[TF] Uncharted Territory 23/28
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dracoqueen22Title: 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 Twenty-Three
“Blurr.”
He managed a sleepy grunt and tried to bury his head further beneath the blanket. He had no idea what time it was, only sure it was early, because he was tired and wanted to sleep.
A quiet chuckle spilled against his ear. “You’re adorable,” Starscream murmured, nipping at his ear lobe. “I’ve got a few meetings this morning. Are you going to be okay on your own?”
“Mmhm.”
A kiss feathered the side of his face. “I’ll find you for lunch, all right?”
That hazy state between waking and sleeping kept pulling him back toward sleep. He might have grunted an affirmative. Starscream’s soft laugh wrapped around him, a kiss brushed over his temple, and then the blanket was tucked around his body.
Blurr drifted back into sleep surrounded by the scent of Starscream.
~
He woke later, when someone laughed loudly outside the curtained door, startling him. Starscream’s nest was much brighter, and though he didn’t have a clue what time it was, he gathered it was late morning.
His stomach grumbled as he untangled himself from the pillows and blankets, his hair a nest around his head. He’d slept well, for all that he wasn’t used to sleeping in a bowl of pillows.
Blurr climbed out and pulled on his clothes from the night before. They were still clean enough, and he’d only brought a few changes as it was. He supposed he’d have to ask Starscream about finding somewhere to wash his dirties and hang them to dry.
He dressed. He washed his face. He filled his pockets with fruit from Starscream’s basket, and then he ventured out into the aerie, for the first time, on his own.
It was a bustle of activity, just like the day before. Harpies going about their daily lives and business, most of them giving him a curious look but no one outright glaring at him. Blurr kept an eye out for the twins - Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. He didn’t want to cross their path.
He wandered for a bit, absently munching on his breakfast, trying to familiarize himself with the aerie on his own. He learned to tell the difference between private nests and public spaces, the latter of which typically didn’t have curtains to close them off, and the doors were wider.
He passed by the common room, and found them tidying up after breakfast. Food was still available for late risers, but it was more of a to-go option, with a small table off to the side laden with muffins and raw fruits. Blurr grabbed one of the muffins and skedaddled before he got press-ganged into dishes.
He hated doing dishes.
Blurr eventually found his way back to Perceptor and Drift’s room, after remembering it was near the top of the aerie. The curtained door was drawn back with a tie, and Blurr took that to mean he was free to enter, though he was still cautious about it. Starscream’s warning about their penchant for public displays was still fresh at the back of his mind.
“Hello?” he called out as he stepped inside without having to duck. That was the benefit of harpy doorways. They were much taller than the average human doorway.
Perceptor and Drift’s home was arranged a bit differently than Starscream’s. Their nest was slightly less central, and they had a wide open balcony where Starscream only had a window. Suncatchers and windchimes hung on the balcony, and their quiet music filled the air. The ceiling was more open, too, and it was a beautiful lattice of woven twigs and glittering gems which Blurr suspected were colored glass.
They had carved shelving into the walls, and each shelf was packed with items -- books and knickknacks and small jars and vials. One of the walls had a small variety of weapons on hooks -- they belonged to Drift.
Perceptor stepped out from behind a little alcove they had tucked away to the side. “Hello, Blurr. Good morning to you,” he said with a bob of his head.
“Morning,” Blurr said, and scratched the side of his nose. “At least, I assume it’s still morning. I haven’t checked the time because I don’t want to turn on my phone. Don’t wanna drain the battery, you know.”
Perceptor chuckled. “We have solar chargers if you need.”
“Oh. Well, that solves that.” Blurr tucked his hands behind his back, as he’d been taught when he was a kid in someone else’s home.
“Are you on your own today?” Perceptor asked with a curious tilt of his head. He had less bird mannerisms than Starscream, and there was something about his face that was more… human, for lack of a better word.
Blurr nodded. “Starscream has some meetings. He seemed to think I’d be okay on my own.”
Perceptor smiled at him. “We’re quite friendly here. He’s right.” He gestured to the small table in front of one of the shelves. “Would you like to sit? Are you hungry?”
Blurr waved his half-eaten muffin at Perceptor. “I found breakfast. Thanks though.” He sat, and after coming here, he never thought he’d long for a chair with a back, but wow, stools were not as comfortable as a lazy slouch in a backed chair.
“Feel free to let me know if you need anything,” Perceptor said. He pulled out a quill and inkpot, plus a small book of bound parchment. “How are things with Starscream, by the way?”
Heat stained the tips of Blurr’s ears. “Um, good.” He nibbled on his muffin, using it as a shield. “I came out here because of a misunderstanding, but it’s all cleared up now.”
“Misunderstanding?”
Blurr scrubbed the back of his neck. He eyed Perceptor, but there didn’t seem to be any judgment in the harpy’s eyes. “We, uh, were… intimate? And then he vanished. And I might have overreacted.”
“Oh. An unfortunate series of events. I can understand how that could be misinterpreted,” Perceptor said, with nary a blink of judgement. He tilted his head as if in deep thought. “Though I would have thought humans and harpies were incompatible. Size-wise, I mean.”
Blurr was sure his face was redder than the apple in the pocket. He found the weave of the wall very interesting. “It’s, uh, more compatible one way than the other. Starscream’s kind of insisted on it. He doesn’t want to hurt me.” He wiggled his free hand pointedly.
Why. Why were they talking about this again?
“Ah.” Perceptor made a soft humming sound of understanding. “There are things to help with that, you know. If you were so inclined.”
Oh, Primus.
Blurr shoved another bite of muffin into his mouth, chewing slowly, while his face was set aflame and one leg started bouncing under the table.
Perceptor leaned back, tapping one perfectly manicured talon against his chin. “As a matter of fact, I do believe I might have something here that could be of use.”
Blurr’s eyes widened as Perceptor set down his writing implements and rose from his stool, moving to examine one of the shelves, where a few boxes were carefully stacked.
“It was a gift, if I recall,” Perceptor murmured, and Blurr got the feeling he was not addressing Blurr directly, but talking to himself. “Before we moved to the aerie which means it will be in one of the older storage boxes. Drift never throws anything away. He’s a bit of a hoarder.”
“You never know when you might need something,” Blurr commented, though he wasn’t much of a hoarder himself. Had nowhere to store it, after all, since he lived in the dorm year-round. Space was limited.
Perceptor absently nodded. “Yes, that’s what Drift says as well. Ah, I believe it’s this one.” He pulled a bin from the shelf, no bigger than a shoebox, and lifted the lid. His tailfeathers twitched with delight. “My memory serves me well.” He withdrew a small, dark bag, tied shut with strings.
The bin returned to the shelf, and Perceptor swished back to the table, holding the bag out to Blurr.
“Here you are. Don’t be shy. Drift and I have no real need for it, so I think you and Starscream can put it to better use,” Perceptor said as he sat himself back down, carefully arranging his tailfeathers as he did so.
Blurr nibbled on his bottom lip. He unstrung the ties and peeked into the bag, only to tug it back shut a second later. “This is a… a…”
“I believe the humans would call it a sex toy,” Perceptor said, tapping his chin with one foretalon. “A dildo? A false penis? Whatever the term, it should be more than adequate to assist you and Starscream in future intimate encounters.”
A blush heated Blurr’s cheeks, his face, down into his neck, and out to the tips of his ears. He didn’t have words. He could only gape at Perceptor while fumbling to shove the bag and its contents deep into his pocket.
“Um. Thank you?” Blurr said, proud that he managed to speak with more tone than a squeak. “Could we please change the subject now? To anything that isn’t my sex life?”
Perceptor laughed, and there was something musically charming about, like twittering birds on a power line. “Yes, of course. I’d forgotten about the preferred modesty for humans.” He flicks out his quill, dips it in the inkpot, and smooths a piece of paper. “Tell me about yourself. Perhaps that is a more comfortable subject.”
Blurr quietly sighed with relief. He offered Perceptor a more genuine smile, and tried to get comfortable. As embarrassing as that had been, he’s still inwardly thrilled. Now Starscream had no more excuses.
He couldn’t wait until lunch.
