[TF] Uncharted Territory 18/28

[dracoqueen22]

Title: Uncharted Territory
Universe: Transformers AR, Flights of Fancy AU
Characters: Blurr/Starscream, Original Human Character(s), Sari Sumdac, Miko Nakadai, Ratchet, Megatron, Rodimus, Red Alert, Others
Rated: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, Harpy/Human Sexual Content
Summary: There were a lot of things Blurr knew with great certainty: his path, his future, his happiness. Then Starscream swooped into his life and turned everything upside down in the best possible way.

Chapter Eighteen

Blurr was trapped. Trapped by his own decisions. Trapped by the women who had decided he and Starscream were their favorite story.

Trapped by the cafeteria pizza -- soggy dough and thin sauce and tasteless pepperoni. But Blurr was on a stricter budget, because maybe he was spoiling his harpy too much with cinnamon rolls and maybe he overspent on delivery because they didn't want to leave the dorm when they could spend more time in the bed, kissing and frotting like there was no tomorrow.

Maybe, Blurr was a little broke.

Blurr ate his cafeteria pizza, down to the last cardboard bite, because he was hungry and it was food, and he'd learned not to be too picky. He dumped the greasy paper plate into the trash, wiped his hands on a napkin, tossed it in, too.

He left the Student Union on a sunny Saturday around noon, with the chatter of two lively women like buzzing bees in each ear. They'd waylaid him after morning practice, and they hadn't been dissuaded by him insisting on eating lunch. Now they walked on either side of him, talking around him, and Blurr started tuning them out.

If he was scanning the sky every few minutes, well, that was his business.

"We're still hoping Starscream will ask others if they are interested in an interview," Sari was saying, and Blurr had the feeling it was meant to be directed at him, but she didn't seem to be looking at him for a response. "We have the transcripts from when Perceptor and Drift first came here, but a lot's changed since then."

"Starscream's still our favorite though, don't worry," Miko said with a pat to Blurr's shoulder. "We just want to get some different perspectives."

“Everyone’s got a story to tell,” Sari said.

Miko fiddled with her camera. "Perceptor seems nice. Drift, too. But Starscream feels far more approachable and interested in establishing contact."

"Doesn't hurt that he's so handsome," Sari added. "Articulate, too. Makes for riveting news."

Miko reached around Blurr and gave Sari a poke in the side, causing her to squirm away, giggling. Ticklish, apparently. "Excuse me?"

"There's nothing wrong with admiring the landscape," Sari protested with a laugh. "Besides, you know my heart is all yours, angel. I just like to appreciate the art." She waggled her eyebrows.

Blurr sighed. He eyed the sidewalk and considered making a run for it. They wouldn't give chase, but the guilt would eat him alive.

"And Starscream is a work of art," Miko said with a dreamy exhale. "Oh, but don't worry, Blurr. We know he's yours."

Blurr blinked. "What?"

Sari was typing furiously in her phone all of a sudden, but she nodded without looking up. "We're not interested in encroaching on claimed territory. And we definitely don't stand in the way of true love. Though damn if we aren't tempted."

"Damn straight," Miko agreed.

Sari looked at her girlfriend. "For once, right?"

They broke into peals of laughter, and Blurr would be the first to admit he was absolutely lost. He'd missed the thread of the conversation miles back, and he didn't think he could find it again.

A shadow passed by overhead.

Blurr's spine tingled with awareness. He looked up as a very familiar shape suddenly dropped down in front of him, causing all three of them to stop walking.

"Afternoon!" Starscream purred, all but grinning ear to ear.

He looked, plainly put, gorgeous. His feathers were fresh and bright, glowing with color. They were sleek and pretty and Blurr really, really wanted to touch him. Like. Right now.

"Been gone for a week, and you greet me with 'afternoon'?" Blurr asked as he crossed his arms just to keep himself from pulling Starscream into them.

Starscream's grin only got brighter. More sly if Blurr had to say. "Depends," he purred, stepping closer, the scent of fruit and flowers wafting out from him.

"On what?"

"On whether or not you're busy." Starscream leaned forward, bouncing on his taloned heels. He clasped his hands behind his back, feathers fluttering in the breeze.

"He's not!" Miko said as she grabbed Blurr's left arm and shoved him toward Starscream. "And he's been missing you like crazy."

"Seriously," Sari agreed as Blurr glared at both of them. "He's been so moody. You should fix that."

Starscream stared at them, but at least it was with amusement, if Blurr had to guess by the curve of his lips.

“I have not!” Blurr hissed, yanking free of Miko’s grip. “Please tell me you have somewhere you want us to go.” Because he wanted away from the two ladies right now.

“Of course I do,” Starscream purred and lunged, sweeping Blurr up into his arms so that Blurr had to throw his arms over Starscream’s shoulders out of sheer self-defense. “Hold on!”

“Hold on? Why?”

His heart dropped into his stomach, and his stomach into his toes, as one powerful leap upward and beat of his wings launched Starscream into the air, Blurr attached to his front like a baby chimp. He distantly heard Miko and Sari shouting after him, but their words were caught by the wind and lost.

“Starscream!!”

Was that a squeak? Had he just squeaked? That was definitely a squeak. Goddamn it!

“What are you doing?” Blurr demanded, trying not to squeak. Again.

