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"Mhmm.."
They sat in Ratchet's office, curled up together in his desk chair, while Ratchet nods absentmindedly at whatever Orion is talking about, too focused on laying kisses to his frame, servos wandering and gently caressing in between his plates, digits soft to the touch as he smooths over the slivers of sensitive protoform he can reach between the gaps in his plating, making Orion shiver.
"And then- and then he told me that he'd gotten there first, can you believe that?"
"Mhm... I certainly can.." Ratchet murmurs, servos stroking Orion's thighs back and forth, soothing, but leaving little tingles of static across his plating. Orion stutters for a moment before continuing, energon rushing to his cheekplates at Ratchet's motions.
"R-Ratchet?"
"Yes, Orion?"
"I-I-"
Ratchet smiles, burying his face in Orion's neck cables, digits inching ever closer to Orion's modesty panel, tone faux-sweet.
"Sweetspark, you've got to speak up, don't you?"
Orion shivers at the nickname, and it makes him lean back into Ratchet's hold, now helpless to the kisses being pressed against his neck, yelping as Ratchet takes one of his neck cables between his dentae and bites down subtly with a hum.
With some coaxing, his modesty panel eventually snaps open, revealing a somewhat-pressurised spike, Orion's frame unable to fight the arousal triggered by Ratchet's motions.
"W-Well yes, but i-"
Ratchet hums as he takes Orion's slowly lubricating spike in hand, the biolights on it flickering a bright blue, just like his lover's optics. "Why don't you tell me more about your day, hm? I'd love to hear about it."
"A-Alright, well i-...." Orion continues, cheekplates flushed with energon by this point, gripping Ratchet's thighs for dear life as he tries his best to go on while Ratchet squeezes his spike sporadically, trying desperately to find words that wouldn't come, only whimpers and whines in their place.
Lubricant gushes from the tip of Orion's spike, and Ratchet's grip tightens, prompting Orion's back struts to arch, sending his chassis arching forward into the air, his helm falling back onto Ratchet's shoulder strut as he groans.
"Oh, Primus, please," Any scrap of dignity Orion had been trying to hold onto was now fully disregarded as pleasure began to consume him, leaving him a writhing mess in Ratchet's arms.
Ratchet removes his servo from Orion's spike for a nanoklik, and in that moment Orion feels as if the entire world has ended, coolant already dripping down his cheekplates, writhing and wriggling in Ratchet's lap like a mech starved.
"Ratchet- please," He whines, voicebox glitching out halfway through his words, desperately trying to buck up into Ratchet's servo, though it's just out of reach. "I'll- do anything, just please,"
"What happened to telling me about your day, sweetspark?" Ratchet goes back to caressing Orion's thighs, pointedly avoiding his painfully pressurised spike, brushing his digits over Orion's heated plating, tone faux-soft. "You know I love it when you ramble."
Orion takes a deep in-vent, trying not to writhe too much as he begins to recount his day again with a shaky voice, listening as Ratchet intermittently hums in approval, almost sobbing in relief when that Primus-blessed touch returns to his spike again, slowly stroking up and down and making him let out a high pitched moan.
"Ahh- And then- We had to break up a fight right outside the hall of records, mmph- which was crazy, and- ohh frag-"
As he neared overload, Orion began to slur his words, moaning and whimpering at every turn, bucking into Ratchet's grip like his life depended on it, desperation filling his circuits as his overload loomed on the horizon, egged on by Ratchet's words.
"Go on, sweetspark. Spill all over yourself for me." Ratchet murmurs sweetly, nipping at Orion's finials as he jerks his spike faster and faster, relishing in the way he writhed and whined in Ratchet's arms and on his lap, stuck on the edge of pleasure, needing something to push him off that cliff.
Ratchet twists his servo over Orion's spike, and Orion's overload hits him immediately, almost shorting out his circuits with the force of it, making his helm spin and sending a full frame shudder through him, making him let out a higher pitched moan, voicebox glitching in and out as his overload washes over him, eventually leaving him slumped in Ratchet's arms, cooling fans on full blast to cool his heated frame.
After a beat, once his processor is clear enough, Orion has an idea. Sensing the heat radiating beneath him from Ratchet's still-closed modesty panel, he slinks down from his partner's lap so he's on his knees before Ratchet, tucking himself under the desk with a hum, dragging the chair forward so it looks like it's tucked in to the desk to any outsider, and looking up at Ratchet, weaponising a gentle pleading gaze as he trails his digits over Ratchet's modesty panel.
"Let me take care of you too..." He murmurs, a determined glint in his optic as he licks a long stripe up the seam of Ratchet's thigh, coaxing him to snap open his modesty panel and reveal that leaking spike Orion knows is there and pressurised, waiting.