~
Perceptor was as endlessly curious about Blurr, as Starscream had been about humans, the university, and life in general. It was only the grumbling of Blurr’s stomach which reminded Perceptor it was lunchtime, and Blurr fled for his life, back to the nest he shared with Starscream.
It was nice to be so welcomed by another harpy, but Primus! Blurr’s head spun. He wasn’t much of a scientist. There was only so much research he could take.
He skidded back into Starscream’s -- their -- nest, and Starscream looked up at him with amusement from where he was curled in the bed, a book in his lap.
“Well, you must have had fun,” he remarked in a dry tone. He unfolded himself from the bed, pulling out of the piles of bedding with better ease than Blurr managed. “You’re late.”
“Perceptor talks a lot,” Blurr said, sweeping his hair out of his face. He hadn’t thought to bring any product, so it’s been loose and soft since his first bath.
Starscream chuckled. “When he’s interested in something, it’s hard to get him to shut up.”
“Yeah, you know, he speaks my language but I swear I still didn’t understand half of what he was saying,” Blurr siad.
Starscream pulled him into a hug, rubbing his cheek across the top of Blurr's head. “Don't worry. I have training and education, and I still don't get a third of what he says sometimes. He forgets his audience.”
Blurr grinned and buried his face in Starscream's chest and feathers, inhaling deeply. He loved the way Starscream smelled.
“I noticed. I appreciated that he wasn’t a jerk.” He’d crept by the med center and caught a glimpse of Ratchet despite his attempts to be stealthy. “Since I caught a glare from Ratchet and all.”
“Ratchet's harmless.” Starscream pulled back and plucked at Blurr's jacket. “Though he does take his concern for our health seriously. Perceptor has reassured him twice there's no harm to be found, but until he's seen for himself, he won't be satisfied. Ready for lunch?”
Blurr's face burned a little brighter. “Um, yeah. But I… have this thing. I want to give you.” He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out the bag.
“Oh?” Starscream's feathers ruffled. “What is it?”
Blurr handed the bag over, and watched as Starscream opened it, letting the object inside tumble into his palm. It didn't seem all that obscene given that it was a cheerful bright pink. But there was no mistaking the phallic shape.
Starscream blinked. “That's...”
“You were worried you'd hurt me,” Blurr said as he looked everywhere but at Starscream's face. “And that you were, um, ill-equipped to prepare me properly. So I thought this would help.”
Oh, god. He didn't know if he could get any redder than he already was, but he felt as if his face was on fire. Even as his dick throbbed in his pants at the idea of Starscream using the thing on him, opening him up to be taken by the harpy.
He really, really wanted to try it.
Starscream delicately lifted the fake clava from his hands and examined it, the pad of a finger rubbing down the smooth exterior. “Where did you find such a thing? Did you let someone fly you back to the school?”
“No. Um. Perceptor gave it to me?” On a scale of weirdness Blurr had been through lately, that didn’t even crack the top ten, to be honest.
“Perceptor?” Starscream repeated, incredulous, before his lips curled into a smirk. “That little minx. I have no doubt he is to blame. Rut-obsessed they are. Both of them.”
Blurr snorted. “Like we're any better.”
“Mm. Very true,” Starscream purred. He tilted his head and looked at Blurr, something predatory in his gaze. “You want to try this?”
Blurr nibbled on his bottom lip. “I wouldn't have given it to you if I didn't,” he said, and stepped closer to Starscream, resting his hands on Starscream's hips and wishing he were tall enough to kiss Starscream on his own. “I want to try it.”
“You know you don't have to, right?” Starscream asked, his voice gentle as he pressed a knuckle under Blurr's chin so that their eyes could meet. “I'm happy with the way things are. You don't owe me anything.”
Blurr dipped his chin and caught Starscream's knuckle with his lips, scraping it with his teeth before he dragged his lips down the length of Starscream's finger, careful around the talon. “I want to,” he repeated.
Starscream shivered. His feathers lifted and ruffled, like they were caught by the wind, but Blurr knew enough by now to recognize what that meant.
“Very well,” Starscream murmured. “I am willing. Though perhaps we should have lunch first?”
Blurr laughed against Starscream's finger. “Yeah. Though I swear if all I have to eat here are berries and fruits and nuts, I'm going to lose my mind. I miss meat.”
Starscream looked more than a little appalled. “Harpies don't eat meat,” he said, all indignant, head rearing back and everything. “Our palates are too delicate for it.”
“Must be why you always taste so sweet then,” Blurr muttered as Starscream drew back, putting some much needed distance between them.
“What do you mean by sweet?” Starscream turned toward the bed and dropped the dildo, where it bounced and buried itself between two pillows.
Blurr coughed into his hand. “You know.” He gestured vaguely toward Starscream's groin, his face flaming again. “Sweet.”
Starscream arched a feathery brow at him. “Care to share a specific flavor?”
Oh, he could be incorrigible sometimes.
“No, I don't,” Blurr said. “What's for lunch?”
Starscream laughed. “Well, we can either forage from my meager stores or join the flock in the main hall.”
Blurr wanted something heartier than a few apples and a handful of candied nuts. Still, he eyed the dildo in the nest with an ache of want burning in his belly. And if everyone was at lunch, there’d be less harpies roaming the halls to hear him moaning.
“We could eat here,” he suggested, trying to sound casual, though the bump at his groin spoke otherwise. “We were apart this morning, after all. It would be nice to have a little alone time.”
Starscream arched a feathery brow, and the only way to describe how he approached Blurr was to call it a predatory stalk. “Alone time,” he echoed as his hands slid around Blurr’s hips and reeled him in. “Are you not hungry for food, Blurr?” He nuzzled into Blurr’s neck.
A shiver tiptoed up Blurr’s spine. “Not yet,” he said and grabbed onto Starscream, pulling their bodies together. “We could slide into the nest instead. Take a nap.”
“A nap,” Starscream repeated and his laugh vibrated in Blurr’s ear, which was then followed by the hot, wet lap of his tongue. “My poor human. You’re tired, is that it? You want to rest?”
Blurr groaned and dug his fingers against Starscream’s feathers. “Don’t tease me. You know what I want.”
“So I do.” Starscream’s lips found his, and Blurr moaned into them.
He let go of Starscream, only because he started tugging at his own clothes, hastily undoing his belt and kicking off his shoes. His cock strained at his jeans, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be naked and twisted around Starscream, caught in the comfortable curve of the pillow bed.
“You’re eager,” Starscream said against his mouth as he started to help Blurr disrobe, his talons carefully plucking at layers of fabric and peeling them from Blurr’s skin.
“I’m tired of dwelling on things too much,” Blurr admitted as he tossed his clothes aside, and pressed himself to Starscream, bare skin and hard cock sliding against smooth feathers. “I’m all in, Star.”
A purr rumbled in his harpy’s chest. “I love you,” Starscream said suddenly, and he swept Blurr up into an embrace and a fierce kiss, the bite of his fangs making Blurr shudder.
They stumbled into the nest, and there was a moment of surprise where Blurr literally fell into the tangled mass of blankets and pillows. Softness caught him without a bounce, and Starscream’s body and lips fell on him again. Blurr threaded his fingers through Starscream’s feathers, thighs parting to accept Starscream between them, rolling up to grind against Starscream.
Blurr shivered as Starscream's kiss gentled, until their lips were barely touching with each soft kiss. Arousal tangled in his gut, making his skin feel as if it was aflame. His dick was hard, already leaking precome, and anticipation had his heart beating a mile a minute.
“You really want to do this?” Starscream asked.
Blurr grinned through the heat staining his face. “If you don’t start, I’m going to do it myself.”
“Fair enough.” Starscream chuckled and drew back, his hands skimming down Blurr’s sides. “I think if you turn over it will be easier for both of us.”
Blurr licked his lips. “Okay.” He turned over to his hands and knees, and Starscream shoved several pillows at him, tucking them beneath his belly, giving him something to thrust against.
Starcream’s palms skimmed over the back of Blurr’s thighs as he settled between them, and Blurr’s insides clenched with want. Tingles of anticipation had him gripping the pillows, his cock throbbing a spurt of pre-fluid.
Blurr made the conscious decision to push his knees further apart, until he felt the rush of humid air against his balls. His ass clenched as he imagined the stretch of Starscream's larger than human girth.
