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Starbrawl was writhing on Ironhide’s berth. It had been nearly an entire full complete joor since Ironhide had given him any attention. It was agony, it was evil, it was a violation of his rights as a Cybertronian, it was something he would bring up to Optimus Prime himself to let him know that Ironhide was being exceptionally cruel to a Decepticon during this tense peace, when he should be nice, and give Starbrawl some fragging attention! All his writhing earned Starbrawl a quick trip to the floor, with the graceful sound of a scrapload of sheet metal being thrown onto a sidewalk. “Darlin’, can you cut that out? I need to get this done before I can recharge,” Ironhide said, finally turning away from the datapad in front of him to look at Starbrawl, who had decided it was a wonderful idea to look up at Ironhide like he personally had shoved Starbrawl on to the ground. He may have well as, given none of this would have happened if he wasn’t so focused on that datapad. He needed to get the security rotas written for the next week? How was that more important than making sure his… whatever they were, wasn’t dying of boredom after nearly a full day of no attention? “Besides, I just took a break barely a breem ago.” Maybe it was less than a day. Starbrawl stood, with all the elegance and stumbling of a newly forged glitchzelle, and threw his arms around Ironhide after making his way over to the bot, peering over his shoulder at the work he was doing. “How much longer will you be?”Ironhide let out a sigh, something he had picked up from his time on Earth. Starbrawl didn’t understand why Autobots so frequently imitated the organic species they spent their time around, but he found it charming out of Ironhide, rather than annoying or ridicule worthy from any other bot. “Do you remember when you asked me how long it would be a breem ago?”“Yes.”“Well it’s the amount of time I told you, minus a little less than a breem, because I keep having to tell you how long I’ll be.”Starbrawl groaned, letting go of Ironhide and now standing, arms folded. “You hate me, don’t you?”Ironhide leaned forward, head in his hands. “’Brawl, I don’t hate you, I am tryin’ to get my work done.” He sounded exhausted, which was nothing next to the travesty which was Starbrawl not getting a suitable amount of attention right now. That was the real issue here, not making sure the base was properly protected and whatever the hell else went into making the security rota. Ironhide had already explained what went into it about a dozen times, but it wasn’t sinking in still. It probably never would. “You could go back to your own berthroom you know, entertain yourself there.”“But I don’t want to go back to my berthroom, my roommate is there probably drooling over spreadsheets that don’t make any sense! It’ll melt my processor, do you want that? Do you want my processor to melt?”“You are being needlessly dramatic, darlin’. The faster I get this finished the faster we can do something together, okay?” Starbrawl let out another loud, irritated, and irritating groan in response. He spun around in his chair, facing Starbrawl. “You need a distraction that bad?” Starbrawl nodded, like an eager cyberdog ready to please. “I can think of a few things that might keep you distracted.”Starbrawl grinned, leaning in closer to the Autobot. “Want to share?” Starbrawl looked down at the sound of Ironhide’s panels opening, his spike pressurized. Starbrawl felt a coil of pride knowing Ironhide had been far more distracted than he let on. Before Starbrawl could drop to his knees and trace his tongue over the line of gorgeous red biolights that went up the length of his spike Ironhide grabbed his face. “No fair,” Starbrawl said through squished cheeks.Ironhide brought Starbrawl’s face level with his own, blue optics meeting green. “Here’s the rules. You can sit in my lap, on my spike, as long as you’re quiet. No talking at all,” Ironhide said, Starbrawl nodding along. He would agree to just about anything if it meant he wouldn’t be laying on Ironhide’s berth annoying people on The Big Conversation. “No squirmin’ either, I need to get this finished.” Starbrawl nodded in agreement, pressing a quick kiss to Ironhide’s lips before he lined himself up with the red bot, although he didn’t have to do too much of the work since Ironhide was guiding him with one large, powerful, beautiful hand on his hips, the other on his spike. Once he had fully taken Ironhide in he leaned back, pressing himself against his chest plating. As much as he would have preferred riding Ironhide’s spike, sucking him off under the desk, getting pounded on the berth, or any of the other thousand fantasies that he was getting carried away with at the moment, this was cozy. It was nice. Ironhide had even wrapped one arm around his waist, keeping him in place. It was cozy and wonderful and perfect and not at all intensely boring and annoying and no better than rolling around on Ironhide’s berth starting rumors on The Big Conversation that would get his denta knocked in the next time he was alone in the mess hall.Primus he was bored.He rocked his feet slightly. Not enough to actually get off in this stellar cycle, but enough that he could feel something other than sitting there doing nothing- and Ironhide grabbed him. “’Brawl, what did I say about squirmin’?” He sounded more amused than actually annoyed, like