Can I please request Cyclonus with a trans male reader, cooling down after a fierce battle with some passionate interface? Maybe with some biting? Those fangs of his are just too good to pass up
//i hope the detailed genitals aren’t triggering in this i got pretty detailed since you said trans male and it was a bit of a toss up in what i should do HOPE THATS OKAY//
His armor is so heavily scarred after the battle, deep gashes run down his back where he was leapt upon by an enemy. Still, his frame doesn’t shake or waver. He’s as sturdy as he’s ever been. If anything, the battle only worked him up to a peak, now releasing all of his excess charge on you.
“Someone will come looking for us,” You gasp into his lips, Cyclonus’ clawed servos run down your stomach like cool streaks of water. He washes over you like a river, a force of nature you couldn’t stop if you wanted to. Despite your protests, you give into him readily, bare your neck and jaw to his fangs as they leave raised trails down your skin. It’s nice to be laid down after a heated battle, your body tended to in the most intimate way.
“Let them.”
The energy between you is palpable. Even when you’re separated by empty rooms, you can feel Cyclonus. When he bared his spark to you it felt one sided, but you can now feel his electric charge in the air, despite not having the spark to respond in kind. You feel him now, not just beneath your curious fingers, but everywhere around you. When you dip your blunt nails into the seams of his armor, you can feel your nerves sing with the charge of his pleasure.
You could feel him through the battle, the might of his fury and discipline. Could he feel you too? Is this what being spark bonded was?
Cyclonus is torn between taking his time to admire the muscles planes of your body, skimming his claws along your soft flesh and biting where he knows you’re most sensitive, or pulling your clothes away to give you the full force of his desire. Your quick fingers make the decision for him while Cyclonus is busy nipping at your neck, pushing off your uniform pants and spreading your legs around his waist. Your knees hook around the sharpness of his armored hips, pulling his willing body closer, and his sharp dentae sink into your shoulder when his warm interface panel bumps your crotch.
You can feel his spike pressurizing before you see it, the warm drip of transfluid pooling on your stomach. He bucks his hips into yours, spike pressing tight between your lips and striking your sensitive bud. You want him to spread you open, fill you up until it burns and gives way to sweeping pleasure. Instead, Cyclonus unwraps your legs from around him and pushes them together, your knees hauled over one of his broad shoulders. With quick movements that nearly jolt you up the berth, your conjunx fucks your muscular thighs, transfluid making a wet mess between them. The hard ridges of his spike stimulate your clit, making your legs tense and pulling a strangled groan from Cyclonus.
Your communicator chimes with a message from Magnus, but you’re too wrapped up in each other. Even if Cyclonus finishes quickly all over your stomach, you know him well enough to figure his cunning mouth will be between your legs before you can get off the berth.