Fabric ruffled and feathers rustled as Starscream shifted. He rubbed Blurr's ass, pushing and sliding his cheeks, baring his wrinkled rim to the warm air. The weight of Starscream’s regard was an almost tangible touch to his skin.
“You just gonna stare or actually do something?” Blurr challenged.
Starscream chuckled. “I was admiring you,” he said, and he got a handful of Blurr’s ass, squeezing it.
Blurr groaned. “You could admire with your fingers. Or that toy.”
“I’m getting to that,” Starscream murmured, and warm puffs of moist air teased Blurr’s hole, mere seconds before there was a wet flick over it.
Oh, god.
“What're you doing?” Blurr demanded though it came out more of a squeak as Starscream palmed his aft, and the hot swipe lapped his hole.
“I thought it should be obvious,” Starscream purred as he licked at Blurr again, a sensation both ticklish and outrageously arousing. “Talons can get in the way. This is how a harpy properly prepares his mate.”
Blurr gripped the pillow, his hips pushing up and back as Starscream exhaled wetly, and his tongue pushed harder at Blurr.
“Why?” Starscream asked with another puff of wet heat. “Should I stop?”
“Don't you dare!”
“That's what I thought,” Starscream said with a hum, and the long, leisurely licks returned.
Blurr pressed his face into the pillow, thanking Primus it muffled his moans. No one had ever done that for him. No one had ever licked at him with such care, as though savoring some kind of treat. Starscream even sounded like he was enjoying himself, making little purring noises as he lapped longer and deeper.
His long harpy tongue pushed at Blurr's ring, and Blurr turned into a puddle of goo. He sagged into the pillows, dick leaking all over the place.
Starscream's mouth moved lower, sucking at his balls and Blurr moaned into the pillow. It never failed to amaze him, how eagerly Starscream would dive into all of his private places and offer pleasure.
He rocked and rolled his hips, rutting his dick against the pillow beneath him. Pleasure built up within him in a fiery inferno. He gasped as Starscream's tongue seemed to be everywhere and Starscream's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his ass and inner thigh, and Starscream's talons pricked him.
Blurr had no hope of holding out. Especially not when Starscream licked at him again. Blurr shuddered and slammed his hips down, coming with a startled shout all over the pillow. Heat flooded his body, his knees digging into the nest, and he pushed back against Starscream to extend the sensation.
“Mm.” Starscream's teeth grazed his right ass cheek, giving it a gentle bite that was all pressure and no tearing. “That sounded like a good one.”
Sweat slicked Blurr's skin. He unburied his face from the pillow, turning his head to the side.
“Are you trying to break me?” Blurr asked.
Starscream chuckled. “No. I just want you to be relaxed. And you are, aren't you?”
Blurr rested his head on the pillow, his entire body filled with a languor despite the sticky mess beneath him. “Nothing could bother me right now.”
“Exactly.” Starscream stroked his ass and then braced his free hand next to Blurr's side, leaning over Blurr to press a kiss to Blurr's cheek. “I will not cause you pain.”
“I believe you.” Blurr wriggled under Starscream's hand. “So keep going.”
“Yes, dear.” Starscream's lips moved to his ear, teeth tugging on the lobe, before he moved back into place.
Blurr closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, listening to the sound of his heartbeat gradually ease. He dipped his chin and looked over his shoulder as Starscream rested one hand on his ass and lifted the dildo from where it had been resting next to him.
Starscream eyed the dildo with an intensity he usually reserved for the advanced physics books Blurr brought for him. Then he shrugged and popped the end of it into his mouth, tongue curling all around it.
“What are you doing?” Blurr demanded, eyes wide.
Starscream gave him a sideways look. “I can't very well stick it in dry, and Perceptor didn't think to supply you with some lubricant.”
“Oh.” Blurr's cheeks heated. “Carry on then.”
Starscream chuckled and patted him on the ass. He didn't seem at all bothered by the fact his clava had been standing at attention since he first urged Blurr onto his stomach and that it leaked copiously. Harpies had some kind of sexual stamina.
It was unfair.
Starscream licked the dildo again and then pulled it from his mouth with a pop. It glistened with his spit as he directed his attention to Blurr's ass, one hand massaging as the other urged the tip of it toward Blurr's hole.
Blurr sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and buried his face in the pillow again. It was better to muffle all the embarrassing sounds he was going to make. Because anal play was one of the fastest ways to get him off, and Starscream was giving him some seriously undivided attention.
“You always hide from me,” Starscream murmured as the tip of the dildo rested against Blurr's ring, applying a slight pressure. Starscream moved it in tiny circles. “What is there to embarrassed of?”
“I'm not hiding,” Blurr said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Evidence seems to indicate to the contrary,” Starscream said dryly.
A light nudge and the dildo slid into Blurr in slow, steady increments. A shiver tap-danced down his spine as the toy met no resistance, eased by Blurr's state of relaxation and all the effort Starscream had put forth.
He gripped the pillow tighter, exhaling in a burst as pleasure echoed through his body. His dick started to thicken again, his ass clenching around the intruder, even as Starscream carefully worked it deeper. Slowly, almost too slowly.
“Good?” Starscream asked.
Blurr pushed his knees further apart and rolled his ass backward, forcing the dildo deeper, until he reached a broader part of it. He felt the stretch of his rim, a sharp pinch, and stopped, panting.
“Blurr?”
“Yeah,” he blurted out, his fingers kneading at the pillow. “I'm fine. Keep going. Promise. I'm fine. Don't stop.”
The back of one of Starscream's hands stroked down his back. “If you're not--”
“Then I'll say something!” Blurr turned his head, trying to glare over his shoulder but failing miserably as another rush of pleasure made him shiver. “Please, Star. You're driving me crazy.”
Starscream chuckled. “Very well. You've convinced me.”
The dildo moved within Blurr, pushing a little deeper, until he felt it sliding free, a slow and aching motion that he swore touched everything inside of him. He let out a long moan, fingers gripping the pillow so tightly that they ached.
Starscream continued to work the dildo within him. In and out. Sometimes, he withdrew it completely to stroke the tip around Blurr's rim, and then he would push it back in again, hitting different angles every time.
Blurr turned into a panting, sweating mess. His hair stuck out in all directions and clung to the back of his head. He was beyond the point of coherent commentary.
He was begging? When had he started begging? But it was a litany of words that somehow involved Starscream's name and a request for deeper, harder, more. His toes curled and his dick throbbed beneath him, dribbling everywhere.
And then Starscream angled the dildo just right, striking that special place inside of him, and Blurr jerked, entire body thrashing as he lit up with pleasure.
“Star!” Blurr tightened his belly, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Just fuck me already, god damn it!”
Wow.
That was… a little more vicious than he intended.
But he meant it, too.
There was a moment's pause before Starscream chuckled and the dildo slid out of him. “You make a compelling argument.”
“Good.” Blurr tucked his elbows beneath his chest, drew up his knees, and waited. “I'm ready. I'm more than ready. I swear.”
“I believe you.”
Starscream shifted his weight and his grip, and Blurr was quite sure he couldn't make himself any more available than he already was. His heart beat in anticipation. His breathing quickened. He sucked on his bottom lip.
Starscream nudged forward with a tentative pressure. He was barely thicker than the dildo, but he was long. Blurr knew that no matter how much he had prepared, he could never take all of Starscream. They simply weren't that physically compatible.
But the sensation was incredible. Starscream breaching him inch by inch, so smooth and hot, the little ridges on his clava catching at Blurr's rim. He clenched down around it, orgasm hanging in the wings like a volcano ready to erupt.
Starscream exhaled sharply, and there was a prick of talons on his ass before Starscream inched even deeper. The tiny knobs on his clava massaged Blurr on the inside, rubbing right over that sensitive knot inside of him. Pleasure shot like lightning through his body.
Blurr buried his face in the pillow, pushing his ass back. “--'s good,” he managed to get out, rocking back and forth across the nestbed. “Keep – oh god – keep doing what you're doing.”
He curled into himself, knees digging into the padding, urging his ass higher. Starscream's clava pushed deeper as Starscream leaned forward, curling around him from behind. The tickle of his feathers against Blurr's ass and back made him tremble.
