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“Knock, Knock, any honeybee ready to buzz around?” A rich baritone voice said.
Bumblebee didn't have to turn around to know that voice belonged to Breakdown, aka his sparkmate.
”I'm busy, Breakdown,“ Bumblebee said, sparing him no glance. He rolled over to lay on his front, switching to the next section of his report. He needed to catch up on the recent statistics the Autobot crew was achieving in their latest quarter. So far they've only reached 65% in their weekly expectation. After that recent Quientesson attack, their formations became weakened on the Southern outer edges because two of their scouts were out of commission recently. That’ll need to reflect in his own report, Optimus will surely understand the slight decrease in productivity in light of this update –
”Sooooo… too busy for little 'ole me?“
He knew that tone. He marked where he stopped reading, and looked at Breakdown. All sleek lines, freshly polished and waxed. The steam rose off him like a warm road on a cold morning. Leaning against the metal door, fixing him with that golden heated gaze, almost glowing with anticipation…
It was too much to say no to…
But he could play around first.
Before he revealed his plans prematurely, he settled his face, “Yep,“ he started, turning back to his datapad. ”I'm too busy for a decepticreep.“
“Ugh, you would bring out the big guns.“ Breakdown chuckled. When Bumblebee made no move nor sound in response, he could tell Breakdown was already getting antsy from the way he shuffled behind him. ”And, what? Ya too busy reading another one of your books?”
“I'm busy with preparing my report,“ Bumblebee said.
”For Optimus, huh?“ Breakdown guessed.
“Mhm.”
Breakdown clicked his glossa, annoyance oozing off of him.
“Is there something you want?” Bumblebee asked innocently.
“You know what I want.”
“How could I know that? You haven’t told me.”
Steps grew louder until Breakdown was abruptly right next to him, leaning to whisper into his audial, “I need you.”
“For what?”
Breakdown propped his weight on the berth, the soft mesh cushion underneath dipping under him, as he kissed up Bumblebee’s shoulder to the nape of his neck. “You know…”
“Hm, can’t say I do.”
Breakdown scoffed, clearly frustrated that his flirtatious manner was hitting a metaphorical brick wall, but continued onto the berth. Now his weight was half on Bumblebee, and the heat exuding off him was notable, still, Bumblebee kept his focus on his “work.”
“Come on, don’t be coy…I want you, little bee,” Breakdown practically groaned, pushing his lower half against the other.
“Meaning?” Bumblebee bit his derma at Breakdown’s growl.
“I want to frag you until you pass out!” Breakdown’s exclamation was accompanied with a quick drag of their panels together, a loud clash and scrap echoed in the otherwise quiet room.
Bumblebee’s own vents wheezed out a short startled noise before clearing his intake. “I need to finish this report so do what you want.“
”I know you can't resist me, little Bee.“
“Mhm, keep telling yourself that.“ Bumblebee bit his derma, trying to not smile when Breakdown scoffed at his words. He flicked to the next page, only then realizing he read half of it.
Too late now.
Not that he minded.
”Alright,” Breakdown murmured, low enough that Bumblebee almost didn't hear it. “I've always loved a challenge. I bet you won’t even last more than five minutes.” Hearing that, Bumblebee's vents begin to whirr in anticipation, knowing Breakdown took the bait just like he expected.
His doorwings flicked when Breakdown laid his servos on his back, slowly sliding them up to press lightly into the planting creases. Delicate electric danced upon each press, alighting his processor with warmth. Dutifully he shook his helm, focusing back on the datapad. The words looked like nonsense already, still he wasn't about to admit defeat already. Breakdown would surely laugh at his weak resolve, not that he would mean it maliciously, merely out of delight for the obvious love they shared.
Servos carved a hot path up to the base of his doorwings, slight scratches there almost made Bumblebee squeal and writhe, both ticklish and exciting. He could tell his optics were flickering, so he shuttered them, hoping Breakdown wouldn't notice.