It's Ratchet's turn to blush this time, cheekplates tinged blue at Orion's boldness, and he covers his faceplate with an arm as his modesty panel clicks open, revealing his pressurised spike, leaking lubricant by the nanoklik. Orion leans forwards to take it in his servo, gently suckling at the tip while he does so, relishing in the way it makes Ratchet writhe in his chair, the other mech groaning with barely contained pleasure.
"Ohhh-"
Orion takes him in a little deeper, feeling Ratchet's spike hit the back of his intake and gagging just a little, throat pipe squeezing momentarily around his spike, making Ratchet let out a moan, grabbing his audial finials to hold him in that position, hips beginning to buck of their own accord.
Then comes the knock at the door.
Frag. Why did this always have to happen to them of all bots? Ratchet thinks, before remembering that he had had an appointment with one of his superiors, and straightening himself up and tucking Orion deeper under the desk until only his finials were visible, pulling up his chair closer to the desk. In the process, he ends up pushing his spike deeper down Orion's intake, causing the other mech to gag and choke on his spike, only squeezing it harder with his throat pipe in the process.
Ratchet stifles a moan, trying his best to fix his voice as the knocks become louder and more insistent, shooting a comm to Orion before he tells the bot to come in.
Stay still, Orion.
Orion's expression sours slightly with impatience, but he listens, still and silent on Ratchet's spike, suckling gently every few kliks just to watch Ratchet shudder and glare downwards.
"Come in." He says, his words directed at the closed door, which doesn't stay closed for very long after that. A higher-class looking mech walks in, aloof in their demeanor, and immediately begins berating Ratchet.
"You were late for your evaluation. Do you know how-..." The mech stops, noticing blue finials poking out from underneath the desk, and their optics narrow. Ratchet notices too, and immediately pushes Orion's helm deeper under the desk, leaning forward with a forced smile. The action forces his spike deeper down Orion's throat pipe once more, and he struggles not to let out a moan.
Biting his lip, he responds. "Please tell them I'm- so sorry, i completely forgot about it but I'll be there at the soonest, nngh- rescheduling," He struggles to get his words out as Orion sucks on his spike with subtle motions.
Meanwhile, the bot's optical ridges raise higher, noticing the steam rising from Ratchet's audials and slowly, flusteredly, making the connection. Their processor finishes adding two and two together just as Orion gets sick of staying still, getting up from under the desk to sit on Ratchet's spike, obscuring the visual of it from the other mech as he opens his valve panel in a fraction of a nanoklik and sits himself directly on Ratchet's spike with a sweet smile to the both of them, looking like he's simply sitting on Ratchet's lap.
Ratchet is speechless, and muffles a moan into Orion's shoulder, completely forgetting about the mech standing there for a second, while Orion wraps an arm around Ratchet's shoulder and begins jovially talking with the mech, as if none of this was happening at all, but discreetly squeezing Ratchet's spike with his valve at intervals, increasing the intensity every few kliks, leaving Ratchet unable to participate in the conversation going on other than with a nod or two here and there.
"And maybe you could come back another time? We're quite... occupied, at the moment, you understand?" Orion squeezes his thighs again vigorously, and this time it pulls Ratchet over that edge, and he wraps his arms around Orion to hold him down before spurting his transfluid inside him, filling up his partner with an audible groan, causing Orion to shudder.
The mech blushes and leaves, and Orion waves them off with a "Come back again soon!", before turning to kiss his partner deeply, their glossas intertwining as Ratchet squeezes Orion's aft between his servos, kneading the warm metal beneath his digit-tips.
"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Ratchet hums amusedly, nipping at Orion's finials again once the door had closed behind the mech, and Orion grins. "Well, can you blame me? You felt so good."
Ratchet watches with a groan as Orion lifts himself off his spike, their combined transfluids dripping out of his soaked valve, the pleats still puffy and swollen from the stimulation and having Ratchet overload inside him only minutes earlier. Ratchet reaches out a digit and runs it through the mess of fluids with a sharp in-vent, making Orion moan and bend over slightly so he's resting on the desk, aft facing Ratchet, legs trembling slightly.
"You're such a tease..." Ratchet breathes, digits still gently fondling Orion's soaked valve pleats, gathering up the dripping transfluid to push it back into him, panting slightly, optics cycling down into pinpricks at the sight. Orion arches into the desk with a cry as Ratchet's digits push in and out of him slowly, hitting that sweet spot inside him with every thrust.
"How else am I meant to get these reactions out of you?" Orion gasps out, choking on a half-smirk when Ratchet grabs his aft and crouches down to valve-level, leaning forward and licking a long stripe from his exterior node to his entrance, eliciting a moan from his partner. Diving in without preamble, he devours Orion's valve, licking and sucking at the lubricant and transfluids that drip, swallowing every drop, and coaxing his partner closer to overload with every motion.