Blurr growled into the pillow. The tip of his dick rubbed over and over against the pillow beneath him, and the sensation was maddening.
He felt Starscream's exhalations against his upper back between his shoulder blades. Starscream leaned over him, easy given their height difference. His exhales teased the back of Blurr's neck, and then his lips followed, pressing a kiss to his nape.
Blurr shivered. He clenched around Starscream's clava. The harpy moved within him in slow, shallow thrusts. Each forward push of his hips raked against Blurr's prostate.
Starscream's teeth grazed his nape. Blurr pressed his forehead to the pillow, sucking in desperate breath after desperate breath. The air was hot. His skin was sticky.
Blurr let out a garbled noise that might have been Starscream's name, just as he felt the prick of pressure on the back of his neck. It was a flash of pain that coincided with Starscream pushing into him at just the right angle.
His control shattered.
Blurr shouted as he came, spilling on the pillows again and clenching hard on Starscream's clava. His toes curled, and his fingers tightened into aching fists, but it was all secondary to the pleasure spreading through him like a lightning storm.
Starscream warbled something and then his teeth clamped down on the back of Blurr's nape. His grip on Blurr's hips tightened, little pricks of his talons hard enough to draw blood.
Blurr moaned as Starscream's clava throbbed and then pulsed as Starscream came inside him. He was going to pay for that later, but for now, he didn’t care.
Blurr collapsed beneath Starscream, and Starscream followed him down, his grip on both Blurr's hips and nape relentless. His hips moved in little sharp jerks as though caught in the throes of pleasure.
“Oh, god.” Blurr moaned, his breathing sharp and erratic as he went limp.
Starscream's teeth loosened from his nape, his tongue flicking across the marks. “Sorry,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Blurr's shoulder before he rubbed his cheek against it. “Got carried away.”
Blurr wiggled his ass, Starscream still within him, though the harpy's clava was softening. “You can get carried away anytime you want. That was hot as fuck.”
Starscream withdrew from Blurr, releasing his grip on Blurr's hip at the same time. Cool air washed over the pricks his talons left behind.
“Mm. No, I shouldn't because I could have hurt you,” Starscream retorted but it was too soft to carry any weight. He dropped a line of kisses down Blurr's spine.
“Except you didn't,” Blurr said.
Starscream's lips grazed the base of his spine. “You're bleeding.”
Blurr snorted. “I've had worse papercuts, I'm sure.” He managed to work an arm free from beneath him and touched the back of his neck where Starscream had bit him. “You didn't even break the skin, Star.”
“I did here,” Starscream said. He laid a palm over Blurr’s right ass cheek to demonstrate.
Blurr shrugged. “So I sit a little awkwardly for a day. That was going to happen regardless. Being a harpy had nothing to do with it.”
Starscream's lips grazed over his right ass cheek. “Still, it is impolite to harm one's partner when they did not ask for it. And I had no right to mark you.” His tongue flicked over Blurr's skin, perhaps over one of the scratches.
It was actually kinda… hot. The idea of Starscream tasting his blood. Blurr's cheeks burned.
“Next time, I'll ask for it then, so you don't feel guilty.” Blurr traced the back of his neck again.
He liked Starscream's teeth on his neck, too. It made the whole thing feel desperate and primal.
It made him wish he was a harpy. So Starscream wouldn’t have to worry about holding back. He could pin Blurr down, fuck him nice and deep, bottom out. Be rough and dangerous and uncontained.
Blurr shivered.
“I'll be more careful.” Starscream rubbed Blurr's ass again before warm exhalations ghosted over Blurr's wrinkled ring.
It twitched, slightly sore and stretched. He could also feel the damp of Starscream's spill and knew a bath would be in short order.
If only he could make himself get up.
“I didn't say you had to be,” Blurr grumbled. He tried to look over his shoulder and managed to get a glimpse of his ass, the reddened marks upon it, and then Starscream's crest.
It was all the warning he had before Starscream lapped at him, balls and everything. Primus, it would never stop being a little weird how Starscream liked to lick him clean. Maybe it was a harpy thing? He could probably ask Perceptor and get away with it.
Blurr sucked in a breath and buried his face back in the damp pillow. “You don't have to do that.”
“Perhaps I enjoy it,” Starscream said with a careful kiss to Blurr's ring. “I made a mess; I should clean it.”
Oh, god.
Blurr chewed the inside of his cheek. “By that argument, I should do something about all the come beneath me.”
Starscream chuckled and his mouth descended upon Blurr. He squirmed, face heating. If he'd had anything left in him for another orgasm, his dick would be getting hard again.
Somewhere in there, though, the embarrassment had gone away. He was lying on his belly, on a pillow soaked in his own come, his ass in the air and a harpy paying loving attention to it, and he didn't fragging care.
Okay, he cared. But he didn't care so much anymore.
Starscream shifted his attention to the marks on Blurr's ass. He laved each one in turn, causing only a slight sting, before he finally stopped.
“Satisfied?” Blurr asked.
“Yes. For now.” There was amusement in Starscream's voice.
Blurr forced his exhausted body into motion and rolled onto his back, getting his first clear look at Starscream since the whole thing began. And yeah, his ass was a little sore and the pillows felt a rough on his scraped skin.
He'd do it again.
Starscream looked pleased with himself. His clava had retreated into his sheath, but his featherdown was damp from their fluids. A steady dribble leaked from his antrum.
Blurr stretched his arms over his head, well aware how enticing it made him look. “Does that mean a bath's in order then?”
Starscream chuckled and crawled over him, pausing to lay a kiss to his belly button for some weird reason. “That can be arranged. Though given the current time, we're likely to draw an audience.”
“Oh.”
They'd all see the marks on his ass and neck. Well, if his hair was wet, it might cover his nape, but nothing could be done about the obvious marks of harpy lovin' on his ass. They might all know he and Starscream engaged in illicit activities, but they didn't know.
Starscream laughed and kissed his way up Blurr's chest, nosing into Blurr's throat. “Are you embarrassed, Blurr?”
“Shut up. It's a human thing.”
Starscream's feathers tickled his knees. He radiated heat, too. But he worked his way back up to Blurr's mouth and stole his lips for a kiss that tasted like himself. Salty and bitter and kind of gross, but whatever. Blurr could learn to deal.
It was worth it for Starscream, who pressed their foreheads together immediately after and snuggled Blurr, half on top of him and half off to the side. One arm – and its attached wing – blanked Blurr.
“So,” Blurr said conversationally. “Are we going to declare the toy a success?”
Starscream nuzzled into the hollow of Blurr's neck and shoulder. “I owe Perceptor a thank you. But in the meantime, I have a question for you.”
Blurr let his eyes drift shut. “Go for it.” He’d worry about lunch later.
“Will you stay a few days?”
He cracked one eye open. “Why?”
“There's a festival to honor Adaptus soon.”
“Who?”
“Adaptus.” Starscream shifted his weight to better see Blurr. “The first harpy. Legend has it that we all came from his core.”
The name sounded vaguely familiar. “Oh. Wouldn't I be out of place then? Since I don't worship him.”
“Oh. We don't worship him,” Starscream corrected. “We don't think of Adaptus as a god. We honor him as the First.” His lips curved in a grin and he whispered conspiratorially, “Legends say Adaptus was once human.”
Blurr squinted at his lover. “You told me harpies don't have magic.”
“We don't. But that doesn't mean Adaptus didn't.” Starscream pressed their foreheads together. “We had to come from somewhere, Blurr.”
He supposed he never thought about it. It felt like the harpies had always been around. There were nests and aeries all over Cybertron, usually in proximity to a human settlement. In fact, as far as Blurr knew, there was an aerie in each of the districts of Cybertron. Some were further out from the larger human cities, but still, there were as many different harpy flocks as there were human cities.
“Sure, sure.” Blurr exhaled. “I'll stay for the festival. It sounds fun. But for now, how about we sleep?”
“I thought you wanted lunch. And a bath.”
“They can wait. I need a nap first,” Blurr grumbled and tucked his head into Starscream’s body, burying himself against warm feathers and an increasingly familiar scent.
“Fair enough.” Starscream nuzzled Blurr’s hair, audibly inhaling. “I’ll wake you in a bit.”
