they are 🥺 they balance each other sooo well

they tuck the cloths away in their subspaces and curl up on either side of him. they press gentle kisses to his helm, and he turns his head to both sides to catch their lips with his. their servos reach up and tangle with each other on top of his chestplate, he slips into recharge. (14/14)

rodimus manages to extricate himself from the berth first, and thunderclash feels a soft cloth wiping the transfluid away a few moments later as rodimus murmurs more praise. nautica slides out of his valve and he feels another cloth begin to clean him and the berth. he opens his optics and smiles.

thunderclash comes, and his valve cycling down on her spike is the last push she needs before she's spilling transfluid inside of him as well. a cascading wave of charge pushes him into a second orgasm right as the first dies down. the smell of ozone fills the air in the habsuite.

thunderclash gives rodimus's anterior node one final, hard suck and rodimus comes, transfluid spilling all over thunderclash's face. clash hums and continues to eat him out through the aftershocks, far more gently than before, even as nautica's spike sends charge surging through his valve.

thunderclash's world narrows to rodimus's valve above him and nautica's spike below. all three of their fans are spinning on overdrive, but the sound fades into the background in favor of the slick noises of nautica's spike filling him over and over again and rodimus's gasping moans.

she slides in in one smooth, controlled thrust, and he loses control and arches into it, so she grabs his hips and forces him back down onto the berth before starting up a punishing pace. rodimus grinds against him again, and clash redoubles his efforts as an apology for his brief lapse.

nautica's servo withdraws and thunderclash only has a moment to be disappointed before he feels the head of her spike press up against his entrance. he ex-vents desperately and manages to vocalize a "please" against rodimus's valve before rodimus bears down on him, silencing him.

she quickly moves onto three digits, then four, because the size difference between them and the lubrication from his arousal mean it's quick work to open him up. thunderclash's glossa laps over rodimus's valve and traces circles around his anterior node, making him gasp and shudder above.

thunderclash sets himself to the task of eating out rodimus diligently, only jarring in his movements for a moment when nautica's servos slide over the soft protoform of his valve, gathering lubricant before she sinks two digits in. he barely keeps himself from bucking into the touch.

rodimus's knees plant themselves on either side of thunderclash's helm, and clash looks up to see the gleam of lubricant coming from rodimus's valve. a single drop coalesces and splashes on his cheek, and he lets out another keening whine. rodimus laughs as he lowers himself onto clash's face.

nautica, meanwhile, has moved down the berth and gently pulled his legs apart. she settles between them and gives his panel a stroke. it slides open without him even giving the command. she laughs quietly.
"eager, 'clash?" she says. her servos trace lines up his thighs, and he shakes.

the servos go away, and for a moment, he is stricken by their absence, a low keening sound coming from his vocalizer, but he remains in place. finally, finally, rodimus moves to the top of the berth, and thunderclash hears rather than sees his conjunx's panels slide open with a soft noise.

he's being good. if he's good, he gets a reward, and any reward rodimus and nautica give him is well worth it. he itches to reach for them and ease their charge. he doesn't, and the two of them whisper soft praise and words of encouragement the longer he keeps himself together.