He tightened his grip, hoping to Primus he wasn't strangling Starscream. His legs clamped tight around the harpy's waist, ankles locking in a desperate attempt to hold on.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck. I don't want to die. Please don't drop me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He squeezed his eyes shut. He wished he could enjoy the wind buffeting his hair and tugging at his clothes. He wished he dared look down to see the landscape whooshing by. But all he could imagine was falling to his doom and that made him clutch all the tighter.

Starscream laughed. Blurr felt the vibrations against his chest.

“Such language!” he shouted, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the wind. “Honestly, Blurr. Don't you trust me at all?”

“I would! If you’d give me time to get a proper grip!” Blurr snarled in return. He buried his face in Starscream's chest, against the softer feathers, and prayed to the gods. All of them. Every religion he knew.

The rumble of laughter echoed in Starscream's chest.

“I would never drop you,” he said. “I swear.”

Blurr believed him, but that didn’t stop his belly from lurching as Starscream banked to the left and took them even higher. He heard something over the rush of the wind, a loud roaring noise. Blurr wasn't sure what it could be, but then Starscream abruptly dropped.

Blurr snarled a curse, dug his fingers into Starscream's feathers, and held on.

Starscream slowed, stalled and then, with a mind-spinning thump, landed on solid ground. Or least, Blurr hoped so. He could no longer feel the motions of flapping in Starscream's bod. A large harpy wing-arm curled around his body and cupped his hips.

“See?” Starscream asked as Blurr's head stopped spinning and other noise filtered through the frantic beat of his heart. “I didn't drop you.”

Blurr lifted his head, his nose twitching at an odd, but not unpleasant, damp odor and that strange roaring sound. Wherever they were, they were surrounded by lush greenery and bright flowers. There was moving water, too. A river? Was that sound the waterfall?

Blurr unlocked his legs from Starscream's waist as Starscream set him down on solid ground. His dignity thoroughly rumpled, Blurr patted at his clothing, intending to deny-deny-deny, if Starscream teased him about screaming.

“Where are we?” Blurr asked as he turned away from Starscream and looked around.

It was warm, too. Warmer than he would have expected. Enough that he felt he ought to strip off his light jacket. The wind was strong, and it kept buffeting his body.

“Above the Glass Falls,” Starscream said, sounding smug. “I seem to remember you saying you wanted to come here.”

“Well, yeah, but… not out of nowhere,” Blurr said. He spun back toward the harpy. “You've got to give me more warning.”

Starscream gave him a long look. “If I had, you would have said yes?”

“I wouldn't have said no.” Blurr rolled his eyes and swept a hand through his hair, his very tangled and messy hair now. Ow. “Or is not asking like a harpy thing?”

Starscream folded his arms and frowned, looking away. Petulant to the core. “It's supposed to be romantic.”

“Romantic,” Blurr repeated, and he felt his face flush. He scratched at his chin. “Oh. Well, maybe it’s romantic for Harpies, but for a human, it’s kind of… not? So yeah, a warning please. So I can get into the proper mood? I mean, you’ve been gone for a week and then you show up out of nowhere, looking gorgeous, yeah, but still.”

“You don’t like it?”

Blurr shook his head and his hands. “I didn’t say that. I just mean that, you know...” He trailed off and sighed. “Never mind. Thank you for the romance.” He managed a smile, if only to keep from babbling like an idiot.

He hadn’t realized how much he’d been missing Starscream until the harpy stood in front of him, gleaming like new.

Starscream huffed, his plumage lifting like an offended cat. “Fine.” He dropped his arms, stalking toward Blurr. He held out a hand. “Come on.”

Blurr blinked. “What?”

“I'm taking you back,” Starscream snapped, though there was little heat behind it. He sounded more frustrated with himself. “I didn't think this through apparently. I'm sorry.”

Blurr worked his jaw. Starscream's moods could be as changeable as a damn light bulb sometimes. Anyone who accused the Harpies of being animals had obviously never had a conversation with Starscream.

“No.”

It was Starscream's turn to blink. “No?” His frown deepened. “Look. I get it. I did something wrong, again, no surprise there. I'm just trying to make up for it.”

Blurr closed the distance between them, sliding his fingers around Starscream’s wrist rather than grabbing his fingers -- he’d learned his lesson on that front. “Hey,” he murmured, gentling his voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were trying to be romantic. I was just startled. I missed you. Really.”

Starscream looked at the ground, like a guilty dog, before he gnawed on his bottom lip. “I’ll take you back.”

“I don’t want to go back, you big galoot.” Blurr slid in closer, curving an arm around Starscream’s waist, inhaling the fresh-feather scent of him. “Come on. Give me a hug. I missed you.”

Feathery arms enfolded him, and Blurr sighed with relief, the tension in his shoulders melting away at last. Only a week, but it felt like longer. Starscream was back, and whatever had been missing, returned with Starscream.

“I missed you as well,” Starscream replied, voice warm and tender, his chin rubbing over the top of Blurr’s head. “I apologize for startling you.”

Blurr rubbed his face against Starscream’s chest. “I’ll laugh about it later.”

“I hope.” Starscream rubbed his hand up and down Blurr’s back before he pulled away, enough to place a knuckle under Blurr’s head and tilt it up. “May I kiss you?”

