Dratchet
IDW
⚠️NSFW⚠️
••Free time is hard to come by, so Drift and Ratchet cherish it when they can.

Given the fact that the past few weeks had been hectic as hell with no downtime whatsoever, it was no question what Drift and Ratchet were going to do once they finally had a moment to themselves.

Drift guided Ratchet into their shared berthroom and fumbled with the lock on the door in the midst of a passionate, desperate kiss. Once he heard the click, he slid his arms back around Ratchet's midsection and pulled him closer, melting into the heat that radiated from his core.

They eventually moved to the berth, Ratchet straddling Drift's hips while Drift gripped his shoulders. After a few more moments, they broke apart, soft gasps and pants escaping them. They looked into each other's optics, lust clouding their gazes, before going back in.

Ratchet started rolling his hips, grinding against that sweet spot on Drift's panel and earning a breathy moan from the swordsman. It wasn't long before his panel popped open, releasing his stiffened spike and exposing his lubricated valve to the air, which sent a shudder down his spine. Ratchet spread Drift's thighs further apart, allowing his panel to open and reveal his own equipment.

"Primus, I love you so much." He murmured, leaving a trail of kisses along Drift's jaw as he slowly pushed into him. "Gorgeous, gorgeous mech..."

Drift blushed and released another breathy moan, tilting his head back. His hips bucked upwards, his frame positively responding to the pleasure he was receiving. "Mnnn... fuck me hard, Ratch~ I need it...~"

Ratchet chuckled softly, pressing a long kiss to Drift's neck. He slowly pulled out, nearly removing his entire length. "As you wish."

Slamming back into Drift, his thrusts were rough and quick. His hips jerked back and forth, crashing against Drift's pelvis and most definitely leaving behind paint transfers they'd have to touch up later.

Drift dissolved into a variety of moans and whines. He dug his fingers into Ratchet's shoulders to anchor himself as his frame shuddered.

"Oh..!~ Ahh-hah..!~" Drift cried out, arching his back. "Right there... Right— ngh... yes..!~ Right there, Ratch....!~"

Outside in the hallway, Rodimus made the unfortunate mistake of walking past their door. He heard a noise and paused, then curiously leaned closer to listen.

"Oh. OH my god—" Rodimus quickly walked away, trying to get the noises he just heard out of his head.

Ratchet could feel himself beginning to approach his climax as he pounded into Drift. With one final thrust, the pressure was released and he let out a cry of blissful pleasure. Drift soon followed and they rode out their highs together until they were too exhausted to do much more.

After cleaning themselves up, they curled around each other and settled in to take a well-deserved nap. They both desperately needed it.

(Lazy ending but I don't care lol)