How Dirty Bots Don't Get Clean

Title: How Dirty Bots Don’t Get Clean Part 2
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, PWP, spank, kink
Summary: Last part.


Optics widening, Prowl stammered, “What are you--”

Lockdown abruptly sat up, tugging Prowl over his lap, trapping the younger mech’s plug between his thighs, gently pressing his legs together that created a teasing friction that made the ninjabot whimper, which turned to a sharp, pained cry as the bounty hunter slammed his servo over Prowl’s aft. Pain flared up Prowl’s backside. His aft was extremely tender from the last spanking, and the blows Lockdown rained down on him were relentless and even more vicious than before.

“Lockdown…hurts,” Prowl growled, tilting his head to glare up at the bounty hunter.

“Aw, c’mon, you can take it,” Lockdown snickered.

“Lockdown,” Prowl snarled.

Ignoring the warning, Lockdown continued to roughly smack the younger mech’s aft, grinning evilly as the ninjabot squirmed in his grip. He let out a startled grunt when Prowl’s elbow connected hard with his jaw, and the force of the blow sent him tumbling to the side, head striking the floor. Prowl crawled away, and Lockdown groaned, rubbing his sore jaw and glancing over at the younger mech. If looks could kill, Lockdown knew he’d be dead. He had to think fast, otherwise he was certain that he would be cut off from interfacing. That last time Lockdown had been cut off, for thirty orbital cycles, it nearly drove him insane.

“Sorry, darlin’,” Lockdown cooed, slowly crawling over to Prowl. “You know I can’t resist slapping that cute lil’ aft of yours. Let me make it up to you.”

Prowl continued glaring but allowed Lockdown to approach, moaning as the older mech reached out to massage his foot, fingers toying with the sensitive hubcap as he kissed his way up the ninjabot’s leg, swiping his glossa over the younger mech’s plug before engulfing it in his mouth. He laved the rigid length with his glossa, enjoying the disappointed whimper Prowl gave when he suddenly pulled away.

Nuzzling Prowl’s chassis, Lockdown murmured, “Open up for me, darlin’. I want to try something new. If you don’t like it, I swear that I’ll stop.”

The younger mech slid back his chest plates, gasping and arching his back as Lockdown placed a gentle kiss on his pulsing spark, sending a ripple of pleasure shooting through his chassis. Locking his optics with Prowl, Lockdown wrapped his mouth around the ninjabot’s spark and sucked hard. Prowl thrashed on the ground, servos gripping Lockdown’s face tightly and pushing him deeper into his chassis, screaming in bliss when the bounty hunter’s glossa delved into his spark’s core, swirling and flicking in quick strokes, pleasant tingles flooding the older mech’s mouth. Prowl gasped for breath, internal fans spiraling wildly as his frame started to overheat, tossing his head side to side, crying out deliriously as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over his body, sending him crashing and blacking out.

Lockdown smirked in smug satisfaction, positioning his hips to align with Prowl’s, easing his plug inside the younger mech, thrusting softly as he continued to suck and nip the throbbing spark. Prowl’s recharge didn’t last, and he woke yelling and cursing, body sent into another fierce overload. He passed out yet again. The process carried on four more times before Prowl, nearly sobbing from the over stimulation that bordered on sheer agony, gave Lockdown a warning slap across the face, forcing the bounty hunter to release his mouth from the ninjabot’s spark.

“Play nice, brat,” Lockdown muttered, placing a gentle kiss on Prowl’s lips. “I know you’re enjoying this.”

“Ah! Please, Primus, too much!” Prowl whimpered, barely able to form a coherent sentence.

“Last time,” Lockdown murmured, nipping Prowl’s chin. “I promise. At least for a few hours, anyway.”

Prowl groaned and shuddered, clenching his internals around Lockdown’s plug, causing both to overload. Lockdown pressed his lips over Prowl’s, murmuring endearments as the younger mech, completely exhausted, slipped into recharge. Lockdown rolled onto his back, tugging Prowl with him, shaft still snug within the ninjabot, not wanting to break his connection with the younger mech yet.

Before drifting into recharge, Lockdown wearily sighed, “Didn’t even get a chance to use the wax. Ah well. Next time, maybe.”

End