“You’d better,” Blurr said, and rose up on his tiptoes as Starscream leaned down to meet him, their lips coming together in a soft and sweet kiss, that set something inside of Blurr to aching.

Starscream tasted sweet, like fresh strawberries. Blurr moaned into the kiss, pressing harder against Starscream, need throbbing through him on the wave of longing. He’d missed touching Starscream and being touched by him. He missed this simple intimacy.

Starscream pressed him closer, enveloping Blurr, and Blurr shivered. He clutched onto Starscream, wishing he were taller. Kissing was so difficult for them when standing. Doing anything while standing was an exercise in contortion. Starscream’s chest rumbled, and the heat of him surrounded Blurr.

He sucked on Blurr’s tongue, and Blurr moaned into Starscream’s mouth, heat pooling southward, gathering in his groin. He went from soft to hard in a flash, rocking toward Starscream in hopes for something a little more substantial.

Starscream hummed and broke away from the kiss, his lips leaving a pattern of softness over the curve of Blurr's jaw before he nibbled on Blurr's ear and traced it with the tip of his tongue. Blurr shuddered, his free hand grabbing at Starscream's elbow, holding on to it.

His dick throbbed harder.

“I'm, um, I'm getting the feeling I know what you meant by romantic,” Blurr stammered as Starscream's kneading against his lower back grew harder.

Starscream's knuckle caressed his throat, the softer feathers tickling his skin. “Do you object?”

Blurr licked his lips. “No,” he replied, and surprised himself with his honest, kneejerk reaction. Inevitable progression. He just wished he had the paper sack of supplies currently stuffed in his bottom dresser drawer. “I’m ready, I think. It’s a big step.”

Sure they’d kissed and frotted and groped each other and Blurr had given Starscream a hand job, but this was different. Whatever this was. He still wasn’t sure what Starscream wanted, except the idea of taking Starscream’s clava into himself made him squirm. He needed those supplies.

“You want me to stop?”

Blurr hummed and carded his fingers through the feathers on Starscream’s chest. “My dick sure doesn't.”

“Your dick, as you call it, doesn't do the thinking for you,” Starscream replied, amused. “Unless my knowledge of human anatomy is wrong and that's where your brain is.”

Blurr laughed. “For some of us, it is.” He gave Starscream a wicked grin.

“Then that is something humans and Harpies share.” Starscream carded his fingers through Blurr’s hair, tucking it back into place where the wind had tousled it. “Still doesn’t answer my question. Do you want to do this?”

Blurr rested his head on Starscream’s chest, listening to his core beat. It was calming, like this, pressed chest to chest, heat to heat. “Always.”

“You know I meant more than what we’ve been doing.” Starscream petted his back, long, lingering strokes all the way down to his ass again, and Blurr hummed, rocking into it. “Perhaps I should show you.”

“Show me? Now that sounds interesting.” Blurr licked his lips and looked up, his heart picking up a faster rhythm. “What do you have in mind?”

“A taste I haven’t had yet,” Starscream purred, and he lowered himself to his knees, which still put his face about belly-height.

Oh, Primus.

Blurr's breath caught in his throat. His dick throbbed harder, pressing against the confines of his jeans and damn it, why did he choose today to go without underwear? He thought of the length of Starscream’s tongue, the slight roughness to it, and then he thought how that might feel on his dick.

Need roared through him so fast his knees almost buckled.

“Does that, um, does that mean what I think it means?”

Starscream rested his hands on Blurr’s hips, and Blurr’s heart beat faster. Starscream nuzzled Blurr's groin as he looked up at Blurr, his lips curved into a devilish grin. .

“Do you enjoy oral pleasure?” he asked.

Blurr's hands curled into fists. “Don't tease me.”

Starscream chuckled and scrubbed his cheek against Blurr’s jean-covered dick. Blurr groaned, sucking on his bottom lip, fingernails digging into his palms so he didn’t grab Starscream and rut against his face like an animal.

“I don’t intend to. But I think I'll need your assistance with the zipper.” Starscream gave narrow-eyed look at Blurr's jeans. “I haven’t mastered them yet.”

Yeah. He was totally doing this.

Blurr's knees wobbled. He fumbled at his belt, undoing button and zipper in a snap, his jeans sagging around his hips. His dick popped free, swollen and red, nearly bopping Starscream on the nose. The wind ghosted over it, cold, but then Starscream was there, breathing hotly over it, and Blurr shivered for an entirely different reason.

“Hmm.” Starscream eyed Blurr's dick like it was one of his scientific hypotheses. “There are differences, but not so many.”

Blurr palmed his face. “Oh, god, Starscream. If you are going to sit here and examine me like a science project, I’m going to turn around and take care of this myself.”

“That would be interesting to watch. Besides, aren’t you guilty of doing the same to me?” The tip of Starscream’s tongue flicked against the head of Blurr's dick.

His hips jerked, and he drew air through his teeth.

Okay. Not teasing after all.

“Hm.” Starscream pulled his tongue back into his mouth, tilting his head as though considering the taste. “Salty.”

Blurr's face burned. He hid behind his palms. His dick, however, had no embarrassment and continued to throb.

“Please tell me you're not going to narrate this,” Blurr groaned.

