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G1 Slash/Humour

ProwlxBluestreak

Bluestreak pinned Prowl to the wall, smothering with kisses while Prowl wrapped his legs around Bluestreaks hips.
It only took a simple question to start the foreplay.
Prowl and Bluestreak had been going out for a while and they’ve always wanted to get closer, to explore each other. But they had always been to busy (More like Prowl’s been to busy). Bluestreak would be lucky if Prowl would even spend the night in the same berth.
But tonight, there would be no interruption. Nothing that urgently needed to be attended to. Tonight was about Prowl and Bluestreak, and Bluestreak was prepared to go all the way.
“Ugh.” Prowl moaned. Bluestreak slipped his hand to the back of Prowl head, tilting it backwards, exposing his neck. He bent forward and licked his way up to Prowls chin.

“Ugh...Oh, Bluestreak…Take me now!” Prowl pleaded.

YES! Bluestreak cheered in his head.
Bluestreak grinded their codpieces together until they split apart. Bluestreak buried his face into the crock of Prowl’s neck.
He continued to thrust into Prowl’s crotch, waiting to find the feeling of his plug sticking into him.
After many attempt, and not any luck, Bluestreak panted,
“Ha-ha Prowl…ah- Where’s your...mmhh- where’s your plug?”
Prowl stopped rocking against him.

“Plug?”

Bluestreak pulled his face out of Prowl’s neck and looked at him.
Then, in unison, they both looked down at each others crotches, only to be greeted by a gaping port.
“You have a port?” Prowl said, eyeing it.

“What happened to your plug?!” Bluestreak looked at it, horrified.

“I never had one”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Sharing what type of genitals I have isn’t something I speak about on a daily basis” Prowl said slyly.

“Then how the hell are we gonna link-up?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who came onto me.”

Bluestreak sighed in frustration. Everything was going perfectly up until now. He was sure he was going to get laid by the hottest mech to ever grace his eyes. But, no, they both had to have ports.

“Well...We could always...You know...Scissor? Like what the femmes do?” Prowl suggested.

“Uh. News flash Prowl, we’re not femmes.”

“Well do you have any better ideas Mister Plug-less?”

Bluestreak growled. Then a thought crossed his mind, which made him grin naughtily.

“Well...” he smiled. “We could always use our fingers”

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Description
G1 Slash/Humour

ProwlxBluestreak

Bluestreak pinned Prowl to the wall, smothering with kisses while Prowl wrapped his legs around Bluestreaks hips.
It only took a simple question to start the foreplay.
Prowl and Bluestreak had been going out for a while and they’ve always wanted to get closer, to explore each other. But they had always been to busy (More like Prowl’s been to busy). Bluestreak would be lucky if Prowl would even spend the night in the same berth.
But tonight, there would be no interruption. Nothing that urgently needed to be attended to. Tonight was about Prowl and Bluestreak, and Bluestreak was prepared to go all the way.
“Ugh.” Prowl moaned. Bluestreak slipped his hand to the back of Prowl head, tilting it backwards, exposing his neck. He bent forward and licked his way up to Prowls chin.

“Ugh...Oh, Bluestreak…Take me now!” Prowl pleaded.

YES! Bluestreak cheered in his head.
Bluestreak grinded their codpieces together until they split apart. Bluestreak buried his face into the crock of Prowl’s neck.
He continued to thrust into Prowl’s crotch, waiting to find the feeling of his plug sticking into him.
After many attempt, and not any luck, Bluestreak panted,
“Ha-ha Prowl…ah- Where’s your...mmhh- where’s your plug?”
Prowl stopped rocking against him.

“Plug?”

Bluestreak pulled his face out of Prowl’s neck and looked at him.
Then, in unison, they both looked down at each others crotches, only to be greeted by a gaping port.
“You have a port?” Prowl said, eyeing it.

“What happened to your plug?!” Bluestreak looked at it, horrified.

“I never had one”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Sharing what type of genitals I have isn’t something I speak about on a daily basis” Prowl said slyly.

“Then how the hell are we gonna link-up?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who came onto me.”

Bluestreak sighed in frustration. Everything was going perfectly up until now. He was sure he was going to get laid by the hottest mech to ever grace his eyes. But, no, they both had to have ports.

“Well...We could always...You know...Scissor? Like what the femmes do?” Prowl suggested.

“Uh. News flash Prowl, we’re not femmes.”

“Well do you have any better ideas Mister Plug-less?”

Bluestreak growled. Then a thought crossed his mind, which made him grin naughtily.

“Well...” he smiled. “We could always use our fingers”

Fini