Blurr drifted off to sleep on that promise.
***
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.
“Blurr.”
He managed a sleepy grunt and tried to bury his head further beneath the blanket. He had no idea what time it was, only sure it was early, because he was tired and wanted to sleep.
A quiet chuckle spilled against his ear. “You’re adorable,” Starscream murmured, nipping at his ear lobe. “I’ve got a few meetings this morning. Are you going to be okay on your own?”
“Mmhm.”
A kiss feathered the side of his face. “I’ll find you for lunch, all right?”
That hazy state between waking and sleeping kept pulling him back toward sleep. He might have grunted an affirmative. Starscream’s soft laugh wrapped around him, a kiss brushed over his temple, and then the blanket was tucked around his body.
Blurr drifted back into sleep surrounded by the scent of Starscream.
He woke later, when someone laughed loudly outside the curtained door, startling him. Starscream’s nest was much brighter, and though he didn’t have a clue what time it was, he gathered it was late morning.
His stomach grumbled as he untangled himself from the pillows and blankets, his hair a nest around his head. He’d slept well, for all that he wasn’t used to sleeping in a bowl of pillows.
Blurr climbed out and pulled on his clothes from the night before. They were still clean enough, and he’d only brought a few changes as it was. He supposed he’d have to ask Starscream about finding somewhere to wash his dirties and hang them to dry.
He dressed. He washed his face. He filled his pockets with fruit from Starscream’s basket, and then he ventured out into the aerie, for the first time, on his own.
It was a bustle of activity, just like the day before. Harpies going about their daily lives and business, most of them giving him a curious look but no one outright glaring at him. Blurr kept an eye out for the twins - Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. He didn’t want to cross their path.
He wandered for a bit, absently munching on his breakfast, trying to familiarize himself with the aerie on his own. He learned to tell the difference between private nests and public spaces, the latter of which typically didn’t have curtains to close them off, and the doors were wider.
He passed by the common room, and found them tidying up after breakfast. Food was still available for late risers, but it was more of a to-go option, with a small table off to the side laden with muffins and raw fruits. Blurr grabbed one of the muffins and skedaddled before he got press-ganged into dishes.
He hated doing dishes.
Blurr eventually found his way back to Perceptor and Drift’s room, after remembering it was near the top of the aerie. The curtained door was drawn back with a tie, and Blurr took that to mean he was free to enter, though he was still cautious about it. Starscream’s warning about their penchant for public displays was still fresh at the back of his mind.
“Hello?” he called out as he stepped inside without having to duck. That was the benefit of harpy doorways. They were much taller than the average human doorway.
Perceptor and Drift’s home was arranged a bit differently than Starscream’s. Their nest was slightly less central, and they had a wide open balcony where Starscream only had a window. Suncatchers and windchimes hung on the balcony, and their quiet music filled the air. The ceiling was more open, too, and it was a beautiful lattice of woven twigs and glittering gems which Blurr suspected were colored glass.
They had carved shelving into the walls, and each shelf was packed with items -- books and knickknacks and small jars and vials. One of the walls had a small variety of weapons on hooks -- they belonged to Drift.
Perceptor stepped out from behind a little alcove they had tucked away to the side. “Hello, Blurr. Good morning to you,” he said with a bob of his head.
“Morning,” Blurr said, and scratched the side of his nose. “At least, I assume it’s still morning. I haven’t checked the time because I don’t want to turn on my phone. Don’t wanna drain the battery, you know.”
Perceptor chuckled. “We have solar chargers if you need.”
“Oh. Well, that solves that.” Blurr tucked his hands behind his back, as he’d been taught when he was a kid in someone else’s home.
“Are you on your own today?” Perceptor asked with a curious tilt of his head. He had less bird mannerisms than Starscream, and there was something about his face that was more… human, for lack of a better word.
Blurr nodded. “Starscream has some meetings. He seemed to think I’d be okay on my own.”
Perceptor smiled at him. “We’re quite friendly here. He’s right.” He gestured to the small table in front of one of the shelves. “Would you like to sit? Are you hungry?”
Blurr waved his half-eaten muffin at Perceptor. “I found breakfast. Thanks though.” He sat, and after coming here, he never thought he’d long for a chair with a back, but wow, stools were not as comfortable as a lazy slouch in a backed chair.
“Feel free to let me know if you need anything,” Perceptor said. He pulled out a quill and inkpot, plus a small book of bound parchment. “How are things with Starscream, by the way?”
Heat stained the tips of Blurr’s ears. “Um, good.” He nibbled on his muffin, using it as a shield. “I came out here because of a misunderstanding, but it’s all cleared up now.”
“Misunderstanding?”
Blurr scrubbed the back of his neck. He eyed Perceptor, but there didn’t seem to be any judgment in the harpy’s eyes. “We, uh, were… intimate? And then he vanished. And I might have overreacted.”
“Oh. An unfortunate series of events. I can understand how that could be misinterpreted,” Perceptor said, with nary a blink of judgement. He tilted his head as if in deep thought. “Though I would have thought humans and harpies were incompatible. Size-wise, I mean.”
Blurr was sure his face was redder than the apple in the pocket. He found the weave of the wall very interesting. “It’s, uh, more compatible one way than the other. Starscream’s kind of insisted on it. He doesn’t want to hurt me.” He wiggled his free hand pointedly.
Why. Why were they talking about this again?
“Ah.” Perceptor made a soft humming sound of understanding. “There are things to help with that, you know. If you were so inclined.”
Oh, Primus.
Blurr shoved another bite of muffin into his mouth, chewing slowly, while his face was set aflame and one leg started bouncing under the table.
Perceptor leaned back, tapping one perfectly manicured talon against his chin. “As a matter of fact, I do believe I might have something here that could be of use.”
Blurr’s eyes widened as Perceptor set down his writing implements and rose from his stool, moving to examine one of the shelves, where a few boxes were carefully stacked.
“It was a gift, if I recall,” Perceptor murmured, and Blurr got the feeling he was not addressing Blurr directly, but talking to himself. “Before we moved to the aerie which means it will be in one of the older storage boxes. Drift never throws anything away. He’s a bit of a hoarder.”
“You never know when you might need something,” Blurr commented, though he wasn’t much of a hoarder himself. Had nowhere to store it, after all, since he lived in the dorm year-round. Space was limited.
Perceptor absently nodded. “Yes, that’s what Drift says as well. Ah, I believe it’s this one.” He pulled a bin from the shelf, no bigger than a shoebox, and lifted the lid. His tailfeathers twitched with delight. “My memory serves me well.” He withdrew a small, dark bag, tied shut with strings.
The bin returned to the shelf, and Perceptor swished back to the table, holding the bag out to Blurr.
“Here you are. Don’t be shy. Drift and I have no real need for it, so I think you and Starscream can put it to better use,” Perceptor said as he sat himself back down, carefully arranging his tailfeathers as he did so.
Blurr nibbled on his bottom lip. He unstrung the ties and peeked into the bag, only to tug it back shut a second later. “This is a… a…”
“I believe the humans would call it a sex toy,” Perceptor said, tapping his chin with one foretalon. “A dildo? A false penis? Whatever the term, it should be more than adequate to assist you and Starscream in future intimate encounters.”
A blush heated Blurr’s cheeks, his face, down into his neck, and out to the tips of his ears. He didn’t have words. He could only gape at Perceptor while fumbling to shove the bag and its contents deep into his pocket.
“Um. Thank you?” Blurr said, proud that he managed to speak with more tone than a squeak. “Could we please change the subject now? To anything that isn’t my sex life?”
Perceptor laughed, and there was something musically charming about, like twittering birds on a power line. “Yes, of course. I’d forgotten about the preferred modesty for humans.” He flicks out his quill, dips it in the inkpot, and smooths a piece of paper. “Tell me about yourself. Perhaps that is a more comfortable subject.”
Blurr quietly sighed with relief. He offered Perceptor a more genuine smile, and tried to get comfortable. As embarrassing as that had been, he’s still inwardly thrilled. Now Starscream had no more excuses.
He couldn’t wait until lunch.
Perceptor was as endlessly curious about Blurr, as Starscream had been about humans, the university, and life in general. It was only the grumbling of Blurr’s stomach which reminded Perceptor it was lunchtime, and Blurr fled for his life, back to the nest he shared with Starscream.