he expected this to happen. He probably did, Starbrawl was not a very inventive mech. In fact, he was notably fucking stupid. Starbrawl briefly opened his mouth to protest, snap back about how he was bored, and Ironhide was neglecting him, and wasn’t he done with the stupid damn rota already anyways, but he snapped his mouth shut when Ironhide raised his optical ridges. “Look at that, you can remember to keep it quiet. Why don’t we figure out something to help you out with your squirmin’, okay darlin’?”Ironhide’s hand that had been working on the security rota moved to Starbrawl’s inner thigh, tracing little circles higher and higher, making Starbrawl gasp out in static. He didn’t get the release or sensation he was silently praying to Primus for though, as Ironhide soon stopped and pulled his leg to the side, spreading him open. The red mech placed Starbrawl’s leg on the opposite side of his own, leaving it dangling in the air. He repeated the action with Starbrawl’s other leg, leaving him with no opportunity to rub his thighs together, rock in the seat, just lean back against Ironhide and look down at the spike buried in his valve, lubricant dripping down on to the seat. His spike was painfully pressurized behind its plating, but having it out would mean one more thing to resist stimulating, and Starbrawl didn’t want anything in the way of the view of the spike buried in him. “There, no more squirming.” Ironhide punctuated the statement with a quick kiss to Starbrawl’s neck cabling, and the needy mech didn’t know if he wanted to curse or worship him. Ironhide settled back into doing work, which mostly seemed to be twirling his stylus in his digits and occasionally writing something down. Starbrawl could think of a few things he would rather Ironhide fidget with over his stylus, the current top contender being his node. He would give anything to even just suck on Ironhide’s digits. Starbrawl looked at them working, fidgeting, and imagined tracing each section with his glossa, imagined those digits pumping in his intake, maybe he would gag or choke on them- Every thought in his processor was cleared when Ironhide shifted in his seat, causing the slightest of movement. He let out a low whine, pressing his frame back into Ironhide’s chestplate, helm resting back on his shoulder, sending Ironhide a whithering look to tell him how mean he was. He was the worst. Starbrawl deserved attention and praise and touch and Ironhide knew that, he knew that Starbrawl was being so good and he wasn’t even rewarding that because he was so mean. He imagined Ironhide bending him over the desk, abandoning his work and fragging Starbrawl until he forgot his own name, overload after overload, Ironhide filling him with transfluid until it pooled on the floor. He imagined Ironhide making him lick it off the floor and- Wait was he even into that? Was Ironhide? He decided he would try to get himself off to the idea another time, figure that out. It would be easier when there wasn’t Ironhide’s spike in him, not moving, because Ironhide was cruel and wouldn’t frag Starbrawl because fragging SECURITY ROTAS were more important than his partner! He hated him. As soon as he got his overload he was leaving him, finding someone who didn’t do paperwork. Ironhide had stopped working. His stylus was set down, the security rota was set aside, and he had begun to press a few slow hot kisses to Starbrawl’s neck cabling. Maybe he wouldn’t leave him after all, because those strong hands (both of them now!) that had begun to roam his frame felt better than any other sensation in the universe. Those perfect fragging kisses trailed over the finials on the side of his helm which twitched faintly, the already sensitive appendages threatening to overwhelm him. “You did so good for me ‘Brawl,” Ironhide lied. Starbrawl had been plotting several ways he could wiggle his hips for friction, and he already had his thighs spread from the last time he tried that. “I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?” Starbrawl decided he would not call Ironhide out on lying. It wasn’t like he was allowed to speak anyways. One of Ironhide’s digits ghosted over Starbrawl’s aching node, causing static to fall from his lips yet again. Earlier he had wondered whether he wanted to curse or worship him, and he rapidly settled on worship. Fuck Primus, damn him to the pit, he would set up an altar to Ironhide. “I just need one last thing from you darlin’, but you seemed pretty eager for it earlier, so how about you suck my spike?” One of Ironhide’s hands had stopped roaming Starbrawl’s body, and he used it to gently, yet firmly with no room for resistance, lift Starbrawl’s chin to look at him. “Clean up that mess you made of it and then I’ll help you overload sweetspark, I promise.” Starbrawl nodded in agreement, like he would ever do anything else. Ironhide was gentle as he lifted Starbrawl’s legs and settled them back on the ground, pressing gentle kisses to his neck cabling, shoulder, anywhere he could reach as Starbrawl regained his sense in them enough to not collapse the moment he wasn’t balanced on Ironhide’s spike. Then there was the sound. The sound of a spike leaving an utterly soaked valve with a wet, completely lascivious pop. The next sound was the sound of metal knees hitting the floor in record time as Starbrawl finally got to lick a stripe up the gorgeous, fucking stunning, utterly perfect red biolight that