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Censere presses Rung against the wall, mouthing at his neck cables hotly.
Or, they suppose they are Mortilus and Primus now. The whole ordeal of remembering their past lives before the God War was still a lot for them to handle. The others had distanced themselves, especially Adaptus, who was still bitter. Primus and Mortilus found other ways to cope.
Mortilus licked a thick cable in his neck, closing his mouth around it and sucking on it. Rung(as he preferred to be called) was already running hot, cooling fans on their highest setting, panting feverishly.
Mortilus growled and pressed Rungs smaller form further against the wall, biting down hard on the cable. Energon dribbled out, glowing and eye catching in the dim light of Rungs room.
Mortilus was everything you would expect from the god death. Rough, demanding, not afraid to inflict pain on their partners. Rung remembered this well. He also remembered that Mortilus could be surprisingly sweet and kind.
A hot tongue lapped up his Energon, the wet muscle slipping into the marks and causing pain-pleasure to shoot up Rungs sensor net. Mortilus’s lips, wet with his own blood, pressed sloppy kisses along the bright wound. Teeth would occasionally nip at the throbbing cable, practically making out with his neck.
“Good- good boy” Rung praised breathily, reaching a hand up to stroke Mortilus’s head spikes.
Rung was more of a caring, praising partner in bed. Mortilus was the complete opposite- demanding and violent in the best way possible. And somehow, they just worked well together.
Mortilus pressed a leg between Rungs thighs, leaning his weight hard against his valve panel and grinding against it. Rungs valve was already wet and aching for something thick to fill it. It was hard to resist retracting his panel right then and there.
Mortilus pulled away from his neck, licking the glowing blood off his lips like a Turbofox after a meal. His blue optics regarded him in a calculating manner for a moment.
Mortilus chuckled darkly “My, imagine if they could see you now. Primus himself, bitten and drunk and enjoying every second of it”
Rung flushed “Well, a-arent you going to finish your meal?”
Mortilus smiled warmly “Of course. Open”
Rung snapped his panel back in less than a second, lubricant pressed against the other gods knee, valve smushed against it. He whined.
“Please-“
The knee moved away, a snik being heard as Mortilus retracted his spike panel.
The sight of the spike was fascinating and nostalgic, remembering the same thing from a past life, and yet experiencing it for the first time. The spike was long and thick, colored a vermillion with bright blue biolights lining it. The underside was a stark white in comparison to the deep red.
There was of course, the extras. The soft, rubbery barbs lining the spike (he knew from past experience that they could actually harden at will and be great for painplay), and the knot that would swell at the base.
Unlike the others, Mortilus didn’t produce much fluid during interfacing at all. Then again, offline bodies didn’t produce fluids either, and he was the god of death. The only exception was his impossibly large transfluid tank. He could fill anyone up completely- and if his spark didn’t run so cold, he could easily spark up any partner he was with.
Rung, on the other hand, produced an abundance of fluids, example being the sizeable puddle beneath him, large considering his panel was only open for less than a minute.
Mortilus picked him up, lifting his legs up and latched them onto his waist. He slotted himself between his thighs, sliding his spike between Rungs folds.
With the change in position, Mortilus was face-to-face with his spark window. Mortilus used this to his advantage.
Rung gasped, grabbing Mortilus by the shoulders in a feeble attempt to ground himself. The skilled tongue pressed hard against the sensitive glass. Rimming around the edge where metal met the clear window, leaving a trail that felt cold against his overworked body.
His valve ached and clenched on nothing, spike pressed between his folds but not even close to entering. Petals glistening with lubricant and spread wide over the spike. Another lick to his spark window had his valve clenching hard on nothingness, prompting a thick glob of lubricant to smear on the other gods spike.
“P- hahhh~ please!” Rung begged, voice breaking into a breathy moan when Mortilus started rutting against his valves folds
Mortilus’s spike slid fluidly between his folds, thoroughly coated in Rungs warm fluids as he rutted into him. Rung gasped and mewled helplessly, valve aching to be filled and just being teased.
Mortilus’s licked his spark window more feverishly, before snarling and biting the edge of it. Rung squeaked in response, thighs clenching around the other.
“Open” Mortilus demanded, giving another nip to the edge of his spark window
Rung didn’t hesitate, chest plates opening and flooding the room with so much light it turned white.
Despite not being able to see anything, Mortilus rewarded his cooperation regardless, spike slamming up into his valve and filling him. Rung made a strangled noise, choking on a moan. The other god wasted no time, licking his spark directly while he pounded into his unstretched valve.
The sheer amount of lubricant he was making made it easier, but he was still being stretched so much so quickly. It created a delicious burning sensation, adding to the coiled, almost liquid like pleasure tension in his stomach. It was hard to process what was going on, only knowing that he felt very very good.
Mortilus mouthed his spark, licking and nipping at it in a careless way that would kill a mortal. His spike slid against his hot, clenching walls and hit his ceiling node harshly every time. Rough, hard thrusts stretched him out again and again. Mortilus lapped against his spark, before biting down-
Rung squeaked, overloading around Mortilus, squeezing his spike like he was trying to milk him dry. The other god followed soon after, thrusting deep inside of him, barbs hardening and digging into his valve walls. His knot swelled and stretched the rim of his valve. Rung was practically drooling at the mix of pain and pleasure.
Mortilus growled deeply, and Rung could intimately feel his cock throbbing inside him, before unloading thick, warm transfluid into him.
The rush of warmth filling him and the barbs stimulating his valve sent him into a second overload. He didn’t have the energy to make any noise, just panting breathlessly.
They stayed like that, buried in each other. The room bathed in white. Breathing heavily.
Rung had to remind himself to close his chest plates. The room quickly returned to darkness, the only glow being his spark window and their biolights.
The barbs softened, and Mortilus pulled out, gently letting Rung slide down the wall until he was on his feet again. Rungs wounds immediately started healing themselves. The perks of being Primus.
They stared at each other, both covered in obscene and impossible amounts of fluids. Mortilus smiled.
“Cuddle before we part?”
And there was Mortilus’s sweet side. “Of course”
As they both settled down on the berth, Rung couldn’t help but think that the future would be fine, whatever it was. Finding out you’re a god was taxing on the mind, but at least he had the others.
Rung smiled to himself as Mortilus spooned him. Maybe next time they could bring the others into this. Like they used to…