It was nice to be so welcomed by another harpy, but Primus! Blurr’s head spun. He wasn’t much of a scientist. There was only so much research he could take.
He skidded back into Starscream’s -- their -- nest, and Starscream looked up at him with amusement from where he was curled in the bed, a book in his lap.
“Well, you must have had fun,” he remarked in a dry tone. He unfolded himself from the bed, pulling out of the piles of bedding with better ease than Blurr managed. “You’re late.”
“Perceptor talks a lot,” Blurr said, sweeping his hair out of his face. He hadn’t thought to bring any product, so it’s been loose and soft since his first bath.
Starscream chuckled. “When he’s interested in something, it’s hard to get him to shut up.”
“Yeah, you know, he speaks my language but I swear I still didn’t understand half of what he was saying,” Blurr siad.
Starscream pulled him into a hug, rubbing his cheek across the top of Blurr's head. “Don't worry. I have training and education, and I still don't get a third of what he says sometimes. He forgets his audience.”
Blurr grinned and buried his face in Starscream's chest and feathers, inhaling deeply. He loved the way Starscream smelled.
“I noticed. I appreciated that he wasn’t a jerk.” He’d crept by the med center and caught a glimpse of Ratchet despite his attempts to be stealthy. “Since I caught a glare from Ratchet and all.”
“Ratchet's harmless.” Starscream pulled back and plucked at Blurr's jacket. “Though he does take his concern for our health seriously. Perceptor has reassured him twice there's no harm to be found, but until he's seen for himself, he won't be satisfied. Ready for lunch?”
Blurr's face burned a little brighter. “Um, yeah. But I… have this thing. I want to give you.” He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out the bag.
“Oh?” Starscream's feathers ruffled. “What is it?”
Blurr handed the bag over, and watched as Starscream opened it, letting the object inside tumble into his palm. It didn't seem all that obscene given that it was a cheerful bright pink. But there was no mistaking the phallic shape.
Starscream blinked. “That's...”
“You were worried you'd hurt me,” Blurr said as he looked everywhere but at Starscream's face. “And that you were, um, ill-equipped to prepare me properly. So I thought this would help.”
Oh, god. He didn't know if he could get any redder than he already was, but he felt as if his face was on fire. Even as his dick throbbed in his pants at the idea of Starscream using the thing on him, opening him up to be taken by the harpy.
He really, really wanted to try it.
Starscream delicately lifted the fake clava from his hands and examined it, the pad of a finger rubbing down the smooth exterior. “Where did you find such a thing? Did you let someone fly you back to the school?”
“No. Um. Perceptor gave it to me?” On a scale of weirdness Blurr had been through lately, that didn’t even crack the top ten, to be honest.
“Perceptor?” Starscream repeated, incredulous, before his lips curled into a smirk. “That little minx. I have no doubt he is to blame. Rut-obsessed they are. Both of them.”
Blurr snorted. “Like we're any better.”
“Mm. Very true,” Starscream purred. He tilted his head and looked at Blurr, something predatory in his gaze. “You want to try this?”
Blurr nibbled on his bottom lip. “I wouldn't have given it to you if I didn't,” he said, and stepped closer to Starscream, resting his hands on Starscream's hips and wishing he were tall enough to kiss Starscream on his own. “I want to try it.”
“You know you don't have to, right?” Starscream asked, his voice gentle as he pressed a knuckle under Blurr's chin so that their eyes could meet. “I'm happy with the way things are. You don't owe me anything.”
Blurr dipped his chin and caught Starscream's knuckle with his lips, scraping it with his teeth before he dragged his lips down the length of Starscream's finger, careful around the talon. “I want to,” he repeated.
Starscream shivered. His feathers lifted and ruffled, like they were caught by the wind, but Blurr knew enough by now to recognize what that meant.
“Very well,” Starscream murmured. “I am willing. Though perhaps we should have lunch first?”
Blurr laughed against Starscream's finger. “Yeah. Though I swear if all I have to eat here are berries and fruits and nuts, I'm going to lose my mind. I miss meat.”
Starscream looked more than a little appalled. “Harpies don't eat meat,” he said, all indignant, head rearing back and everything. “Our palates are too delicate for it.”
“Must be why you always taste so sweet then,” Blurr muttered as Starscream drew back, putting some much needed distance between them.
“What do you mean by sweet?” Starscream turned toward the bed and dropped the dildo, where it bounced and buried itself between two pillows.
Blurr coughed into his hand. “You know.” He gestured vaguely toward Starscream's groin, his face flaming again. “Sweet.”
Starscream arched a feathery brow at him. “Care to share a specific flavor?”
Oh, he could be incorrigible sometimes.
“No, I don't,” Blurr said. “What's for lunch?”
Starscream laughed. “Well, we can either forage from my meager stores or join the flock in the main hall.”
Blurr wanted something heartier than a few apples and a handful of candied nuts. Still, he eyed the dildo in the nest with an ache of want burning in his belly. And if everyone was at lunch, there’d be less harpies roaming the halls to hear him moaning.
“We could eat here,” he suggested, trying to sound casual, though the bump at his groin spoke otherwise. “We were apart this morning, after all. It would be nice to have a little alone time.”
Starscream arched a feathery brow, and the only way to describe how he approached Blurr was to call it a predatory stalk. “Alone time,” he echoed as his hands slid around Blurr’s hips and reeled him in. “Are you not hungry for food, Blurr?” He nuzzled into Blurr’s neck.
A shiver tiptoed up Blurr’s spine. “Not yet,” he said and grabbed onto Starscream, pulling their bodies together. “We could slide into the nest instead. Take a nap.”
“A nap,” Starscream repeated and his laugh vibrated in Blurr’s ear, which was then followed by the hot, wet lap of his tongue. “My poor human. You’re tired, is that it? You want to rest?”
Blurr groaned and dug his fingers against Starscream’s feathers. “Don’t tease me. You know what I want.”
“So I do.” Starscream’s lips found his, and Blurr moaned into them.
He let go of Starscream, only because he started tugging at his own clothes, hastily undoing his belt and kicking off his shoes. His cock strained at his jeans, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be naked and twisted around Starscream, caught in the comfortable curve of the pillow bed.
“You’re eager,” Starscream said against his mouth as he started to help Blurr disrobe, his talons carefully plucking at layers of fabric and peeling them from Blurr’s skin.
“I’m tired of dwelling on things too much,” Blurr admitted as he tossed his clothes aside, and pressed himself to Starscream, bare skin and hard cock sliding against smooth feathers. “I’m all in, Star.”
A purr rumbled in his harpy’s chest. “I love you,” Starscream said suddenly, and he swept Blurr up into an embrace and a fierce kiss, the bite of his fangs making Blurr shudder.
They stumbled into the nest, and there was a moment of surprise where Blurr literally fell into the tangled mass of blankets and pillows. Softness caught him without a bounce, and Starscream’s body and lips fell on him again. Blurr threaded his fingers through Starscream’s feathers, thighs parting to accept Starscream between them, rolling up to grind against Starscream.
Blurr shivered as Starscream's kiss gentled, until their lips were barely touching with each soft kiss. Arousal tangled in his gut, making his skin feel as if it was aflame. His dick was hard, already leaking precome, and anticipation had his heart beating a mile a minute.
“You really want to do this?” Starscream asked.
Blurr grinned through the heat staining his face. “If you don’t start, I’m going to do it myself.”
“Fair enough.” Starscream chuckled and drew back, his hands skimming down Blurr’s sides. “I think if you turn over it will be easier for both of us.”
Blurr licked his lips. “Okay.” He turned over to his hands and knees, and Starscream shoved several pillows at him, tucking them beneath his belly, giving him something to thrust against.
Starcream’s palms skimmed over the back of Blurr’s thighs as he settled between them, and Blurr’s insides clenched with want. Tingles of anticipation had him gripping the pillows, his cock throbbing a spurt of pre-fluid.
Blurr made the conscious decision to push his knees further apart, until he felt the rush of humid air against his balls. His ass clenched as he imagined the stretch of Starscream's larger than human girth.