”Still too busy?“ Breakdown vented, warmth pulling along Bumblebee's audial, too close, too hot, too much, but just right. ”Or are ya gonna be stubborn?“
”What's that?“ Bumblebee said with forced composure, ”Couldn't hear you. Too focused on my work here.“
Breakdown's vents clicked into a lower fan, apparently not expecting that answer, briefly before erupting in a loud rumble.
No one moved.
One.
Two.
Three nanoklicks ticked by.
Making a pained gasp, Breakdown left his backside suddenly. Bumblebee had a flash of surprise that he was so deterred, which was quickly squashed when a pair of hot servos rested on either hip plate, followed by an equally burning interface panel.
A click released. Breakdown’s spike pressurized slowly, rubbing inch by inch on Bumblebee’s aft, the heat rising with him. Bumblebee’s servos shook at the anticipation of not knowing what would happen next. He knew pushing Breakdown could have some unforeseen consequences.
Digits rubbed warming circles on his hips as Breakdown leisurely began rubbing his spike along his aft, first experimental, getting used to the pressure and sensitivity. Bumblebee’s tanks took a dip when he began to push with more pressure, a quick dig then swooping back with a slow deepness. It was getting harder for Bumblebee to pretend his focus wasn’t on that slow push and pull.
Swallowing a lump in his intake, Bumblebee blindly flipped to the next page, keeping up his ruse. He could tell his doorwings had begun to trimble.
Breakdown kissed Bumblebee's neck up to his cheek, stopping to gaze into Bumblebee's optics. ”Ya okay?“
Bumblebee knocked his helm against his, moaning as Breakdown picked up the pace. “Yes…oh,” he moaned.
It was too much. He let his panels open to welcome Breakdown in. With a roar of their engines, Breakdown slid his pulsating spike along Bumblebee’s dripping valve, erupting a delighted moan from him.
Breakdown groaned in turn, pushing just the tip in, letting Bumblebee get used to the girth and weight. With a rattling intake, Bumblebee forced himself to relax, helm falling forward on his folded arms. He noticed Breakdown move the datapad off the berth to the side shelf. A simple and caring gesture. Bumblebee’s spark thrilled in love and his calipers clenched, startling a gruff groan from his lover. Gently Breakdown pushed further in until he was fully sheathed inside, stretching the calipers wider as he went.
They didn’t last long. They never do. Too much heat between them. Everything bubbling loudly. The room filled with loud rumbles and soft moaning until their pleasure exploded together.
Now, laying flat on their berth, Bumblebee let the sweet pleasure ebb down as he listened to Breakdown’s own vents settle.
Breakdown chuckled. ”I win. You didn’t even last two minutes.” Despite his words, he was obviously equally taken out.
Laughing softly, Breakdown questioned, “Seriously? You didn’t either.”
Breakdown rolled over onto him, plating a resolute kiss on his cheek, servos roaming down his sides, leaving a reassuring line along the way. “Come on, don’t feel bad, little bee. I knew you couldn’t resist me. It’s okay to admit it.”
“You wish,” Bumblebee nudged him away. His servo was grabbed and granted a soft kiss on each of the joints, leaving a scorching want in their wake. A simple yet sweet lingering echoed in the air between them.
“How could I convince you otherwise?” Breakdown purred.
Bumblebee stretched out underneath him, letting his arms settle on Breakdown's shoulders. ”Hm,“ he fake-pondered, ”I don't know...I think I need another demonstration to know for sure.”
Breakdown smiled. He ducked down to kiss Bumblebee's cheek sweetly, with soft lips and careful placement that melted Bumblebee’s spark a bit more each time. He quietly said, ”Don't complain to me when you miss your meeting in the morning.“
Bumblebee took hold of Breakdown's face, smashing it a bit to elicit a laugh from him, and said in an almost reverent tone, ”Just as long as you don’t complain when you lose again!“
Breakdown laughed and swooped Bumblebee into a deep kiss. Soon their giggles filled the room as the moon settled in the crook of the window, alighting the night with their connection once again.