ran up the underside of Ironhide’s spike before sinking his intake down on to the full length of the spike, the taste of his own transfluid mingling with the small amount already leaking from Ironhide. He stayed there, spike pushing against the back of his intake, green optics gazing up at Ironhide like a dare. Maybe it was how hot being made to be still had been, but Starbrawl wanted Ironhide to fucking use him. He took the mech’s hand in his own and set it firmly on the back of his helm. “You sure darlin’?” Ironhide asked, strain in his voice. Starbrawl only answered by staring up at him, as if to ask if he had ever not been sure of a course of action. He adjusted his grip on Starbrawl’s helm, and pushed the mech down impossibly farther on his spike. Starbrawl felt optical lubricant prick at the corners of his optics, and looked back up at Ironhide like a misbehaving cyberdog who had gotten caught. He didn’t get to see Ironhide’s reaction to his expression before the mech pulled him back until barely the tip of his spike was in Starbrawl, and shoving him back down to that point Starbrawl could barely reach without a firm hand on his helm. Ironhide was relentless, pistoning away at Starbrawl’s intake like he was a cheap piece of shareware. Starbrawl fragging loved it.Oral lubricant covered his chin, dripping on to the floor. If it weren’t for the iron-clad grip on his helm he was certain he would collapse onto the floor, but Ironhide’s grip was unwavering, and so was his spike plunging in and out of Starbrawl. Starbrawl was venting, attempting to get the buildup of heat in his system out before it was a problem. He knew he looked like a mess, surrounded by steam, lubricant pouring from his optics and intake, his valve dripping transfluid on to the ground. He loved this, being made completely undone by Ironhide. No one else was good enough to do this to him. Ironhide didn’t push him back down on to his spike this time. He held Starbrawl off of it slightly, and the bot strained against his grasp, desperately wanting to continue, wanting that spike to go back to making his intake ache. This was cruel, every time Starbrawl had some fragging stimulation Ironhide took it away, and it was unreasonable, and mean, and worst of all Starbrawl didn’t like it. He geared himself up to glare at Ironhide, but was swiftly interrupted by the mech cumming on his face, thick transfluid mingling with his oral and optical lubricant.“I should get you looking like this more often ‘Brawl,” Ironhide said, dragging two digits over Starbrawl’s face and gathering up some of his transfluid, which he barely had to offer to the kneeling mech before he began to suck it off his digits. Starbrawl was eager, working his glossa over ever ridge and indent, taking more of Ironhide into him than was strictly necessary for cleaning those digits off. Ironhide pulled them out, earning a low whine from Starbrawl. “You look so perfect when you’re pathetic like this,” he said, lifting Starbrawl’s face, his thumb firmly on the mech’s lower lip, the other under his chin. “Do you think you’ve earned an overload darlin’?” Starbrawl nodded, only as fast as Ironhide would allow him to. Ironhide stood and picked him up, one arm under his knees and the other behind his shoulders, and walked him back over to the berth, leaving him with his legs hanging over the side. Starbrawl stared up at him and doubted there was a better sight in the universe. He also wondered when Ironhide would hurry up and shove his spike in his fragging valve and hopefully do more than just leave it there. Ironhide lowered himself to his knees, pushing Starbrawl’s apart gently. The indigo mech propped himself up on his elbows to watch as Ironhide ran his glossa over his valve and circled the tip of it around his node. He felt, and didn’t see, Ironhide suck on his node, as his helm fell back in pleasure and static poured from his vocals. Starbrawl’s elbows gave out and he fell completely back on to the berth when Ironhide pushed two digits into him, pumping them slowly while he continued to lavish Starbrawl’s node with his glossa. Even if Starbrawl was allowed to speak he would have been incoherent, every touch counting for a million after so much denial and need. A third digit pressed into Starbrawl, stretching him when Ironhide spread his digits slightly, making Starbrawl arch up from the berth before collapsing back down as Ironhide continued, picking up speed now. He was flicking Starbrawl’s aching node with the tip of his glossa, alternating between the short flicks, lapping at it with his flattened glossa, or those perfect fragging moments when Starbrawl saw white when he sucked on it. That always left him more tender, and so close to overload, but Ironhide, cruel as he was, always stopped just before Starbrawl actually overloaded. Every time Starbrawl would try to grind his hips down against Ironhide’s face, only to be met by one incredibly firm hand on him, keeping him in place before the thought of moving had even fully processed in his mind. All the while his other hand never stopped pumping his digits in and out of Starbrawl, occasionally speeding up or slowing down, maybe just to see the different ways Starbrawl would gasp, static, or moan. Despite the attention Starbrawl was actually getting now, Ironhide still wouldn’t let him overload. Then he didn’t. Ironhide sucked on Starbrawl’s node and kept sucking, grazing his denta