#But I do love Aid taking control over a wild copter <3 }}

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🍆 gimmie gimmie just first aid and vortex ~

The majority of the time, people turned the other way when finding that Vortex’s kinks were a little excessive, or that he was too rough because he struggled to be gentle. It’s a thing that never bothered him initially, as finding partners during the war was easy amongst the Decepticons. There was always a mech who liked being aggressive here or another that wanted to feel pain like a true masochist there. It’s when the war finally ended that made pickings extremely slim. 

His reputation really did precede him. 

Then he meets a medic. First Aid. A sweet and adorable mech with the softest servos he’s ever touched, who had a certain energy to them Vortex craved. The amount of flirting and tension made him want more but is held back by their demand. He wasn’t allowed to make frequent visits to the med bay, or touch them during work hours. Boundaries were set that normally would have caused the Combaticon to ignore and pester, yet he followed them without a second thought. 

There was just something about First Aid that really intrigued him. So he remained patient and fully complied until one day he found himself strapped down on a medical table in one of the private rooms. His interfacing equipment is exposed with First Aid sitting on top of him. Cables with nodes appear from their arm and attach to the seams of his waist, as well as his spike. Every time he obeys or responds properly he receives a pleasurable jolt for his reward.

When First Aid finally accepted to frag, Vortex never expected to be in a situation like this. Not that he’s complaining. Being bossed around has always been a kink of his, he just didn’t think the little medic had it in them.  

Truth be told, ‘Aid stated that he knows who the Combaticon is. Therefore, he took matters into his servos to teach the mech a thing or two about limits and requesting what he desires. Then perhaps in due time, he’ll allow Vortex to take control. 

The red and white Protectobot activates the nodes again. Causing the copter beneath him to moan and squirm. His spike was fully aroused and twitching desperately for attention. However, the medic was busy sliding their digits in and out of their valve. Putting on a show for Vortex who was struggling to stay silent. 

“You can sit on my face and I can help with that.” The copter purrs while bucking his hips. Nearly making the mech above him tumble forward. 

“No Vortex.” First Aid responds while removing his digits from his valve. Then shuffles himself closer to the other’s helm. “You can ask nicely like a good mech.” 

Gears were turning in his processor like he was debating whether or not to go through with it. It should have been a simple answer really. Just ask and behave, then get good rewards but Primus dammit he was getting very desperate. 

“I want to eat you so fragging badly.”

First Aid huffed.

Yeah, this was going to take some time.