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robothell2015-08-15 07:42 pm
lifepersists) wrote in robothell2015-08-15 07:42 pm
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[ open ] looks like a cinnamon roll but is actually a sinnamon roll
WHO: First Aid and open
WHERE: Medibay mainly, but around too. Ping me if you want a starter outside it?
WHEN: Sex pollen time
WHAT: copious amount of boning. In shower, bed, or whatever flavor. Pretty much just go for an area and I'll roll with it.
WARNINGS: Smut.
The medibay was one of the first places to see the outbreak for obvious reasons; it was just normal to automatically see a doctor if anything felt unusual. That just happened to mean that First Aid kept getting repeatedly reinfected with the spores, even if he avoided going outside. After a bit, he just sort of gives up trying to prevent that and instead works more on battling the symptoms.
He's found regular rinsing and charge dampeners work best to control the surge of heat coursing through his frame enough he could work, but it was never enough to actually fix the issue. The other catch was that cleanser was to be used sparingly, and for the record, wearing charge dampeners over his equipment for long periods of time was highly uncomfortable.
Trading off between the rinse and the dampeners was always awkward. First Aid's brief stints in the wash was usually accompanied by soft, miserable, overcharged groaning, followed by the fumbling of trying to get the dampener in place again once he was out.
The pent up charge had an almost eerily hyperactive affect on the doctor; with his charge suppressed and redirected to other parts of him frame he was left jittery and unfocused. His attention isn't any better than it would be with the charge, so First Aid was getting a lot of... half tasks done.
WHERE: Medibay mainly, but around too. Ping me if you want a starter outside it?
WHEN: Sex pollen time
WHAT: copious amount of boning. In shower, bed, or whatever flavor. Pretty much just go for an area and I'll roll with it.
WARNINGS: Smut.
The medibay was one of the first places to see the outbreak for obvious reasons; it was just normal to automatically see a doctor if anything felt unusual. That just happened to mean that First Aid kept getting repeatedly reinfected with the spores, even if he avoided going outside. After a bit, he just sort of gives up trying to prevent that and instead works more on battling the symptoms.
He's found regular rinsing and charge dampeners work best to control the surge of heat coursing through his frame enough he could work, but it was never enough to actually fix the issue. The other catch was that cleanser was to be used sparingly, and for the record, wearing charge dampeners over his equipment for long periods of time was highly uncomfortable.
Trading off between the rinse and the dampeners was always awkward. First Aid's brief stints in the wash was usually accompanied by soft, miserable, overcharged groaning, followed by the fumbling of trying to get the dampener in place again once he was out.
The pent up charge had an almost eerily hyperactive affect on the doctor; with his charge suppressed and redirected to other parts of him frame he was left jittery and unfocused. His attention isn't any better than it would be with the charge, so First Aid was getting a lot of... half tasks done.
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First Aid was so used to the sound of Megatron's voice he didn't even really register it, but the sound of Impactor's catches his interest. Nothing against Megatron, but the low rumble of Impactor's vocalizer did things for First Aid's libido even when there wasn't a charge building spore epidemic was going on. Right now it drew him in like a neon sign.
He just barely keeps from making a sound when he spots the two of them, one fist clamped firmly against his mask. For now, he was pretty content to watch the two interact, if just because it meant he got to watch two heavy class, attractive mechs touch. First Aid leans against a door corner, his other hand cupped under his elbow to keep it far enough away from anything more sensitive, watching Megatron's hands and optics comb over Impactor's playing, fitting in the gaps.
Oh, now if it was a tongue--
Not going to lie, it wasn't the first time he's looked, although with a bit more guilt before because of the lack of professionalism. Wasn't his fault the two miners were just up his alley of eye candy. First Aid's vents hitch a little, heat pooling in his array even with the dampener in place.
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He stands up when he finishes.
"Besides, I wouldn't have pulled you here by the fin if it was just dust," he remarks, playfully pinching a wire in Impactor's hip joint that he knew would make him jump a little. That was for saying his name wrong.
Ordinarily, he wouldn't be so touchy, but he was familiar enough with the other bot to do it(and perhaps a little less restrained than he'd normally be). His other hand rests at the thigh, glad he at least wasn't plagued by his own charge. Though knowing Impactor, it'd likely just make him more itchy to punch somebody in the face.
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Is he teasing? Maybe a little. His hip jerks at the pinch, that smile growing wider as he gives him a little nudge, that fighting spirit still in him at least. And maybe a little bit more than usual due to the pollen's effect.
"Yeah you would. You always fuss over me."
To which he reaches his good hand up, pinching a little wiring in the tank's side.
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Both of them sounded good to him.
His fans were going to give him away eventually, growing louder with his rising arousal. Thanks wild imagination. Thanks out of control libido.
He's going to go for the gold.
First Aid clears his vocalizer. "You know, have you two ever stopped to consider that you're flirting?"
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Still, he grins back good-naturedly. Okay, maybe he would fuss, but was that really so bad?
His cheeky look turns to mild surprise as First Aid pops up at the entrance of the room, and he takes a sheepish step back from his would-be patient. Ok, flirting in the presence of one of the doctors, even if he seemed to be.. appreciative, was admittedly still a little embarrassing. Even under these circumstances.
"Er- First Aid. Hello."
Impactor please say something less awkward.
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But he looks at Megatron, and at his awful attempt to be casual about this.
Before looking back at First Aid.
"Yeah. What of it?"
IMPACTOR...
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Megatron's sheepish reaction was rather endearing, though it does make First Aid regret piping up when the mech takes a step back from Impactor. He'd been enjoying that view, after all. He hums, rubbing his chin, visor twisting into a smile when the future leader of the Wreckers responds much more casually and accepting than his miner friend.
"Good, actually. You don't have to stop on my account."
Was that going to make things awkward? Probably. He was in knee deep already, but he gives the two of them space rather than getting closer.
"It's better if you start with someone you know. I might suggest kissing,"
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There's a well-meaning, mirthy chuckle at First Aid's suggestion.
"Ha! Impactor wouldn't know a kiss if he was smacked in the face with one."
Megatron closes in, a hand cupping his friend's chin before he presses a warm kiss to the side of his neck, instead. He lightly brushes his tongue over the unarmored neck cables, the surface tingling with charge and a light roughness before he pulls away.
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Not that he minds. His vents let off a little steam as he tilts his head back a moment, letting golden optics dim ever so slightly before he smirks at First Aid.
He wanted a show, right? Sure, why not.
"You think that, Megaton?"
Because he's going to nudge that face up and kiss back, on the lips this time. Although it's crude and aggressive and...well, looks like two seals wrestling for a grape.