against it as he did so, eliciting a sob from Starbrawl as he was finally pushed over the edge, wave after wave of processor wiping pleasure rushing through his frame, one hand rushing down to grasp Ironhide’s helm, the other desperately grasping a blanket that he had carelessly thrown across the berth earlier. Starbrawl vented, releasing as much heat as he could from his system, as he was currently at risk of having his second most embarrassing visit to the medbay with how hot his frame was running. Ironhide, who was not helping, and in fact was making everything worse by pulling away from Starbrawl’s valve, licking the overheated mech’s transfluid off his lips and digits in full view of him, likely only to torture him, sat beside his limp frame on the berth, and gently stroked the side of his helm. Starbrawl leaned into the sweet touch without hesitation as he cooled. “You up for one more round darlin’?” Starbrawl looked over to see Ironhide’s repressurized spike, and felt his valve practically ache from how desperately he wanted it inside of him. “We don’t need to- all right, you’re already nodding, I won’t argue.”Starbrawl’s valve was soaked and well prepared already, and Ironhide slid into him with no resistance at all. He leaned over Starbrawl, kissing him as he began thrusting into the bot below him, both actions a bit too gentle for Starbrawl’s tastes. He wouldn’t complain though, anything from Ironhide was a delight. He also wasn’t allowed to complain, as he still couldn’t talk, and damn him to the Pits, he wasn’t having Ironhide kick him out now of all times for speaking. He pulled away, sucking on Starbrawl’s bottom lip before letting it go. Ironhide’s hands wrapped around Starbrawl’s waist, his grip tightened, and he switched from the gentle thrusts to jackhammering into the bot, holding him in place so his frame wasn’t pushed back by the sheer force. It was brutal and everything Starbrawl had been fantasizing about while he had been rolling around on Ironhide’s berth. A few stray drops of optical lubricant ran down the sides of Starbrawl’s face, partially out of relief from getting what he wanted this whole time, and partially due to the sheer power with which Ironhide was thrusting into him with. It was perfect, and exactly what he had wanted this entire time. Ironhide was a powerful mech with a powerful build, it was part of what Starbrawl adored about him. Every part of him looked like it knew a lifetime of work, and Ironhide knew how to use every part of himself for the task at hand. And currently, that task was making Starbrawl the most blissed-out bot in the galaxy. “You take me so well Starbrawl,” Ironhide said, his pace unrelenting as the mech in his grasp gasped out static and writhed in pleasure. Starbrawl never wanted him to stop, wanted this to be for forever. He wanted to stay here getting pounded by Ironhide while he said nice things to him until the world ended. No more wars or anything outside of this room, just Ironhide, his spike, and whatever he wanted to do to Starbrawl. “You’re doing so good.” He nearly overloaded from that alone. Ironhide removed one hand from Starbrawl’s waist, still keeping him in place, his other settling near his valve. He was gentle when he began rubbing Starbrawl’s already tender node, which pushed Starbrawl much closer to the edge than he was prepared for. Between the previous overload and everything fragging else Ironhide had done to him, it wouldn’t take much this time. Ironhide’s thrusts began to stutter a bit, and he began to rub Starbrawl’s node faster, making him squirm the slight amount he could. Even with only one hand on the task Ironhide could still keep him restrained just the way he wanted. Starbrawl was close again, it seemed Ironhide was too. “C’mon ‘Brawl, I want to see that pretty face you make when you overload,” Ironhide through grit denta, punctuating his sentence with the slightest pinch to Starbrawl’s node. It it was enough to push him over the edge, overloading around Ironhide’s spike. A moment later he felt thick ropes of transfluid start pouring into his valve, and Ironhide held himself fully holstered inside of Starbrawl as he came, only pulling out when he was finished. Both bots were venting now, and Ironhide sat beside him in the berth, his hand tenderly stroking the side of Starbrawl’s helm again.The room was full of steam and smelled like ozone, and Starbrawl had absolutely no intention of getting up from the berth until he was forced to by Megatron himself. “How are you feelin’?” Ironhide was pressing lazy sweet kisses to the top of Starbrawl’s helm. ”That wasn’t too much for you right?”“No, I liked it, a lot,” Starbrawl said, still readjusting to being allowed to speak after keeping silent for longer than he ever had before, save for recharge or the occasional medbay stay. It was cozy here, in Ironhide’s berth, especially now that it wasn’t just him. Ironhide had cleaned him up, along with the rest of the mess they had made, and now everything was perfect. “Did you actually finish your work?”His words were met with a low warm chuckle. Starbrawl wanted to melt into that sound. “I did not. I think I need to get an early start tomorrow sweetspark, sorry.” “You better finish while I’m still recharging.” Starbrawl looked up at Ironhide from where his face had been tucked against the red mech’s chassis. “Or I’ll have to distract you all over again.”“I think I could tolerate that.”