Blackout:

Mmmm...so tense. -Runs his hands soothingly along his shoulders, down his chest, and...- This just won't do...

Bonecrusher:

Mmm...  When y'wind me up like that, 's hard t'not be tense....  *Tries to keep a relaxed posture, but every piece of metal Blackout touches shudders, and his optics dim*

Blackout:

Then allow me to remedy that...-Resumes their earlier 'activities', seeing as they had to be relocated to a more intimate setting. But this time he's not so much sidled between the other's legs as much as he's on top of them.-

Bonecrusher:

*Groans, hooking his claws into Blackout's hip and pulling him up firmly, leering at the other*  Y'really had fun with Megatron, hmm?  *His voice is just a purr*

Blackout:

-He makes a sound similar to a heated whine, arching into the contact and his hand getting to work. He nuzzles the other's face, nipping at it and panting- You have no idea...-He breathes, still obviously worked up about the matter. Primus, he needs a release.-

Bonecrusher:

I think I have some  idea....  *Something hums in his chest and he leans up, purring in a voice that isn't quite his own...*  I think I know very well....

Blackout:

-Snapping to attention, he nearly slips off the other's lap, or he would have were it not for his...current 'hold' on the other. He pulls back, staring at him incredulously, which is not an easy task seeing as that swoonish expression does not readily want to leave him.-

Bonecrusher:

*He smirks, narrowing his optics and, once he settles Blackout back into his lap, he reaches up and hooks his hand around the back of Blackout's neck, pulling his head down so that his mouth rests next to Blackout's audios, still in that other voice*  You enjoyed it so much, it was nearly too much to tolerate...

Blackout:

-At first it appears that he is...trembling, but he is in fact shuddering, right down to the very tips of his rotor blades. His optics shutter close before offlining completely, a soft moan escaping him.-

Bonecrusher:

*The illusion is partially ruined because of the height difference and the lack of an arm, but he's going to do what he can, starting by dragging his claws sharply from Blackout's neck down to the rotor on his back.*  Louder, Blackout.  I can hardly hear you.

Blackout:

-If it's any consolation, Blackout is very drunk, which does help matters quite a bit! His hips begin to move, as if following a beat only he can hear, rolling and brushing against Bonecrusher's own in a hard, smooth rhythm. The next time he is heard there is no holding back as he obeys with heavy cries.-

Bonecrusher:

Better.  *He holds that Megatron-like tone of almost  approval, claws sinking down into the rotor gears and digging in deep.*  Though I would appreciate your input as to my own performance.  *At "input," he twists his claws and scratches them against internal components with a low growl.*

Blackout:

-He screams. There's no other way to put it. It's a bundle of ecstasy and pain, of being overwhelmed and empowered. A couple whimpers follow, but only a scant few, that are accompanied by moans. His hips continue to roll and his hands work more frantically, wanting, no needing, to do something. Primus it's just building up, getting hot...- Do as you will to me, just don't stop!

Bonecrusher:

*He chuckles lowly before turning his head and delivering a vicious bite to a fuel line in Blackout's neck, lightly piercing the wiring and drawing up a few drops of energon.*  Oh, I don't intend to stop...  *He purrs the sentence, drawing his claws out of the rotor and moving them down Blackout's back, scraping them along the underside of several rotor blades before bringing his hand around and prying up some of Blackout's chestplate, grappling at wiring as he gets it within reach, groaning lowly at Blackout's hands.*

Blackout:

-Is beyond rational thinking, beyond caring about anything outside this moment. It's just him, this game of give and take, and that voice... As his rotors are stroked they rattle together, as if with a life of their own, and when his armor is nearly bent to the point of tearing he just hisses and comes so terribly close to just begging, though he does not know for what. Mercy would be a far crueler fate than anything else.-

Bonecrusher:

*-And his hand relents suddenly, pulling to the point of almost coming away from Blackout entirely, and he growls in what is most probably anger.*  You're holding back, Blackout.  Do not disappoint me.  *He then sinks his claws back in, tearing at the armor with brute force and a snarl.*

Blackout:

-Another raw scream is wrenched from the helicopter, his body going rigid and still as he braces himself against the other's frame. He freezes in whatever position he had been in, thighs encompassing the other's hips and his hands digging in tightly to indent Bonecrusher's armor. But through it all, he still gives off the demand of more, more, more!-

Bonecrusher:

*He snarls again and viciously pulls at the chestplate, working his hand deeper into Blackout's chest until clawtips hit the cables directly attached to his spark chamber, trailing down them lightly before going over them again harshly.*  Much better.

