oh my, are you really staying for the night?
transformers ;; hotlock ;; wc: 402 ;; NSFW. just smut. nothing special about it.
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The drive is six hours. Hot Rod drove six hours for this.
The two forces currently have bases set up on the same, basically-an-asteroid sized planet, located on different sections of it. They attack, retreat, plan, attack, retreat, plan, hoping to outsmart the other before they eventually leave and go somewhere else. Hot Rod, though, didn't care about any of that, and had very different motivations when he made the six hour drive. Deadlock knows this, because he greets Hot Rod at the little meeting place they had arranged.
It takes a few seconds for them to get on each other. Hot Rod, shareware that he is, might have been the one to arrange this whole rigamoroll, but they both need it. When Hot Rod paws at Deadlock's plating, Deadlock paws at his, temperature skyrocketing. It's been a bit too long.
"I want it," Hot Rod exvents, "I want it so bad, please, Deadlock-"
"You're such a shit Autobot," the con spits, looking down in time to see Hot Rod's panelling snap back. "Sneaking away on a fuckin'- fuckin' six hour drive just to get 'faced by a con. What would your teammates say?"
Hot Rod groans. "I don't care, I don't- don't wanna think about that. Just, just need you. Need you so bad." He's whining.
Deadlock trails a servo down, dipping a clawed finger into Hot Rod's heat, causing the bot to shudder. "Primus, you're worked up." He smirks, a fang poking out between his lip plating. "Bet you'd do this for any con who'd have you, right? Just need to get clanged every few days or you'll go crazy. Don't matter who does it."
Hot Rod, rolling his hips into Deadlock's servos, chuckles. "If that was the case, I wouldn't be here, right?" He exvents into Deadlock's chassis. "I'm special."
The assassin huffs. "Don't get ahead of yourself," he barks, sliding a second finger inside, and Hot Rod bites down on his lip plating to keep his whines down. "You ain't special, by any means. I'm doin' you a favour."
It's a lie, really, and at this point both of them know that. Hot Rod lets out a small noise of disagreement, but ultimately drops it, possibly in part because Deadlock has started moving his fingers in a way that makes certain parts of his processor malfunction. Hot Rod shuts them down, and lets himself melt into the feelings.