Warframe [Sihroa Rok] - Over;Under [Part 1]
Months apart; only a week together. They make the best of their time they got, indulging in each other's company. (Adult Tenno)
Characters | Operative Diviyoni-Jacob Warren and Malaphin the chimeric warframe
Contents | Long-term relationship, fluff, domestic, foreplay, body worship, teasing, playful banter, oral
Length | 6,887w
There’s an exhale as Warren shrugs off his blood splattered jacket, it shuffles off his shoulders before being thrown off to the side, his claws clicking in the tempo of his pace. Stepping back, slacking the straps that keep his field equipment in place, the engine’s idle hum strums against his spine as he leans against the bulkhead – head lied back as somatic and void sight drift closed. Muscles and joints aching, the merely minor injuries already healing across his body, he relaxes as the ship eases through space self-directed.
Sweat laden hair sticks against his furrowed brow, a simmer of a grunt aching through his chest as he massages his temple. “Mal,” he calls over towards the back half of the small vessel, a craft suited just for paired recon. “How ya doing back there, buddy?”
Warren barely hears the grumble in the rear of the ship, a click of metal on metal as the warframe peels himself from the bench to adjust. Blood sticks to what garments he still wears; his chestplate already cast off, his veil still laid over his face as he sits with his hands dangling between his knees. “Little worse for wear,” the prime grumbles, taking a moment before fully yanking the veil from his face. “What’s the take?”
With his shoulders pivoted against the bulkhead, Warren rights himself even as his head still spins – void energy currently spent on healing his bruised lungs and the angry gashes across his gut. “25 k or so,” he sighs, planting himself at the warframe’s side. “Hundred sixty or so made this run, not all too bad,” the tenno reclines with a smile, eyes falling close as he nestles himself at the warframe’s side. Sharing in the moment of silence as the warframe rests back against the wall behind them – letting his arm drift to their palms resting back to back. A moment where the engine rumbles at their backs, the temptation of sleep aching beneath the tenno’s sight.
Their hands clasp; claws brought up to a half kiss. “I’ll be asleep in the pilot seat, wake me we’re there, alright?”
Malaphin pulls their hands back, leaning against the tenno with the faint echo of a smile through their somatic link. “Certainly,” he presses a kiss against the sweaty hair covering Warren’s left temple. A rumbling purr releasing in his chest as the tenno chuckles.
Propping himself up to stand, releasing the dark claws, Warren holds the warframe’s face to deliver a proper kiss. Their exposed teeth pressing as his right side grins. “After we get back, I take a shower; how ‘bout we go at it again?” He lingers as they pull away, his eyes bright.
“With you under me?” the prime purrs, a tendril tongue tracing over an index finger.
Warren snorts, smile intact, “for sure this time.”
With the flick of his wrist, the lock clicks behind them.
Catching sight of Malaphin stripping himself of his tunic in his kitchen, Warren crosses his condo’s living space over to the short hallway that connects the bathroom and bedroom. Fingers pry between his shirt and pants as he shoulders the door to open, tossing his shirt and into the hamper to tend to later. Having already deposited his field equipment off at the armory, it’s only his pants and compression stockings that remain above his light under garments; the first he easily yanks down, freeing himself of the stained material before tossing it into the sink for later invasive cleaning.
Leaning against the countertop, Warren hikes up one leg upon his other thigh.
With it perched, he easily unclips the set of garter clips that keep the stocking snug around his leg. Stripping it down to hang around his ankle, above the inner dewclaw that secures it around his feet, Warren switches to his other leg, repeating it all the same until all they cover is the area between his hocks and the garter that hangs around his waist – undoing the double clip with a relieved sigh and deposits it off to his side before he picks the singular stockings from his clawed feet to pair them with the garter.
It leaves him only with his under garments – pants he easily disposes of alongside the garters.
He pushes the bathroom door fully closed as he walks into the enclosed shower space, boneclaw fingers tapping over the holograph to set the temperature and duration to his liking – and the opaque glass pane closes behind him as his claws click against the tile.
