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As it turned out, getting past the taboo was the easy part of things. Figuring out what, exactly, to do with this desire was a bit harder.
It wasn't the "alien genitalia" that was the issue; they matched up surprisingly well there, in fact. It seemed that Cybertronians had a penis-and-clitoris-and-vagina setup, though they were called different things, and that the various fluids weren't toxic to humans the way Energon was, so it wasn't like Lucas was unsafe or that he was completely lost as to how Wheeljack's body worked, in a sexual sense. And, of course, since Cybertronians and humans were so similar, Wheeljack could figure him out real easily, too.
That wasn't the problem. The problem was scale. When Lucas measured his height in feet and Wheeljack measured his in meters, things got a little complicated. Wheeljack's spike, simply put, was about the same size Lucas was -- not Lucas's cock, his entire body. It didn't make using his hands or mouth completely impossible, but it certainly made him rethink exactly how he would want to give this particular partner a handjob, or a blowjob.
And when Wheeljack could wrap his entire hand around Lucas's body, and was a lot stronger than him... Well, that was incredibly hot, actually. But it also made Wheeljack strangely, almost uncharacteristically careful.
"Wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you, is all," he explained, a little gruffly, but watching Lucas in fascination. He trailed a finger carefully over the human's chest and stomach, tracing half-finished tattoos, and Lucas arched, working the vibe into himself more quickly.
"You're not." It was a breathless reassurance, though he managed to keep his voice from shaking, squirming as Wheeljack lightly explored his body and came close to brushing against his cock, but never quite getting there. "Nn, but you are being a horrible tease. Mind giving me a hand, Wheeljack? Maybe just a finger?"
He could keep up the light joking even through this, twitching his hips in silent request for Wheeljack to touch him, enjoying the attention even though it wasn't quite enough, enjoying the way those incredibly bright, incredibly blue eyes looked him over with obvious interest and approval.
"Ha." Wheeljack did grin though, obviously amused, those eyes actually flashing slightly, brightening just a little before dimming down to normal levels again. "I guess if you're gonna ask all nicely like that..."
He did trail his finger over Lucas's dick, then, touch light and deliberately tapping against each piercing on his way up, and then he pressed down with the pad of his finger, pressing basically the entire top half of Lucas's cock against his belly, and Lucas arched up again immediately with a half-protesting groan.
"Aagh..." He rolled his hips, trying to rub his cock against the smooth, warm metal trapping it, feeling it trying to twitch and almost forgetting to move the vibe for a moment, before starting up again in earnest. "Fuck, Wheeljack."
"Yeah?" There was that look again, as he watched Lucas twist and squirm and fuck himself with the vibe, not just fascinated but intent, hungry. "Frag, look at you, all revved up and ready to blow. Let me help with that, huh?"
The pressure disappeared, and Lucas almost whined in disappointment as Wheeljack pulled his hand back. But then he was picking him up, carefully, and the sudden movement made him lightheaded and sent another spike of arousal through him -- this was seriously intense manhandling, just carting him around through the air -- before Wheeljack lowered his mouth to his hands and brought his tongue into play, trailing over Lucas's dick the way his finger had a minute ago, then taking his entire cock into the wet heat of his mouth, not just all the way down but encompassing his testicles as well, practically able to kiss at his thighs too, suckling carefully.
Lucas was making absolutely embarrassing noises by then, high and desperate, one hand pressing desperately to Wheeljack's cheek. He pressed the vibe further into himself again, as deep as he could, trying to angle it, desperate for the orgasm that Wheeljack had brought him right to the edge of in what felt like seconds, and when Wheeljack made a little self-satisfied humming noise the vibration of that made him cry out loud as he came, hard, bucking and shuddering.
He was vaguely aware of being lowered again, set down carefully and cradled, and he came back to himself after a few moments in Wheeljack's lap, feeling the radiating heat of his modesty plate. He switched off the vibe and pulled it out of himself, shifting to get more comfortable, as Wheeljack carefully stroked at his hair, this time.
"You good?" Wheeljack prompted. He sounded like he really did care about the answer, and Lucas grinned up at him, sated and content and wicked, and reached over to scrape his nails over that heated panel, enjoying the look on Wheeljack's face as he did so.
