RP > I'll just leave this here

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ So. This is a medical ward- and there is a Jet laying on a berth. He's been there a long damn time- something about being bitchslapped by a giant Decepticon lizard- and while it's about time for him to be discharged, right now he's in recharge.

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[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[Good thing they both have a lot of red on them.

He presses in closer, shuddering. There may be a little more desperation in that kiss of his, his hand digging into a joint.]

'Raid--!

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Sidesw-- ah! [ He arches into that hand with a moan, his own fingers scraping over your chest armor, looking for seams ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[He shifts enough to show you just the right place, and works his hand in a little more, returning to nom on your neck cables as he does this.

Multitasking!]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, you mean this place? Well, he'll dig his fingers in with a vengeance.

His engine kicks up again- really, you'd think he should be moving at mach 5 or something- and he let's loose a static-laced moan that may or may not have been your name ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes. There's a moan of his own, and a long, drawn out shudder.

The sound of your engine doesn't help. He's giving those cables a good working over with his mouth, running his fingers up and down that seam.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Digs his fingers in deeper, and arches into your touch. His intakes are working almost as hard as his engine at this point, and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold on ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[His overheated systems probably aren't helping anything in the cooling department, but he doesn't care. He's too busy pressing against your fingers, dragging his down your seams.

Although, in truth, he's probably as close to the edge as you are.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ He shifts, scraping armor against armor, his own fingers digging into seams and tire tread. His systems are screaming for release, and he's so close... just a little more. ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[And he practically cries out into the other's neck, grinding himself against him. So... close...

He reaches over, jerkily, and gives that wing a pull.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Something gets yanked out-of-whack with that one, but does it ever feel batter than it hurts. He jerks, grinding back against the other with startling ferocity, digging his fingers into whatever he happens to be holing onto at the time, as static pops into his vision.

And then he looses it. With a cry, his vision whites out as his systems finally overload ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[It's enough for him, something's probably strained, or torn, and he doesn't care because this is the best overload ever.

His voice echoes Air Raid's, and he writhes for a moment, in the throes of it all.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ For his own part, he keeps his death-grip on Sideswipe until he's forced into recharge. Then he just goes slack, one arm falling at his side, the other still draped over Sideswipe's back.

It'll be a long, long while before he comes to again. ]