Starscream chuckled, and his tongue wrapped wet and warm around the head of Blurr’s dick. He peeked through his fingers, watching Starscream suck him into his mouth, mindful of his pointed canines. Starscream looked focused, his tongue flicking against the rounded head before he pulled Blurr deeper.

Holy fuck.

Blurr groaned and struggled not to thrust. His dick throbbed.

“Please don't stop,” he begged.

Starscream pulled off his dick with a pop. “Wasn't planning on it.” He looked up at Blurr with a wink before he sucked Blurr’s dick into his mouth, right down to the root, as if he didn’t have a gag reflex.

Blurr curved forward on auto-pilot, his cock surrounded by wet heat. Starscream slurped at him like he was a lollipop, and his throat just swallowed Blurr all the way down. Blurr's hands clawed at the air before he settled on gripping Starscream's shoulders.

He rocked his hips, barely thrusting, and Starscream made a moaning sound in his throat, the vibrations amping the pleasure. His grip on Blurr's hips tightened and he pushed and pulled on Blurr, encouraging him to move however he wanted.

Blurr gnawed on his cheek and moaned something that might have been a curse or Starscream's name, or both. Liquid heat poured through his body, straight into his groin. His dick throbbed steadily and pulsed, leaking down Starscream's throat.

But all Starscream did was purr and flex his throat around Blurr's dick. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back, even as he felt the need rushing up from his toes.

“Starscream, I'm gonna… if you keep doing that...” Blurr bit off into another groan.

Starscream sucked harder, his tongue working absolute magic, and any restraint Blurr might have had, crumbled under Starscream's efforts. He came, spilling in hot, heavy pulses down Starscream’s throat.

Starscream caressed him through the tremors. He drew back with a pleased noise, pressing a kiss to the tip of Blurr's dick before he pulled off and licked his lips.

“Oh, man. Oh, god. Oh, man.”

Blurr sagged to his knees, panting. His heart beat a mile a minute. He had no strength in his lower half.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Blurr gasped as Starscream nuzzled his face, like a satisfied cat.

Starscream chuckled. “That was nothing special.” He dragged his mouth to Blurr’s for a kiss, tongue plunging inside.

He tasted himself on Starscream's tongue. Blurr shivered as Starscream tugged him forward, into Starscream’s lap, his bare dick rubbing against Starscream’s feathers. He rocked against them, heat coiling in his belly at the soft caresses.

“Was special to me,” Blurr said against Starscream’s lips. He gathered up his courage, because he wasn’t a coward, and he said, “Gonna let me return the favor?” It was only fair.

Starscream licked his lips, his hands tightening on Blurr's waist. “Only if you want to, not because you feel you have to. I would enjoy any touch from you.”

Blurr grinned. “Putting the ball in my court, hm?” It couldn’t be that bad. He’d had his hands all over Starscream’s dick. If he could kiss Starscream, the least he could do was give Starscream’s clava a lick or two.

“Okay.” Blurr gave a pat to Starscream's shoulders. “Lay back then. I mean, if you don’t mind? Since it’s grass and all and not, you know, a bed.”

Starscream's feathers rose up, including the ones on his crest. “It'll be fine,” he said, and pecked Blurr's lips in a quick kiss before he let Blurr slide from his lap.

Blurr, feeling a little awkward, tucked himself back into his jeans, rather than stand bare-assed on top of the mountain. He watched Starscream makes himself comfortable, his crimson feathers a stark contrast to the bed of grass beneath. His talons twitched as he pushed his feet against the ground, digging into the vegetation. It was cute, the way his talons extended and retracted, like a cat kneading a blanket.

Blurr eased his way between Starscream's thighs, hands skimming over his fresh, new feathers. Starscream’s face had brightened in color, turning a softer pink. He looked everywhere and nowhere, and there was a tremor in his legs, beneath Blurr’s hands.

“You're not nervous, are you?” he asked.

Starscream scoffed. “Of course not,” he said, but his claws started kneading the grass, digging up furrows in it.

Blurr rested his hands on Starscream's knees, tickling at the lightly feathered undersides and causing Starscream to giggle – yes, giggle.

“Oh, really?” he asked and smirked as he tickled a little more.

Starscream's smile widened, turning genuine. “That is not arousing me, Blurr!”

“No, but it's relaxing you.” Blurr's heart absolutely did not skip a beat at the sight of Starscream's smile. “Come on. You had your mouth all over my dick. And I’ve had my hands all over yours. You think I’m going to run away now?”

And just like that, Starscream tensed all over again. Crap.

Blurr sighed and draped himself over Starscream, crawling up to Starscream's face so he could indulge in another one of those delicious kisses. Starscream immediately wrapped his arms around Blurr, deepening the kiss. Starscream was such an interesting mix of angles and softness, and his feathers tickled where they brushed against Blurr's skin.

Blurr pressed their foreheads together. “Unless you don't want me to, I really wanna try doing this, okay? Can't promise I'm going to be able to… do what you did, but I do wanna touch you. Deal?”

“Deal,” Starscream breathed. He loosened his hold, letting Blurr shimmy back down.

He knelt between Starscream's thighs and skimmed his palms over Starscream's groin where he could see… nothing. Nothing but a softer coating of feathers that were smaller, more fluffier. His skin looked darker beneath them, but as far as Blurr could tell, he wasn't packing anything.

