what to do with his own hands!! After a moment of awkward shifting, he just puts them on Wing's thighs and emits a pleased hum.

God, he has no idea what he's doing.

[knightlite]

Wing shivers and hums, leaning into that light touch as his own hands slide down to smooth gently along Pipes' sides, down to his pelvic block, tracing light fingertips lower to his knees then back up. He drops a light kiss on Pipes' faceplate then leans back, smiling, his optics warm.

"Still all right?"