Orion trembles and lets out a shuddering moan as his overload approaches again, valve clenching around Ratchet's digits as he nears his climax, only to be pulled away from that enticing edge as Ratchet senses his overload coming and pulls away from Orion's dripping valve.
"Calling me the tease... You're the real tease here," Orion whines softly, legs trembling from the effort of holding himself up against the desk, and he tries fervently to look back at Ratchet, still crouched in front of his valve.
Ratchet straightens up with a grinning smirk, and flips Orion over on the desk, backplates pressed against the desk. Orion pants softly as Ratchet grabs him by the hips, pulling him closer and rutting his spike between Orion's oversensitive valve pleats, hot and teasing. Orion whines again, rocking his hips and pleading silently for release, already on the edge by this point, and desperate for something to coax him off into climax.
Ratchet starts talking, but Orion is too focused on the little jolts of pleasure he gets from bucking his hips against Ratchet's spike that his partner's words effectively drown out in the process, and after a while of fervently trying and failing to chase his release, he hooks his ankle struts together behind Ratchet's hips, pulling him in closer, murmuring.
"Would you just shut up and frag me already?" He pulls Ratchet down by his helm into a heated kiss, lightly biting the other's derma in the process, making him groan, and rocking against his lover's spike with a heated desperation. "Please, just-"
Ratchet raises a servo to grab both Orion's wrist struts simultaneously, raising them above his helm and effectively pinning him to the desk, lowering the other servo to position his spike against Orion's valve, thrusting in all at once, making the both of them cry out varying moans. Orion's valve clenches, with him nearing overload already simply from the sensation of being filled by his lover's spike.
After a beat, Ratchet begins to move, thrusts slow at first but speeding up over time as they both neared their respective overloads, Orion unable to withhold his moans as they echoed across the room.
"You want us to get caught, hm? Again?"
"N-No, I- ahh," Orion moans again as Ratchet's spike hits that pleasurable spot deep inside him, and he writhes on the desk, on the edge of his overload. "Please-"
Ratchet's thrusts become faster, and he leans down to delicately bite down on Orion's neck cables, increasing the intensity when Orion shudders. "Please what, sweetspark? You've got to use your words."
"Please- I need-"
Ratchet stops thrusting, and bites back on the feeling of his spike throbbing from the sensation of Orion's valve pulsing around him even now. "What do you need, hmm?"
Orion shudders again at the tone in Ratchet's voice, writhing against his hold. "I need- mmph, i need you, please"
The desperation in his voice spurs something in Ratchet, and he begins thrusting again, harder, faster than before, relishing in Orion's moans as they rocked the desk. His thrusts begin getting sloppy from the impending release as he moves to Orion's shoulder and bites down between the plating into delicate mesh, nearly drawing Energon from it.
Orion moans and leans up to place a matching bite on Ratchet's shoulder, the mixture of pleasure and pain activating some feral coding in him that had stayed dormant until now, and he bites down hard into Ratchet's mesh, sharp dentae descending from his upper jaw and sinking into the soft mesh beneath the plating, leaving energon smeared on Orion's intake.
That jolt of pain is all it takes for Ratchet to let out a surprised moan, spike twitching wildly as he releases inside Orion, watching with a heated gaze as it makes Orion's abdominal plating swell with the amount of Ratchet's transfluids inside him, and he moans again as Orion releases around him, clenching and twitching and writhing all over.
One last thrust solely to watch the bulge of his spike and transfluids through Orion's abdominal plating, and Ratchet hears a splintering sound. Before they know it, there's a crash and the wood of the desk is splitting, sending them both tumbling to the ground. There's a beat of silence, before Ratchet hears the soft bubbling of laughter coming from underneath him, and it makes him laugh too.
The both of them descend into peals of laughter, stuck between two halves of a broken desk, on the rough ground, and the world narrows down to just the two of them for a moment. Once the laughter dies down, Ratchet notices the energon lining Orion's intake, and looks at the bite mark on his own shoulder before leaning down to kiss the specks of energon off of Orion's lips, sliding his glossa into his lover's intake, intertwining it with his own in a quiet dance of affection.
After a beat, Ratchet pulls back and gently strokes over the edge of Orion's derma, coaxing him to open his mouth with a soft hum, before running a digit over his sharp denta. Orion blushes and pulls away, covering his intake with a servo before Ratchet pulls it away with a questioning look.
"Long story," He murmurs, slightly embarrassed but warm in his spark from the look in Ratchet's eyes. "Sorry about the bite."
Ratchet simply smiles, surging forward to kiss him, licking around his sharper dentae in the process, only making Orion blush harder.
"It's alright. I kinda like having your mark on me." He asserts with a wink, grinning down at Orion now. The atmosphere between them shimmers with an air of affection and something deeper, and the desk is forgotten. The world is forgotten, narrowed down to just the two of them, and what they shared.