There was a darker area that looked a little damp, but for the most part, nothing that stood out.

Last time, Starscream had already been hard and visible when Blurr got his fingers on Starscream’s clava. He’d wondered, even then, how Starscream had been hiding it. Now was his chance to find out.

Blurr skimmed his palms lower, exploring the softer feathers with his finger tips until he found a depression of some kind. He knew he'd hit the jackpot when Starscream shivered and rolled his hips up toward Blurr's fingers.

So Blurr rubbed a little harder, still gentle, but hard enough to get another reaction from Starscream. His fingers pushed against that depression, parting the downy feathers to rub on a little slit in Starscream's groin. It was probably as long as his forefinger and gave when he touched it.

Blurr's fingers rubbed a little deeper and encountered… something in the slit. Which was weird. Especially when it pushed back and out and… hmm. There it was. His clava.

“So that’s how you hide it,” Blurr said as Starscream’s clava started to emerge, poking free of the slit, glossy with some kind of slick.

Starscream exhaled loudly. “Yes. When not in rut, my clava is stored within the sheath. I do not have… balls.”

Blurr snickered and curled his fingers around the thickening heat of Starscream’s clava. This, at least, was familiar. He thumbed over the tip, gathering up the slick fluid, so much slicker than precome.

Last time, he’d been much more distant, less exploratory. Now he wondered…

Blurr rubbed the slick between his fingers and sniffed it. Huh. Sweet. Like fruit juice or fresh cut berries.

Weird.

Not unpleasant, just weird. He was too used to the salty-brackish smell and taste of semen. Sweet-fruity was a definite improvement.

Blurr rubbed at the tip again, just like he would his own, and a low sound rose in Starscream’s throat. He threw his forearm over his face, hiding behind a curtain of feathers, though a few parted to let Blurr see Starscream biting on his bottom lip, pointed canine peeking through.

Blurr's stomach did a little flip. Starscream was sexy like this, all hitched breath and shivering and hips twitching as Blurr started to stroke his dick and squeeze the tip. More of that sweet-swelling precome beaded up.

Starscream gasped and made a mewling sound, his back arching, his talons kneading at the ground. His clava throbbed, dampening Blurr’s hand with pre-come.

“You want to get off like this?” Blurr asked as he stroked Starscream a little harder, giving him a squeeze and a twist.

Starscream’s back arched. He chomped harder on his bottom lip, muffling a cry behind his arm.

“If-- if that’s what you want,” Starscream moaned, his feet scraping hard at the grass. His free hand dug into the dirt, talons leaving deeper furrows behind.

“I’m more interested in what you want,” Blurr said, and steeled himself.

He leaned over Starscream's dick and breathed hotly. It twitched in his hand. The sweet smell floated to his nose so he assumed it tasted sweet, too.

He could do this, right?

Right.

He bent down and lapped at the tip of Starscream's dick, the precome sticking to his tongue as he tasted it. Sticky. Sweet. Like honeysuckle or something. It actually wasn't bad.

Riiiiip!

Blurr blinked and glanced to his right. A huge swath of grass had been torn from the ground and was now hanging from Starscream's talons. He sort of clenched a fist around it even as he gave a long sigh.

“Blurr,” Starscream gritted out, his face still hidden. “I understand that you want to explore, but seriously, this is torture.”

Blurr grinned despite himself. “Serves you right, all the times you tease me.” He snorted and lowered his head again, taking the head of Starscream's dick into his mouth.

The muffled near-shriek Starscream gave him in return was totally worth it. And really, this was not much different than a human cock. Starscream’s clava was smooth and soft and warm. The occasional ridge felt weird on his tongue, but nothing he couldn’t get used to. Starscream’s clava pulsed and throbbed just like a cock, but the precome was sweet and sticky, like syrup.

Mmm. He could get used to this. It was an improvement, in his humble opinion.

He swallowed Starscream deeper, inch by inch, until he went too far because the head of his dick nudged the back of his throat. Blurr wasn't a harpy. He couldn't take Starscream all the way. But he could fit in a good three-quarters, so he focused on licking and sucking on that portion and stroking the rest with his fingers.

Starscream finally started to move, but in little increments, pushing up toward his mouth. More noises pulled from his throat, little warbling noises that didn't sound at all human but were still very, very sexy. That knot in Blurr's stomach tightened again, and he felt his own dick starting to thicken.

Holy shit, he was actually getting off on sucking Starscream's dick. Which honestly, shouldn’t come as a surprise. Blurr actually loved sucking dick. Always had. Oral sex was one of his favorite things. He loved having a man beneath him, begging for it, loved the feel of a dick on his tongue, especially when it belonged to someone he cared about.

Like Starscream.

He wanted Starscream to come in his mouth. He wondered what Starscream tasted like. As sweet as his pre-come maybe?

Blurr chuckled around the dick in his mouth. He'd bet the Avian Studies majors would be so jealous right now. They'd kill to have this kind of data. So would Miko and Sari come to think of it. He could just now hear their excited squeals.

Thought for another time. He had to focus.

