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Soon all three harpies gathered at the makeshift buffet, which was still very much filled with whatever they could desire. Blackout had taken his chosen meal without saying much more to Prowl, instead he studied the datapad he’d been given while eating silently. The only other reaction the big black mech had given, was when Springer had entered the room. For a brief moment he’d looked up and both copter’s optics locked on one another.
The optic contact was broken as fast as it had happened, and wouldn’t have Prowl knew what to put his attention on, he would have missed the tiny interaction for sure. Later today he would probably know what this was about, at least if Jazz’s guess was to be considered right. After all, depending on what the other officer had noticed Prowl had missed, it might be just a misinterpretation. Or not. There was no logical reason to other think it now, Prowel realized and shut that thought down.
Not that he had time for it anyways, not with Whirl looking at him in a way that made the Praxian’s platzing crawl. However the faceless mech managed to do that.
During the morning and the buffet he had a few more shallow conversations with Springer and Whirl, whenever a new topic arose. And very often it was decided to keep the real deep conversations about said topics out of this, since they were not to be held while refueling. Itz wasn’t like he had a problem with it but it was a harpie tradition to never engage in political or religious conversations at the table. Doing so showed that the mech starting or continuing had bad manners and no honor, since it was disrespectful towards the meal and the ones who have prepared it.
At some moments it seemed like Prowl’s knowledge and even respect of said tradition was tested, especially by Whirl. Luckily he did prepare for this as well as possible. So no misshapes occured. And as soon as all copters were done with their breakfast the first meeting of the day started behind closed doors.
Bumblebee had commed Barricade the second Prowl had given him permission to take a break. He’d agreed to meet up with the dark mustang in the lobby, where Bumblebee spotted him right away, looking menacing around. The black and yellow shook his head with a smile on his lips. It was funny how much his lover hated random conversations, so whenever he stood in a crowd he made sure to show with his expression and posture that he was not to be approached.
Of course that never happened when the two of them were out hunting, their prime motive then was to grab other mecha’s attention, though most night’s it was Bumblebee who lured them into a conversation, since most tourists where a bit shyer to talk to a marked enforcer than to a random ‘Praxian’.
“I wonder if you would be willing to help me, officer ?” he smoothly whispered, as he came closer to Barricade. He knew that even with a bit of a distance between them, Barricade would hear him. One of the pros of being a vampire was to have better senses than most other mecha, that included hearing.
The dark mech didn’t hesitate to grab Bumblebee by the wrist pulling him closer. “Only if that help included getting into a more private setting. Bumblebee hadn't per se planned to use his free time with the mustang to squeeze in a quickie… But the way the mustang’s rough voice sounded while saying that and the implications that look of Barricade held, made him reconsider.
“There are a few unoccupied rooms I can get us in. Any preference officer?” He replied, continuing his tease. Barricade just gave him a predatory smirk “Whatever you fancy, should have a bed though. Or whatever flat surface you prefere…”
Bumblebee felt his cheeks heating up but hoped it wasn’t too obvious, because he did feel a few optics on them right now. “I think I can provide that” He just replied shortly and walked past Barricade leading him along, ignoring all other mecha around them. Meanwhile his processor provided him with quite a few ideas of what they could do in whatever time they had before Barricade had to meet up with Jazz again to continue their patrol.
Once they were behind closed doors Barricade didn’t waste any time. Before Bumblebee could say another word his back was forcefully pressed against the door by the dark mech and Barricade kissed him hungrily. If he ever questioned if the mustang missed him, this was his more than clear answer.
But he wasn’t against any of this. Willing to give the other what he apparently needed he opened his intake without missing a beat, allowing Barricade to deepen the kiss even further. And Bumblebee’s lips weren’t the only things that opened up to barricade. Without having to be asked, Bumblebee's modesty plate slid out of the way granting Barricade access to Bumblebee’s valve and allowing the black and yellow’s spike to spring free from it’s housing. It felt great to have to fully pressurized member pressed between their frames.
Barricade gave an aroused growl and one of his servos traveled down Bumblee’s frame quickly, theas brushed passed the mech’s hot spike, only teasing it lightly, before going further down and disappearing between Bumblebee’s thighs.
A needy moan escaped the younger vampire, when deft digits found their way between his already slightly swollen valve lips, heading straight for his node, sending a fresh rush of heat through his frame and causing him to buck involuntarily against the servo. He felt like he was melting and Barricade’s low rumbling laugh wasn’t making it better.
“Bed… Let’s - Ah! Primus! - Cade… Let’s move it to the… The… the… the bed” It took all his self control to even get that out and not just have his lover fuck him against the door. But he wanted to have Barricade all over him, and press him into the mattress until they were both spent.