Blackout:

Ahh...-He leans into the touch, never mind how much that hurts, kissing and biting whatever he can reach, though he avoids his lips as much as possible, wanting to hear more.-

Bonecrusher:

Blackout...  *He hisses the other's name, interlacing it with as much passion and fervor he can give it with the modification, and his claws finally scrape along the side of the spark casing, not quite crossing the line between pleasure and pain.*  Blackout...

Blackout:

-Is losing control, his systems unable to keep up anymore. His vents have long since been spewing just more hot air, his throat growing sore and staticky from the abuse, and he can hardly contain himself! The sound of his name in such a way...and that calculated risk, of the other literally holding his life his in hands, it's killing him. It has to be! It's too good to be true, to real to feel this good. His overload hits hard and unforgiving and is powerful to go so far as to burn the other's hand, one last yell coming forth as he shuts down.-

Bonecrusher:

*He growls in contentment and, smiling, carefully pulls his hand out of Blackout's chest, leaning back in his seat so that the other doesn't actually fall out of his lap - and, while he's at it, he mentally thanks the mech on Cybertron who taught him how to do voice modifications.*  Beautiful...

Blackout:

-He returns to consciousness with a contented sigh, optics at a light glow. He finds himself in a half slumped position, the majority of his body leaning against the other and, conveniently, his head and placed nice and close to Bonecrusher's. It goes without saying that he latches on to give him the makeout of a lifetime.-

Bonecrusher:

*He's all for makeouts, returning Blackout's attentions with vigor, pulling away after a good few minutes to give him a very, very  smug grin.*  Now maybe you'll answer my question.   Have fun?

Blackout:

-Making a sound of protest in the back of his throat he tries and follows those lips, still managing to get a couple short ones in.- Keep talking dirty to me like that and maybe I'll tell you.

Bonecrusher:

*He gives a few more brief kisses before pulling his mouth away, barely, and hisses in that other voice-*  You prefer this, hmm?

Blackout:

Yes. -He purrs breathlessly, remaining close in every aspect.- I've had more than a little bit of fun. -Chuckles, finally rewarding Bonecrusher with a response.- Gotta admit...I'm curious how you came to have such a talent.

Bonecrusher:

*The hum in his chest shuts down and he makes a rough sound in his vocalizer, before smirking at the helicopter in his lap*  Had t'amuse m'self somehow.  'S a nice thing t'have when Starscream's nice an' jittery.  Not perfect, but it does th' job.

Blackout:

-Blankly, he stares at him in confusion for a moment, not quite comprehending what the mining vehicle is getting at. Then it seems to click.- ...you didn't.

Bonecrusher:

*He laughs, throwing his head back slightly before nodding*  Oh yeah I did.  Y'never hear Starscream really scream  until he gets a comm from Megatron.  'Specially when he thinks th' guy's dead.  Still doesn't know it was me.

Blackout:

-Laughing as well, he holds the other's face in a hand and tilts him back into a content, but no less heated, kiss.- I knew I loved you for a reason.

Bonecrusher:

*He returns the kiss with equal passion, hooking his hand around Blackout's hip and pulling away only slightly after a good few long moments, looking amused.*  'Cos I got all sorts of little tricks, or 'cos I can do a pretty slaggin' good impression of Megatron, when th' mood calls fer one?

Blackout:

Both, of course. -Resting his head on the other's shoulder, since it's quite the convenient headrest at the moment, and gives his neck a couple bites. A pleased sigh follows.- Say my name again...like you did before.

Bonecrusher:

'M probably doin' Megatron no favors with this.  *Dryly, but after a long moment there's that hum in his chest again, and after another moment-*  Blackout...  *It's a low purr, but it has all the passion Bonecrusher can possibly put into his voice, normal or otherwise*

Blackout:

-And he shivers, rotors clattering together from the action. He shutters his optics closed, giving Bonecrusher's neck one more bite. Just for good measure.- Primus, what you do to me...

Bonecrusher:

Anything for you.  *And he means it, Megatron voice or not.*