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Megatronus was walking back from his latest victory in the arena, the crowd cheering his name but that is now what had his engine running. There was something back in his quarters that he did not want to miss, Lyra had told him that. So he was walking as fast as his battered frame could carry him back to his hab to go through the wash-racks and learn what she had in mind for the night.
Finally reaching his hab he walked in to find that the light was dimmer than it should be and Lyra was sitting next to the sunken bath in the center of the room. Steam was coming off of the oil's surface and she was running a servo through it, leaning back as his optics turned to her, "Come on Megarounus, it's time to relax."
Getting into the bath, letting the oil run over his joints he was startled by Lyra handing him a cube of energon with a smile. A brush started to go into every one of the cracks in his armour, getting to the protoform beneath as Lyra cleaned him thoroughly. The gentle servos were constant and steady, driving the worries away from his processor.
Megatronus almost missed the splash of another getting into the bath with him, and then with gentle touches Lyra moved him back enough that she could settle on his thighs. The steady brush had gotten most of his upper frame, and was moving down his abdominal plating to the pelvis armour. Lyras servos were not stopping and he took a swallow from the cube of energon in his servo as she moved lower and lower until she was bushing the modesty cover between his thighs.
Another movement of oil and the brush was placed on the side of the bath, leaving Lyra's servos free to roam over Megatronus' frame. He was trying not to turn on the fans to release the heat that was not coming from the bath around them as charge was building behind his panel. Lyra was investigating his neck cables as she spoke quietly, "Aren't you going to make sure I don't have anything stuck in a seam?"
This was quickly unraveling all of his control, but Megatronus did as she asked and started looking in the seams of her neck cables to make sure there was nothing stuck there. All the while very aware of the servos traveling down his neck cables, across the palidrons, down his cassis and abdominal plating back to the pelvic plating and the heat growing behind his cover. His fans turned on as the small servo went over his modesty cover, Lyra's helm was tilted and her bright optics were considering something.
Megatronus only saw the decision in her optics before the beautiful full lips of her intake was on his neck cables, sucking before a dentas nipped and a glossa was licking up the energon. Then the sucking and licking came back as the servo was rubbing circles into his now burning cover and Megatronus was fighting to keep any control whatsoever. A primal need to celebrate victory with his mate, singing through his processor.
Swallowing the oral fluid that threatened to dribble out, "Lyra." Her intake had moved to his jaw and her only response was to humm. Megatronus was still fighting not to fold completely as servos and glossa were turning him into a puddle, "You should stop."
The wonderful feeling of her intake moved closer to his own, "Do you want me too?" A nip caused him to let out one of the sinful moans he had been trying to keep in, damn his intake and fans. The smile was obvious in her voice, "I don't want to stop this either." Then whispering into his audial, "Are you going to take me to the berth?"
Megatronus felt her intake against his and all thoughts went out of the window. Wrapping her fully in his armstruts he held her close to his chassis, servos under her beautiful aft as he stood and lifted her out of the bath, moving to the stairs out of it. Kisses went down neck cables and he pressed her fully against the wall to get a better hold, growling in frustration at her panel being so far from his intake. Lifting her leg struts to be over his pauldrons he began his own attack on a heating panel using his intake and glossa to tease her.
Lyra's servos were on his helm as she held on, gasps and moans coming from her voicebox driving him crazy. Finally her panel opened, and he let out a pleased growl before taking the small spike into his mouth, suckling on her as he moved them to the berth. Megatronus held Lyra close as she shook though the first overload, fluids smeared across his faceplate and he wanted to devour her lips again. But another pair of swollen lips let out a siren song and he laid down between her legs, beautiful lights of her nodes showing her valve already wet and begging for attention.
Megatronus started his feast with the swollen lips, licking and sucking them as they let out the sweet nectar of her fluids. Glossa worked slowly, savoring every taste and bit of the beautiful valve. Kissing the node at the opening he went through the valve over and over again until Lyra had overloaded into his intake, causing Megatronus to clean up the valve with lazy licks.
Finally he moved up her slender frame, kisses pressed over her abdominal platting, chassis, pauldrons, and neck cables before reaching her faceplate. There they took each others moans as pleasure racked their frames…
The jarring internal alarm brought Megatronus awake with a start, alone in his berth plating heated as he looked around and then down at the mess his leaking panel had made of his berthcover. Lyra wasn't here, she wasn't even in Kaon. She was in her Archives and he was having that kind of flux about her in recharge. He was going to need cold wash before facing anybot today.