Lingerie

Title: Nursebot
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, crack! fic, corny dialogue, cross dressing, PWP, role-play, spank
Summary: (AU) Another costume goes through some wear and tear.


Lockdown couldn’t contain a gleeful smile as Prowl, dressed in a white nurse’s uniform with silky white stockings covering his thighs, walked into the room, carrying a basin of soapy water.

“Good evening, Mr. Lockdown,” Prowl stated. “It’s time for your nightly sponge bath. Enthusiastic as ever I see.”

“Hard not to be with a nurse like you, darlin’,” Lockdown leered.

Prowl huffed and rolled his optics. “Let’s just get this over with, and keep those wandering servos to yourself.”

Lockdown smirked as Prowl placed the basin on the edge of the berth he was laying on, servo dipping inside to draw out a soaked sponge. Prowl lifted the sponge over Lockdown’s chassis and squeezed his servo, water and soap dripping out. Lockdown moaned as the cool water trickled down him, squirming as the soft sponge massaged his chest plates. The sponge drifted lower, rubbing over his groin. Snarling low in lust, Lockdown grabbed Prowl’s servo and yanked the smaller mech on top of him. Prowl gasped as his skirt was hiked up, and his aft was fondled by the older mech’s hook and servo.

“Mr. Lockdown! Stop!” Prowl yelled, kicking wildly and knocking over the basin. “Someone might walk in!”

“Not a chance,” Lockdown growled, giving the younger mech’s aft a harsh smack, eliciting a sharp cry. “I’ve wanted you for too long now.”

Prowl screeched as the front of his uniform was suddenly ripped open, exposing his chassis.

“My uniform!” Prowl snarled, squirming as another smack was delivered to his aft. “Oh you brute!”

Excitedly, Lockdown pawed at the chest plates, fingers delving into the seams, drawing out soft moans from the smaller mech.

Lockdown snickered and whispered huskily, “Do you know how many nights I stroked myself off after you bathed me? I can’t wait anymore. Frag I want you.” He tore at Prowl’s panties, fingers pushing against the younger mech’s port. “Right here. I want to get inside right here.”

Prowl gritted his dentals and hissed, “Oohh…stop it! You’re making me all wet!”

“And hard too it would seem,” Lockdown snickered, gazing down at the front of Prowl’s lacy panties, shaft pushing through the top.

Lockdown pulled Prowl down for a heated kiss. Prowl moaned into the kiss as Lockdown’s fingers massaged his port before sinking in, pumping in and out hard and fast. He tore his lips away and groaned as the fingers left him, replaced by something bigger. Prowl gazed back and whimpered when he saw the older mech’s length, thick and dripping with lubricant.

“See how hard you’ve made me, you naughty little nurse?” Lockdown murmured.

Licking his lips, Prowl reached around to skim his fingers over the twitching length, making Lockdown shudder and groan. “Hmm, you’re huge. You won’t hurt me, right Mr. Lockdown?”

Lockdown nuzzled Prowl’s neck. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you, darlin’. I’m just going to take you for a fun, hard ride.”

Lockdown thrust upwards forcefully. He smirked in satisfaction as Prowl’s optics went wide from being abruptly filled. Each thrust was harder than the last, but after each one Lockdown would pause and watch with a feral smirk as Prowl struggled to regulate his intakes, gasping helplessly. The younger mech slumped forward, desperately clutching at Lockdown’s shoulders as the larger mech’s thrusts became more brutal, making Prowl scream from each movement of the older mech’s hips. Lockdown’s servo returned to Prowl’s aft, squeezing harshly and helping him move and gyrate on his now pulsating shaft.

Lockdown leaned his brow against Prowl’s, and growled as he thrust harder and sharper. “You like it don’t you? You like my plug slamming into your tight, little port hmm?”

“Oh…yes,” Prowl mewled. “Oh, I love it. So big….and hard…inside of me. Feels like…I’m going to split apart…but also…feels so damn…good.”

Lockdown smacked Prowl’s aft and thrust as fast and as hard as he could, hips and aft shooting up from the berth from each thrust.

“Ah! Primus!” Prowl wailed. “I’m going to overload!”

“That’s it darlin’,” Lockdown murmured. “Overload for me.”

“Lockdown! Lockdown! Lockdown!” Prowl screamed, throwing back his helm as pleasure overtook him.

Lubricant spurted across Lockdown’s chassis, and the feeling of the warm fluid sent him over the edge, filling the younger mech with his hot essence. Prowl went limp atop Lockdown, making the older mech chuckle. He grinned wide when a wicked thought came to him. Now that Prowl was passed out, it would be a perfect opportunity for him to install the kitty mods on the younger mech.

TBC