Fabric ruffled and feathers rustled as Starscream shifted. He rubbed Blurr's ass, pushing and sliding his cheeks, baring his wrinkled rim to the warm air. The weight of Starscream’s regard was an almost tangible touch to his skin.
“You just gonna stare or actually do something?” Blurr challenged.
Starscream chuckled. “I was admiring you,” he said, and he got a handful of Blurr’s ass, squeezing it.
Blurr groaned. “You could admire with your fingers. Or that toy.”
“I’m getting to that,” Starscream murmured, and warm puffs of moist air teased Blurr’s hole, mere seconds before there was a wet flick over it.
Oh, god.
“What're you doing?” Blurr demanded though it came out more of a squeak as Starscream palmed his aft, and the hot swipe lapped his hole.
“I thought it should be obvious,” Starscream purred as he licked at Blurr again, a sensation both ticklish and outrageously arousing. “Talons can get in the way. This is how a harpy properly prepares his mate.”
Blurr gripped the pillow, his hips pushing up and back as Starscream exhaled wetly, and his tongue pushed harder at Blurr.
“Why?” Starscream asked with another puff of wet heat. “Should I stop?”
“Don't you dare!”
“That's what I thought,” Starscream said with a hum, and the long, leisurely licks returned.
Blurr pressed his face into the pillow, thanking Primus it muffled his moans. No one had ever done that for him. No one had ever licked at him with such care, as though savoring some kind of treat. Starscream even sounded like he was enjoying himself, making little purring noises as he lapped longer and deeper.
His long harpy tongue pushed at Blurr's ring, and Blurr turned into a puddle of goo. He sagged into the pillows, dick leaking all over the place.
Starscream's mouth moved lower, sucking at his balls and Blurr moaned into the pillow. It never failed to amaze him, how eagerly Starscream would dive into all of his private places and offer pleasure.
He rocked and rolled his hips, rutting his dick against the pillow beneath him. Pleasure built up within him in a fiery inferno. He gasped as Starscream's tongue seemed to be everywhere and Starscream's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his ass and inner thigh, and Starscream's talons pricked him.
Blurr had no hope of holding out. Especially not when Starscream licked at him again. Blurr shuddered and slammed his hips down, coming with a startled shout all over the pillow. Heat flooded his body, his knees digging into the nest, and he pushed back against Starscream to extend the sensation.
“Mm.” Starscream's teeth grazed his right ass cheek, giving it a gentle bite that was all pressure and no tearing. “That sounded like a good one.”
Sweat slicked Blurr's skin. He unburied his face from the pillow, turning his head to the side.
“Are you trying to break me?” Blurr asked.
Starscream chuckled. “No. I just want you to be relaxed. And you are, aren't you?”
Blurr rested his head on the pillow, his entire body filled with a languor despite the sticky mess beneath him. “Nothing could bother me right now.”
“Exactly.” Starscream stroked his ass and then braced his free hand next to Blurr's side, leaning over Blurr to press a kiss to Blurr's cheek. “I will not cause you pain.”
“I believe you.” Blurr wriggled under Starscream's hand. “So keep going.”
“Yes, dear.” Starscream's lips moved to his ear, teeth tugging on the lobe, before he moved back into place.
Blurr closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, listening to the sound of his heartbeat gradually ease. He dipped his chin and looked over his shoulder as Starscream rested one hand on his ass and lifted the dildo from where it had been resting next to him.
Starscream eyed the dildo with an intensity he usually reserved for the advanced physics books Blurr brought for him. Then he shrugged and popped the end of it into his mouth, tongue curling all around it.
“What are you doing?” Blurr demanded, eyes wide.
Starscream gave him a sideways look. “I can't very well stick it in dry, and Perceptor didn't think to supply you with some lubricant.”
“Oh.” Blurr's cheeks heated. “Carry on then.”
Starscream chuckled and patted him on the ass. He didn't seem at all bothered by the fact his clava had been standing at attention since he first urged Blurr onto his stomach and that it leaked copiously. Harpies had some kind of sexual stamina.
It was unfair.
Starscream licked the dildo again and then pulled it from his mouth with a pop. It glistened with his spit as he directed his attention to Blurr's ass, one hand massaging as the other urged the tip of it toward Blurr's hole.
Blurr sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and buried his face in the pillow again. It was better to muffle all the embarrassing sounds he was going to make. Because anal play was one of the fastest ways to get him off, and Starscream was giving him some seriously undivided attention.
“You always hide from me,” Starscream murmured as the tip of the dildo rested against Blurr's ring, applying a slight pressure. Starscream moved it in tiny circles. “What is there to embarrassed of?”
“I'm not hiding,” Blurr said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Evidence seems to indicate to the contrary,” Starscream said dryly.
A light nudge and the dildo slid into Blurr in slow, steady increments. A shiver tap-danced down his spine as the toy met no resistance, eased by Blurr's state of relaxation and all the effort Starscream had put forth.
He gripped the pillow tighter, exhaling in a burst as pleasure echoed through his body. His dick started to thicken again, his ass clenching around the intruder, even as Starscream carefully worked it deeper. Slowly, almost too slowly.
“Good?” Starscream asked.
Blurr pushed his knees further apart and rolled his ass backward, forcing the dildo deeper, until he reached a broader part of it. He felt the stretch of his rim, a sharp pinch, and stopped, panting.
“Blurr?”
“Yeah,” he blurted out, his fingers kneading at the pillow. “I'm fine. Keep going. Promise. I'm fine. Don't stop.”
The back of one of Starscream's hands stroked down his back. “If you're not--”
“Then I'll say something!” Blurr turned his head, trying to glare over his shoulder but failing miserably as another rush of pleasure made him shiver. “Please, Star. You're driving me crazy.”
Starscream chuckled. “Very well. You've convinced me.”
The dildo moved within Blurr, pushing a little deeper, until he felt it sliding free, a slow and aching motion that he swore touched everything inside of him. He let out a long moan, fingers gripping the pillow so tightly that they ached.
Starscream continued to work the dildo within him. In and out. Sometimes, he withdrew it completely to stroke the tip around Blurr's rim, and then he would push it back in again, hitting different angles every time.
Blurr turned into a panting, sweating mess. His hair stuck out in all directions and clung to the back of his head. He was beyond the point of coherent commentary.
He was begging? When had he started begging? But it was a litany of words that somehow involved Starscream's name and a request for deeper, harder, more. His toes curled and his dick throbbed beneath him, dribbling everywhere.
And then Starscream angled the dildo just right, striking that special place inside of him, and Blurr jerked, entire body thrashing as he lit up with pleasure.
“Star!” Blurr tightened his belly, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Just fuck me already, god damn it!”
Wow.
That was… a little more vicious than he intended.
But he meant it, too.
There was a moment's pause before Starscream chuckled and the dildo slid out of him. “You make a compelling argument.”
“Good.” Blurr tucked his elbows beneath his chest, drew up his knees, and waited. “I'm ready. I'm more than ready. I swear.”
“I believe you.”
Starscream shifted his weight and his grip, and Blurr was quite sure he couldn't make himself any more available than he already was. His heart beat in anticipation. His breathing quickened. He sucked on his bottom lip.
Starscream nudged forward with a tentative pressure. He was barely thicker than the dildo, but he was long. Blurr knew that no matter how much he had prepared, he could never take all of Starscream. They simply weren't that physically compatible.
But the sensation was incredible. Starscream breaching him inch by inch, so smooth and hot, the little ridges on his clava catching at Blurr's rim. He clenched down around it, orgasm hanging in the wings like a volcano ready to erupt.
Starscream exhaled sharply, and there was a prick of talons on his ass before Starscream inched even deeper. The tiny knobs on his clava massaged Blurr on the inside, rubbing right over that sensitive knot inside of him. Pleasure shot like lightning through his body.
Blurr buried his face in the pillow, pushing his ass back. “--'s good,” he managed to get out, rocking back and forth across the nestbed. “Keep – oh god – keep doing what you're doing.”
He curled into himself, knees digging into the padding, urging his ass higher. Starscream's clava pushed deeper as Starscream leaned forward, curling around him from behind. The tickle of his feathers against Blurr's ass and back made him tremble.