It wasn’t an issue. He sucked on Starscream, and precome trickled over his tongue and down his throat. Starscream rocked, faster and faster, his clava thickening and throbbing on Blurr’s tongue. The rhythm was erratic, but growing in pace, and Starscream clawed at the grass, tearing up thick patches of it. He made all these sounds, like hungry ones, occasionally breathing Blurr’s name.

Primus.

Blurr doubled down. The sweet smell grew stronger. Blurr couldn’t figure out why until he happened to look down. The feathers at the base of Starscream’s dick were fully wet now, and not just with spit. Some had flicked aside, revealing a dark, shadowy opening.

An opening. Like a vagina…? A bird vagina? A birgina?

Wait.

Wait a goddamn minute.

Blurr blinked, and Starscream's dick slipped from his mouth. “Why do you have a birgina?”

It took several long moments of fruitless thrusting into the air before Starscream seemed to realize Blurr stopped. His arm slid off his forehead. “What?”

“Aren't you a dude?” Blurr shifted his weight so he could stroke a finger over the dewy wetness beneath Starscream's dick. “Why do you have an... opening here?” It certainly wasn’t an asshole.

Warm flesh quivered. Starscream drew in a sharp breath, and his head hit the grass.

“Harpies are different. We all have the same equipment,” Starscream gritted out, his voice on the edge of frustration. “I believe I've told you that.”

“Yeah, but hearing it is one thing.” Blurr returned his attention to Starscream's opening and traced it with his fingertip. There was a little nubbin near the top, like a woman's clit, and when he touched it, Starscream's hips bucked.

Maybe it was a clit.

“Seeing your birgina is another story. How was I supposed to know?” No wonder Starscream had been uneasy about this. He’d never told Blurr about his birgina!

Something knocked against his back. A foot? Had Starscream kicked him?

“It's called an antrum,” Starscream said, testily.

Antrum. Clava. He needed to start keeping a dictionary.

“Okay, okay.” Blurr paused and traced the rim again, the tip of his finger coming back to nub that was maybe a clit and probably had a different name. “Should I stay away from it or…?

“You may touch,” Starscream said, and his lips quirked into a grin. “At least I don't have to worry about you hurting me.”

Blurr glanced at his sharp talons. He supposed Starscream had a point. Those things were wicked and dangerous.

“Would you prefer if I went back to sucking your dick?” he asked.

Starscream’s smirk widened. “Or both,” he suggested, his tone a half-assed attempt at casual. Blurr had known him too long. He read the mischief in it.

Greedy harpy. Blurr wasn't at all surprised.

He was, however, curious.

He brushed his finger over Starscream’s nub, and turned his wrist, so his thumb could rub a gentle pressure against it, like he used to do for Rathi. Starscream started moving in slow circles, especially when Blurr slid his forefinger into the dewy damp of Starscream's antrum.

Ohhhh. He was so warm. And tight. And gripping.

Blurr shivered. His dick throbbed and shoved at his zipper. He could feel himself soaking the inside of his jeans.

He wondered if…

Blurr sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. He focused on rubbing Starscream's clit and fingering him gently. Those warble sounds returned, and Starscream's eyes darkened. He licked his lips, breathing picking up pace. His antrum eased, opening up, and Blurr added a second finger, pushing them deeper.

There were little nodules inside Starscream's antrum. They seemed randomly placed, but when he played them special attention, Starscream's feathers ruffled. Maybe they were like G-spots or little erogenous nubbins.

Sweet.

He wondered how they would feel on more than just his fingers, though. What would they feel like rubbing against his dick?

He wondered if Starscream would let him try.

And now he was seriously thinking about it. Because Starscream was hot and sexy and Blurr's mind was already wrapping around the concept, and his dick was fully on board with it.

Inevitable progression, right?

Blurr licked his lips nervously and rubbed along the inside of Starscream's antrum. This was a wild, crazy thought. But his own dick throbbed, and he really wanted to try and maybe… maybe Starscream was up for it.

“So...” he said as he added a third finger and rolled them in and out of Starscream, who was making those pretty warbling noises again. “I mean… could I… would you mind if I…?”

Wow, this was hard to ask.

His face heated.

Starscream's thighs shook and his legs drew in, pressing against Blurr's sides. “I may have to murder you if you don't,” he said, in the clearest terms possible.

Well. Okay then.

Blurr pulled his fingers free and rose to his knees, scooting closer. He pushed his jeans down with one hand, his dick flopping free, and quickly coated himself with the sticky fluid that seeped from Starscream's antrum. His dick throbbed in his hold as his heart beat faster with anticipation. He thought longingly of the supplies he’d so bravely purchased, but he had a feeling they wouldn’t be necessary. At least, not for this side of the equation.

Starscream curled his hands around his own knees, and opened himself wider, made his entrance all the more visible. The rim of it glistened with fluid. It looked dark and inviting. The edges rippled as though demanding Blurr try. He could imagine how that hot, rippling pressure would feel on his dick.

Oh yeah. He was gonna do it.

“Don't let me hurt you, okay?” Blurr asked as he put himself in position, guiding the head of his dick toward Starscream's antrum. He brushed against the sticky wetness and shuddered as pleasure sizzled down his spine.

Starscream rasped a laugh. “You won't.” His fingers flexed on his knees as his antrum rippled again. “Come on, Blurr. I trust you.”

