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When Dreadwing came to Earth, he did not plan on paying any special attention to the organics of this planet.
He did not expect to befriend one, much less find a partner who was more than happy to conjux him. To say he expected his conjux to be as patient with him as they are, explaining and more than happy to let him know what his own research lacks or is incorrect, would be a downright lie.
He tried deceiving himself in his earlier days, but knew from experience getting scoffed and brushed off as “an inexperienced stuck up prude” was the more likely outcome. Waiting for ‘the one’, as some would say, did seem pointless to most of his colleagues, and got him many a jab when he turned down offer after offer for a quick frag.
Another thing his little conjux proved him wrong in. Their first night together was worth the wait. Was worth everything, when he could finally gaze in their eyes and saw his red glow light their face up in the sweetest of ways as they made love to each other…
To say his spark nearly burst with joy when he awoke the next day and saw their form clinging to him, would not be an exaggeration.
So when he comes to the house they own together, his mass displaced, human holoform flickering off, and they smile at him around the thing between their teeth, eyes sparkling and crinkling in the corners… He truly cannot bring himself to be mad.
“Conjux,” he greets, taking in the sight.
Even from the door to their berthroom he can see the little indents in the material of the leather belt. He can smell it’s a new one too, and of high quality.
“Hello, husband dearest~” they cheekily reply, biting down and tugging again, before releasing their toy.
Their ankles and knees are bound with the other two “fun” belts they own. He still remembers questioning them about the colors they chose, with them flushed and sputtering, that they wanted to have something that reminded them of him at all times.
Funny, how he used to question why he never saw them wear these out and about if they liked them so much. Then again, blue and yellow do seem to be the more bold of the colors humans consider wearing, with the more aesthetically inclined pointing out the potential risks of “ruining an outfit”. At least, that used to be his go to explanation as well.
Until the first time he walked in on them by accident.
He nods his acknowledgment, setting the box that they asked him to pick up on his way home on the edge of the berth.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Self bondage, remember? I wanted to surprise you.”
He hums, scanning through the files the two of them read together again, the corners of his mouth tugging downwards.
“Isn’t that the one thing you told me is not to be done?” he questions, reaching over to check if they left enough room for circulation. They shiver as he runs his cool claws up and down their other leg, testing the give of their restraints.
Sturdy, that’s good.
“Well, I did know you’d be home soon,” they justify, playfully kicking with their legs, as much as they can with his hands there to steady. As he moves closer, taking their offered hands to him, wrapped with a belt the shade of his optics, they whisper:
“my conjux never keeps me waiting for long.”
They once told him his smile could rival the sun itself, and with such a sweet conjux of his own, so open and trusting and playful, how could he smile any other way?
He kisses them deeply, such sweetness getting to him to a point where words fail. Engines revv, and he tugs them close, enjoying how they fit under his form. Hm, now that… that gives him an idea.
Pausing for a moment, he reaches for the box and takes out a silk scarf. Black with intricate smoke patterns curling over the fabric. Unfurling it, he starts to fold it in a way that will serve what he has in mind, while he pretends what he is about to say is only a suggestion, and in no way gets his interface array pinging with an even greater need.
“Sometimes I wonder if I spoil you too much.”
They snort, rolling their eyes in amusement. It took them a while to become comfortable with his insistence that any and all equipment used for their activities must be of highest quality, no matter if they deemed it “too expensive”.
“Maybe I should keep you waiting for longer sometime. Or take you with me, that would give us more time than what we’ve had lately.”
Oh, that got their attention.
“What do you mean?”
The bomb specialist simply shrugs, tying a firm knot, before placing the scarf to the side.
“Sky Claw does have quite a few hooks in it’s interior,”
He takes a different scarf from the box and ties one end to the headboard, securing their wrists above their head. They tug and wriggle, but it holds.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
He smirks.
“We have discussed suspension for a while, if I recall correctly.”
Mischief dancing in their eyes, they let out a satisfied noise, opening their mouth, waiting for the black scarf gag to be put to their lips. He picks it up, suspecting what questions are running through their head.
‘When are we going, will there be enough rope, how big are these hooks, how big is the ship, how big is the ship on the ship-’
Their eyes widen, teeth sinking in the gag as he fastens it in place. Such glee in their eyes when they snap to look him in the eyes again.
“Yes my conjux, I do plan to forgo mass displacement at that time,” he confirms and grips their ankles when they start to thrash in excitement.
Reaching for the drawer where they keep the lube, he can hardly look away from their excited face.
He must be blessed by Primus himself.
“Before that however,” he growls through his engines revving, his claws tilting his beloved’s chin, so they are looking in his eyes, his other hand uncapping the silicone lubricant “I plan to have you on every surface of our abode.”
He positions their legs so their thighs are resting on their stomach, humming a praise as they keep the position.
They are vibrating with excitement. Adorable.
He squirts a generous amount on his servos, heating and spreading it thoroughly, before he touches his beloved.
“I plan to master every knot and tie, weave the most delicate of arts to adorn your body,”
They shudder, tugging twice at the restraints. More lube it is. He applies it, enjoying their choked gasp at the cold sensation.
“I plan to make you feel like you never knew gravity, right here on this berth,” spread it,
“on the floor,” firm circles
“And anywhere you so desire.”
They moan against their gag and he shushes.
“Do not fret, my dear. I will not keep you waiting long.”
Amusement bubbles through as he continues to prepare them.
“After all, I am your conjux.”