#we r on a roddratchet kick yall

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Kinktober Day 2 Prompts: Sleepy, Underwear Ship: Rodimus/Drift/Ratchet

Rodimus couldn't deny that his two partners were incredibly attractive. He didn't initially see why Ratchet had the idea to try to make them more so.

That is, until he actually saw it for himself.

The thin, white, lacy undergarment that draped over his body was alluring, and it did nothing to hide anything at all. Rodimus had heard it called a 'babydoll' before, the revealing chest piece flowed down into a short, almost dress like piece of fabric. Behind it, he could see the more opaque, still not quite concealing, panty that went with it. Just wearing it and seeing himself in it made him feel particularly... Special. He felt pretty in it, like he really was something to be desired.

Drift had been given something almost matching, except in black.

Needless to say, once Ratchet walked Rodimus out of the washracks where he had been putting on the lingerie, and when they'd all seen each other, Rodimus was eager to more or less drag all three of them to the berth. Even after wringing out three overloads from himself and about the same for the other two, Rodimus was still raring to go, but he couldn't ignore his need to recharge at that point.

When he woke up, he was pleased to find himself, and Drift, still in their lingerie from the night before. His array warmed as he realized what he must look like, face flushed with his panties now marked by his own lubricant and the others' transfluid.

He huffed, tossing and turning in the berth, almost hoping that it would wake at least one of his partners. And it did. Drift's optics cracked open and he looked Rodimus up and down,

"Roddy?" He mumbled, "It's still early, what're you doing up?" Rodimus looked away, pretending that he wasn’t just ogling Drift’s sleeping form,

“Nothing, ‘s just- well-”

“You’re revved up, aren’t you?” Drift chuckled, though he didn’t look any more awake than when he’d first spoken. Rodimus pouted, then dropped the thought of trying to deny it.

“Y-yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, “Can we...” Why was asking so hard this morning? He usually had no issue with just out of the blue dragging Drift or Ratchet off to frag, but something about this whole situation made him just a bit embarrassed about it all. Maybe it was that he’d woken Drift up? Or that Ratchet was asleep right next to him?

“Mmmph, you can frag me, but I want to go back to sleep afterwards.” Drift said, adjusting his position. He laid on his side and lifted one of his legs and Rodimus took the cue immediately. Rodimus’ spike paneling shifted aside, his length pressurizing into the confines of his panties. He shifted closer to Drift and reached down to free his spike and pull Drift’s underwear aside. Behind the lacy black shield, Drift was already wet, and his biolights were already pulsing.

Rodimus wasted no time in quickly thrusting into Drift, but even with the bevity of it, he only elicited a light sigh from Drift. The swordsmech hiked his leg up to rest on Rodimus’ waist, and one of his servos lightly held onto one of the red speedster’s shoulders, but he didn’t reciprocate much besides that. 

Rodimus thought Drift looked heavenly. His helm resting against the soft pillow beneath it, his lips barely parted in soft little moans, the looseness in his frame and the tightness of his valve. Rodimus thrust into him as best he could with the position, his hips snapping back and forth against the berthsheet.

His overload more or less took him by surprise, with a sudden bolt of heat in his systems and a gasp, he overloaded hard into Drift, who gave a soft whimper as he reached his own climax. The swordsmech rolled his hips leisurely while he rode out his and Rodimus’ overloads. 

Sighing contentedly, Rodimus pulled back and gave Drift a kiss. Now that, Drift reciprocated.