“And I’m honored by that trust,” Blurr murmured as he stroked his free hand over the curve of Starscream’s leg.

Blurr licked his lips again and nudged himself into Starscream's antrum, his breath hitching as his dick was slowly enclosed by the wet, grasping heat of Starscream's antrum. It felt like something was trying to pull him in and deeper, and he could definitely feel those little nubs rubbing against his shaft.

He thrust slowly, but Starscream never once indicated he was in any discomfort. He just moaned, canted his hips higher, and urged Blurr to keep going. He was shaking now, his feathers rustling, the shiver of someone deep in pleasure.

Blurr rolled his hips until he bottomed out. He drew in a heavy breath and leaned over Starscream, bracing his hands to either side of Starscream's belly. He wanted to kiss Starscream, but couldn't reach. Damn their height difference.

“Oh, man, you feel so good,” Blurr murmured. He held himself still, just feeling Starscream squeeze down and ripple around him.

Starscream wrapped his legs around Blurr's waist, trapping him in place. He propped himself up on his elbows and curled his spine forward, displaying a rather amazing flexibility and putting his lips in reach.

Blurr took advantage of that, shifting so that he could steal Starscream's lips and indulge in one of those deep, sweet kisses. Blurr moaned into the kiss, his tongue tangling with Starscream's as his dick throbbed. He wanted to move, needed to move, but he'd have to let go of Starscream's lips to do that. What a quandary.

At best, Blurr could move his hips in little rocks, grinding against the base of Starscream's dick and that little clit-like nub at the top of Starscream's antrum. It seemed to be working, though, cause Starscream made another one of those needy whines in his throat and abruptly threw an arm over Blurr's shoulder and across the back of his neck.

He gasped and broke off the kiss, tipping his head back, baring the vulnerable hollow of his throat to Blurr. “Bite me.”

Blurr furrowed his brow. “What?”

Starscream's antrum squeezed down, rippling over his dick. More dewy fluid seeped out. He moaned and tried to tug Blurr closer.

“Bite me,” Starscream said, again, pleading this time. His breathing became more rapid, the fluttering of his antrum more pronounced. “Please, Blurr.”

It had to be a harpy thing. Blurr's teeth were blunt compared to Starscream's sharp canines, but maybe it was more about pressure? Well, if it made Starscream happy and produced more of those pleased sounds, Blurr was up for trying it.

He kissed his way down to Starscream's throat, and just doing that was enough to make Starscream shiver. His arm tightened around Blurr's neck, and his thighs pressed in on Blurr's hips. His antrum squeezed, trapping Blurr inside, shortening his thrusts.

Wow. He really liked this.

Blurr pressed his mouth to Starscream's throat, feeling the pulse of Starscream’s core against his lips. He nuzzled into the hollow of Starscream's throat, the vibrations of Starscream's warbling tangible against his lips. The squeeze of Starscream's thighs eased enough for Blurr to get back to grinding against Starscream's clit-nub. Heat poured off Starscream in waves now.

“Blurr,” Starscream moaned.

He smelled so damn good.

Blurr groaned and scraped his teeth along Starscream's throat, the tickle of the not-feathers against his lips. Starscream keened, his back arching, his entire body trembling.

He was the hottest thing Blurr had ever seen.

Blurr kissed his way to where the vibrations were strongest, and he gently bit down. Talons scratched at his shoulder as Starscream's hips bucked up against his.

“More,” Starscream demanded. “Harder.”

Blurr growled and bit down, feeling the give of Starscream's throat beneath his teeth, not enough to draw blood, but enough that Starscream certainly felt it. He thrust in at the same time, grinding hard against Starscream's clit-nub.

Starscream’s body jerked, and he cried out in his own language. His antrum tightened hard on Blurr’s dick and he was coming, Blurr realized, the bucking of his hips and the writhe of his body telling the tale. His plumage rustled, his throat worked against Blurr's teeth, and a high-pitched keen poured from his throat into the sky.

Blurr dragged his mouth back to Starscream's lips, kissing him hard. There was a mess between them. Starscream had come with both his antrum and his dick, and his come soaked Blurr's shirt and groin.

Starscream panted against his mouth, his tongue lazily sliding over Blurr's. The flats of his fingers kneaded against Blurr's shoulder.

Blurr's dick throbbed all the harder. He wanted, no needed, to come.

“Can I… is it okay if I…?” Blurr pressed his forehead to Starscream's throat, unable to find the words.

“Whatever you need,” Starscream purred.

Blurr growled and pushed Starscream onto his back, grabbing Starscream's hips to hike them into a perfect position. It was the perfect angle for a deep thrust, and Blurr allowed himself to do so, plunging into Starscream with abandon. Heat zipped up and down his spine, pouring out of the pool in his belly, and it felt so damn good to let go like this, let his body do what it wanted while Starscream panted and writhed invitingly beneath him.

It took only a handful of thrusts, of Starscream rising up to meet his thrusts, before Blurr gritted out a snarl and came. He grit his teeth so hard he tasted blood and realized he must have bit his tongue, but there was no pain. All of that was secondary to pleasure, a brain-shattering orgasm like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Oh, god. That was so good.

Blurr panted and loosed his hold on Starscream's hips, lowering him gently back to the ground. His legs wobbled, and his arms felt as heavy as lead. He looked down, saw his softening length slide out of Starscream's antrum, and the pearly strings of a mixture of his come and Starscream's natural lubricationt.

