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[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.

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[planate]

"Was it that obvious?" He snorts. "The, uh. Size is a first for sure."

[triggerhappycopter]

"Before we go off trying to get you off, you and I need to establish some ground rules and especially since you don't know how this stuff goes down too well, right?" Spin kneads his thumbs into the seams in Pipe's armor in slow and soothing motions. "One; you don't need to do anything and everything your partner or partners ask just because they said so and especially if you don't feel comfortable with it."

"Two; since we're not super familiar with each other and you're kind of super new at this, we gotta communicate. So," the heli gently rubs his fingers over his smaller partner's abdominal armor. "And I want you to think about about it a little bit; are you comfortable with this?"

[planate]

"Got it. On both counts."

Despite the pollen telling him he wants a giant helicopter Decepticon dong in every hole he has, Pipes forces himself to think about it seriously.

After a minute or two, he's come to the conclusion that, yes. It would be nice. Not just because of the pollen. Pipes may be discovering his latent size difference... appreciation.

"Yes. I am. And I appreciate it, too. Uh. Fixing my hand as well. Everything."

Stop babbling!

[triggerhappycopter]

Spin doesn't mind the babbling in the least but then he's shared a ship the chattiest fucking shitshot this side of the galaxy.

"Seriously though, you probably ought to avoid punching walls," he puffs because acknowledging gratitude was totally not Decepticon-like.

Of course, now that he's got the verbal okay from Pipes, Spinister finally lets his hand wander down, gliding it over the smaller mech's interface array.

"So," he leans down to nuzzle his mask against Pipe's neck, fingers teasing at the head of his cord. "How's this feel?"