"Very good," he affirmed. "Now... Are you going to let me return the favor?"
It wasn't the "alien genitalia" that was the issue; they matched up surprisingly well there, in fact. It seemed that Cybertronians had a penis-and-clitoris-and-vagina setup, though they were called different things, and that the various fluids weren't toxic to humans the way Energon was, so it wasn't like Lucas was unsafe or that he was completely lost as to how Wheeljack's body worked, in a sexual sense. And, of course, since Cybertronians and humans were so similar, Wheeljack could figure him out real easily, too.
That wasn't the problem. The problem was scale. When Lucas measured his height in feet and Wheeljack measured his in meters, things got a little complicated. Wheeljack's spike, simply put, was about the same size Lucas was -- not Lucas's cock, his entire body. It didn't make using his hands or mouth completely impossible, but it certainly made him rethink exactly how he would want to give this particular partner a handjob, or a blowjob.
And when Wheeljack could wrap his entire hand around Lucas's body, and was a lot stronger than him... Well, that was incredibly hot, actually. But it also made Wheeljack strangely, almost uncharacteristically careful.
"Wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you, is all," he explained, a little gruffly, but watching Lucas in fascination. He trailed a finger carefully over the human's chest and stomach, tracing half-finished tattoos, and Lucas arched, working the vibe into himself more quickly.
"You're not." It was a breathless reassurance, though he managed to keep his voice from shaking, squirming as Wheeljack lightly explored his body and came close to brushing against his cock, but never quite getting there. "Nn, but you are being a horrible tease. Mind giving me a hand, Wheeljack? Maybe just a finger?"
He could keep up the light joking even through this, twitching his hips in silent request for Wheeljack to touch him, enjoying the attention even though it wasn't quite enough, enjoying the way those incredibly bright, incredibly blue eyes looked him over with obvious interest and approval.
"Ha." Wheeljack did grin though, obviously amused, those eyes actually flashing slightly, brightening just a little before dimming down to normal levels again. "I guess if you're gonna ask all nicely like that..."
He did trail his finger over Lucas's dick, then, touch light and deliberately tapping against each piercing on his way up, and then he pressed down with the pad of his finger, pressing basically the entire top half of Lucas's cock against his belly, and Lucas arched up again immediately with a half-protesting groan.
"Aagh..." He rolled his hips, trying to rub his cock against the smooth, warm metal trapping it, feeling it trying to twitch and almost forgetting to move the vibe for a moment, before starting up again in earnest. "Fuck, Wheeljack."
"Yeah?" There was that look again, as he watched Lucas twist and squirm and fuck himself with the vibe, not just fascinated but intent, hungry. "Frag, look at you, all revved up and ready to blow. Let me help with that, huh?"
The pressure disappeared, and Lucas almost whined in disappointment as Wheeljack pulled his hand back. But then he was picking him up, carefully, and the sudden movement made him lightheaded and sent another spike of arousal through him -- this was seriously intense manhandling, just carting him around through the air -- before Wheeljack lowered his mouth to his hands and brought his tongue into play, trailing over Lucas's dick the way his finger had a minute ago, then taking his entire cock into the wet heat of his mouth, not just all the way down but encompassing his testicles as well, practically able to kiss at his thighs too, suckling carefully.
Lucas was making absolutely embarrassing noises by then, high and desperate, one hand pressing desperately to Wheeljack's cheek. He pressed the vibe further into himself again, as deep as he could, trying to angle it, desperate for the orgasm that Wheeljack had brought him right to the edge of in what felt like seconds, and when Wheeljack made a little self-satisfied humming noise the vibration of that made him cry out loud as he came, hard, bucking and shuddering.
He was vaguely aware of being lowered again, set down carefully and cradled, and he came back to himself after a few moments in Wheeljack's lap, feeling the radiating heat of his modesty plate. He switched off the vibe and pulled it out of himself, shifting to get more comfortable, as Wheeljack carefully stroked at his hair, this time.
"You good?" Wheeljack prompted. He sounded like he really did care about the answer, and Lucas grinned up at him, sated and content and wicked, and reached over to scrape his nails over that heated panel, enjoying the look on Wheeljack's face as he did so.
"Very good," he affirmed. "Now... Are you going to let me return the favor?"