Damn that was hot.

Starscream purred and stretched like a cat. “That is what I call a great idea. So glad I came up with it,” he said, lounging against the grass like a king who'd been serviced.

Blurr managed a crooked grin. “That was a surprise.”

“An unpleasant one?”

Blurr gestured to his fluid-spattered groin. “I'd say we both enjoyed it.”

“I know I did.” Starscream reached down with those freakishly large arms of his and hooked his hands over Blurr's shoulders.

Blurr yelped as he found himself tucked into a sprawl against the harpy's chest, Starscream rolling him into a cuddle and draping a winged arm over Blurr's body. His chin rested on the top of Blurr's head, his body purring as he pressed them together.

“Hey,” Blurr said into a feathery chest as Starscream threw a leg over him as well, trapping him in place.

Granted, he was quite comfortable like this, laying on a pillow of harpy feathers and soft grass. Starscream smelled good, and he was warm and there was something soothing about his purring. But Blurr also felt awkward cause his jeans drooped on his hips, his cock was out and though soft, the sensitive tip kept brushing against Starscream's feathers.

“What? Humans don't cuddle after sex?” Starscream asked, his tone amused. The one arm he had cradled around Blurr's back was long enough that his fingers could gently card through the tangles of Blurr's hair.

“Depends on the human.” Blurr worked an arm free and slid it over Starscream's waist, his fingers tickling over feathers.

Starscream chuckled and tilted his head, nosing into Blurr's hair. He could hear the harpy sniffing at him, which was kind of odd, but then again, probably perfectly normal for a harpy.

A harpy Blurr had just had sex with. Was it weird to be giddy?

“Are you okay?” Starscream asked as his talons lightly scratched at Blurr's scalp, and it felt so good, Blurr almost started purring himself.

Blurr closed his eyes and buried his face against Starscream's chest. “You didn't hurt me.”

“That doesn't answer my question, Blurr.”

“I know.” Blurr stroked Starscream, dragging his fingers through the feathers. “Ask me tomorrow. I'm still trying to process things. Every time we move forward, I have to reconcile it.”

There was a moment of silence, where Blurr could hear the roaring waterfall and the gusting wind, and if he concentrated, the beating of Starscream's core.

“Do you regret it?” Starscream asked, finally. He went tense, as though he feared Blurr's answer.

Blurr shifted. He nibbled on his bottom lip. He thought about the last thirty minutes or so and realized, no, he wouldn't take it back. There was nothing to regret.

“No,” Blurr said, and crooked his mouth into a grin. “Wouldn't mind a bath though. I'm sticky.”

Starscream chuckled. “I can take care of that,” he said, and Blurr found his world turning upside down.

He blinked as he rolled onto his back and Starscream loomed over him, a smile on his lips and warmth in his bright eyes.

“That is,” Starscream continued as he reached down and tugged on Blurr's jeans, “if you'll let me.” His tongue flicked over his lips.

Blurr swallowed thickly. His heart beat faster and the southern chill shifted back toward heat. “I wouldn't oppose it.”.

Starscream grinned and shimmed down Blurr's body, whisking off his jeans and sneakers in a motion too fast for Blurr to track. He winked and curled his hands around Blurr's thighs before pushing them up and out, completely baring Blurr's sticky groin to the harpy's scrutiny.

Blurr waited for the embarrassing questions. Because humans and harpies were different and Blurr had just been made aware of that.

But there were none. And of course there weren't. Starscream was a scientist. He probably knew this stuff already.

Starscream made a happy rumble in his chest and bent down, his long, long tongue lapping at Blurr's softened dick. He made another pleased sound and licked at Blurr again, cleaning all traces of their mingled fluids from Blurr's dick. Even his balls were treated to the slow, wet, and hot tongue bath.

Blurr shivered and clutched at the grass, his head tilting back, staring up at a blue, blue sky.

“Yeah, definitely not opposed,” he said with a moan as Starscream's knees applied a bit more pleasure, further opening Blurr up.

He left no territory unexplored. He nibbled on the inside of Blurr's thighs and suckled on his dick and licked his balls and even further down. He pressed his nose to the trimmed curls of Blurr's pubic area and inhaled, like he was memorizing Blurr's scent. That was a little weird, but then, Harpies didn't have pubic hair so maybe it fascinated him?

Blurr wasn't going to ask.

Starscream purred and lapped at the tip of Blurr's dick, licking his lips as though savoring the taste. His plumage fluttered, his fingers flexing on Blurr's knee and leaving gentle pricks behind.

“Your clava seems to be waking back up,” Starscream said as he leaned down, rubbing his cheek along Blurr's length and rolling his eyes to look back up at Blurr.

“It's your fault,” Blurr grumbled and chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Starscream smirked. “Then I guess I better fix it, yes?”

Blurr sucked in a breath as Starscream started licking at his dick again, as if he enjoyed doing it.

At this rate, they were never going to leave the mountain. Blurr said as much aloud.

Starscream chuckled. “You say that like it's a bad thing,” he purred.

Blurr moaned and his head fell back against the grass. Was it possible to die from pleasure, he wondered.

But oh, what a way to go.

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