Blurr growled into the pillow. The tip of his dick rubbed over and over against the pillow beneath him, and the sensation was maddening.
He felt Starscream's exhalations against his upper back between his shoulder blades. Starscream leaned over him, easy given their height difference. His exhales teased the back of Blurr's neck, and then his lips followed, pressing a kiss to his nape.
Blurr shivered. He clenched around Starscream's clava. The harpy moved within him in slow, shallow thrusts. Each forward push of his hips raked against Blurr's prostate.
Starscream's teeth grazed his nape. Blurr pressed his forehead to the pillow, sucking in desperate breath after desperate breath. The air was hot. His skin was sticky.
Blurr let out a garbled noise that might have been Starscream's name, just as he felt the prick of pressure on the back of his neck. It was a flash of pain that coincided with Starscream pushing into him at just the right angle.
His control shattered.
Blurr shouted as he came, spilling on the pillows again and clenching hard on Starscream's clava. His toes curled, and his fingers tightened into aching fists, but it was all secondary to the pleasure spreading through him like a lightning storm.
Starscream warbled something and then his teeth clamped down on the back of Blurr's nape. His grip on Blurr's hips tightened, little pricks of his talons hard enough to draw blood.
Blurr moaned as Starscream's clava throbbed and then pulsed as Starscream came inside him. He was going to pay for that later, but for now, he didn’t care.
Blurr collapsed beneath Starscream, and Starscream followed him down, his grip on both Blurr's hips and nape relentless. His hips moved in little sharp jerks as though caught in the throes of pleasure.
“Oh, god.” Blurr moaned, his breathing sharp and erratic as he went limp.
Starscream's teeth loosened from his nape, his tongue flicking across the marks. “Sorry,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Blurr's shoulder before he rubbed his cheek against it. “Got carried away.”
Blurr wiggled his ass, Starscream still within him, though the harpy's clava was softening. “You can get carried away anytime you want. That was hot as fuck.”
Starscream withdrew from Blurr, releasing his grip on Blurr's hip at the same time. Cool air washed over the pricks his talons left behind.
“Mm. No, I shouldn't because I could have hurt you,” Starscream retorted but it was too soft to carry any weight. He dropped a line of kisses down Blurr's spine.
“Except you didn't,” Blurr said.
Starscream's lips grazed the base of his spine. “You're bleeding.”
Blurr snorted. “I've had worse papercuts, I'm sure.” He managed to work an arm free from beneath him and touched the back of his neck where Starscream had bit him. “You didn't even break the skin, Star.”
“I did here,” Starscream said. He laid a palm over Blurr’s right ass cheek to demonstrate.
Blurr shrugged. “So I sit a little awkwardly for a day. That was going to happen regardless. Being a harpy had nothing to do with it.”
Starscream's lips grazed over his right ass cheek. “Still, it is impolite to harm one's partner when they did not ask for it. And I had no right to mark you.” His tongue flicked over Blurr's skin, perhaps over one of the scratches.
It was actually kinda… hot. The idea of Starscream tasting his blood. Blurr's cheeks burned.
“Next time, I'll ask for it then, so you don't feel guilty.” Blurr traced the back of his neck again.
He liked Starscream's teeth on his neck, too. It made the whole thing feel desperate and primal.
It made him wish he was a harpy. So Starscream wouldn’t have to worry about holding back. He could pin Blurr down, fuck him nice and deep, bottom out. Be rough and dangerous and uncontained.
Blurr shivered.
“I'll be more careful.” Starscream rubbed Blurr's ass again before warm exhalations ghosted over Blurr's wrinkled ring.
It twitched, slightly sore and stretched. He could also feel the damp of Starscream's spill and knew a bath would be in short order.
If only he could make himself get up.
“I didn't say you had to be,” Blurr grumbled. He tried to look over his shoulder and managed to get a glimpse of his ass, the reddened marks upon it, and then Starscream's crest.
It was all the warning he had before Starscream lapped at him, balls and everything. Primus, it would never stop being a little weird how Starscream liked to lick him clean. Maybe it was a harpy thing? He could probably ask Perceptor and get away with it.
Blurr sucked in a breath and buried his face back in the damp pillow. “You don't have to do that.”
“Perhaps I enjoy it,” Starscream said with a careful kiss to Blurr's ring. “I made a mess; I should clean it.”
Oh, god.
Blurr chewed the inside of his cheek. “By that argument, I should do something about all the come beneath me.”
Starscream chuckled and his mouth descended upon Blurr. He squirmed, face heating. If he'd had anything left in him for another orgasm, his dick would be getting hard again.
Somewhere in there, though, the embarrassment had gone away. He was lying on his belly, on a pillow soaked in his own come, his ass in the air and a harpy paying loving attention to it, and he didn't fragging care.
Okay, he cared. But he didn't care so much anymore.
Starscream shifted his attention to the marks on Blurr's ass. He laved each one in turn, causing only a slight sting, before he finally stopped.
“Satisfied?” Blurr asked.
“Yes. For now.” There was amusement in Starscream's voice.
Blurr forced his exhausted body into motion and rolled onto his back, getting his first clear look at Starscream since the whole thing began. And yeah, his ass was a little sore and the pillows felt a rough on his scraped skin.
He'd do it again.
Starscream looked pleased with himself. His clava had retreated into his sheath, but his featherdown was damp from their fluids. A steady dribble leaked from his antrum.
Blurr stretched his arms over his head, well aware how enticing it made him look. “Does that mean a bath's in order then?”
Starscream chuckled and crawled over him, pausing to lay a kiss to his belly button for some weird reason. “That can be arranged. Though given the current time, we're likely to draw an audience.”
“Oh.”
They'd all see the marks on his ass and neck. Well, if his hair was wet, it might cover his nape, but nothing could be done about the obvious marks of harpy lovin' on his ass. They might all know he and Starscream engaged in illicit activities, but they didn't know.
Starscream laughed and kissed his way up Blurr's chest, nosing into Blurr's throat. “Are you embarrassed, Blurr?”
“Shut up. It's a human thing.”
Starscream's feathers tickled his knees. He radiated heat, too. But he worked his way back up to Blurr's mouth and stole his lips for a kiss that tasted like himself. Salty and bitter and kind of gross, but whatever. Blurr could learn to deal.
It was worth it for Starscream, who pressed their foreheads together immediately after and snuggled Blurr, half on top of him and half off to the side. One arm – and its attached wing – blanked Blurr.
“So,” Blurr said conversationally. “Are we going to declare the toy a success?”
Starscream nuzzled into the hollow of Blurr's neck and shoulder. “I owe Perceptor a thank you. But in the meantime, I have a question for you.”
Blurr let his eyes drift shut. “Go for it.” He’d worry about lunch later.
“Will you stay a few days?”
He cracked one eye open. “Why?”
“There's a festival to honor Adaptus soon.”
“Who?”
“Adaptus.” Starscream shifted his weight to better see Blurr. “The first harpy. Legend has it that we all came from his core.”
The name sounded vaguely familiar. “Oh. Wouldn't I be out of place then? Since I don't worship him.”
“Oh. We don't worship him,” Starscream corrected. “We don't think of Adaptus as a god. We honor him as the First.” His lips curved in a grin and he whispered conspiratorially, “Legends say Adaptus was once human.”
Blurr squinted at his lover. “You told me harpies don't have magic.”
“We don't. But that doesn't mean Adaptus didn't.” Starscream pressed their foreheads together. “We had to come from somewhere, Blurr.”
He supposed he never thought about it. It felt like the harpies had always been around. There were nests and aeries all over Cybertron, usually in proximity to a human settlement. In fact, as far as Blurr knew, there was an aerie in each of the districts of Cybertron. Some were further out from the larger human cities, but still, there were as many different harpy flocks as there were human cities.
“Sure, sure.” Blurr exhaled. “I'll stay for the festival. It sounds fun. But for now, how about we sleep?”
“I thought you wanted lunch. And a bath.”
“They can wait. I need a nap first,” Blurr grumbled and tucked his head into Starscream’s body, burying himself against warm feathers and an increasingly familiar scent.
“Fair enough.” Starscream nuzzled Blurr’s hair, audibly inhaling. “I’ll wake you in a bit.”
Blurr drifted off to sleep on that promise.