Back in the main region of the condo, the warframe collapses back onto the soft wine tone sofa. Whatever bloody remnants that once clung to him before had already been reconstituted into his skin, absorbed between mission completion and now as he stretches out. Paws splay out against the floor as he reclines, sinking into the faint echoes of water over his skin as he rests. A result of the mutual sensory mesh, the somatic link they share as he tunes himself to the rumbling pipes beneath him and the ebb of the vessel’s arboriform nerves.
In-tuned with Warren, in-tuned with the ship. His claws grip against his arms.
Glancing back to the den behind him, Malaphin lets himself slip an exhale. Where he held Warren against him, where his commander groaned his name as they reveled in each other’s presence; the whimpers still play in the back of his thoughts, months old sensations that placated his thoughts while Warren was off tending to the head clan deep within the origin system. Rolling his shoulders, letting an exhale sigh, he looks over to the hallway, waiting out the time as his thoughts play through scenarios.
It’s been so long; swallowing down the swell in his chest.
Again holding Warren against him plays in his thoughts as water scrubs in the transference senses – a connection at ease as his optical sensors drift close. His claws snaring around the white-striped thighs, holding them against his own as hands pry around his enthralled displaying winglets. Fingers prying at the back of his shoulders, against his back as breaths are robbed from his commander beneath him; a fantasy that’s clung to him since their last encounter, and the closest he gotten by pinning the tenno against the cushioned landing divider.
A small electrical jolt speckles the base of his neck, distracting him.
Warren chuckles on the other end of the connection, ‘I’ll be out in a minute, bud.’
“Alright,” the warframe smiles through the somatic link – the only region he’s able to commune his facial expressions; as bare muscles and teeth present his only features.
Within the shower, Warren combs through his damp hair to fish out the final suds as he finishes cleaning off the blood, sweat, and grime. Water drips over him as he leans against one wall, letting the fluid roll over his hair, down his spine, to flicker off his fiberous tail and drip down his thighs. A space of silence where he doesn’t think, only breathe in slow as his palms splay against the wall.
Connecting with the ship at large.
It only takes him a few seconds to quest through the arboriform network that rest within the vessel’s walls, his logic tempering against previous noted faults to see if they are resolved or not. To peer through the nervous regions above and below for where the priorities lie within the self-directed system, where it reads the atmospheric tension, where it makes notations of the changes in temperature, humidity, the range of the decibels throughout the range. Where frames and comrades are collecting among the canteens, how the ebb and flow of void-energy mechanisms pulsate through his thoughts.
Warren draws back into himself, breathing in sharp beneath the drizzling slow flow of the shower head.
Taking a moment, he lets the water drip in the silence as he remains leaning against the wall.
Water dripping from his hair as he finally begins to right himself.
Standing back to his full two-so meters, he disengages the lock on the opaque glass. Watching it shuffle back against its companion as his claws click upon tile and lamination before becoming hushed by a rug sat in front of the wide-span mirror. Pulling a towel from the rungs above, he wipes off what remains on his skin, careful over the rifts that drift along his outer thighs and vicious as he runs it through his hair. Stood bare, he leans against the sink counter, fingers combing his hair back into placement over his voided left eye.
Not like it’ll matter much, he snorts. Smiling into his reflection.
Throwing it back overhead, Warren steps back to check himself one final time.
Water still clings around the creases between his skin; especially around his crotch and inner thighs, drips tracing down from each exhale from throat and chest vents. He merely brushes away the liquid traces, sucking in his gut as he looks down over himself as his sight flickers to the mirror to view himself in nude glory. As he wipes liquid out from between his thighs, he can see the slightest peak of white that presents itself in the middle of his Y-split mound; and snorts, letting his right hand explore back up and let fingers spread his sexual seam – where his sensitive white hides itself. Tracing the white with an index finger.
He sends a ping out to the prime as he releases himself, smiling up into his reflection.
Dismissing himself from indulging in his own reflection, Warren’s claw clicks carry from the bathroom lamination and out to the wood panels that trail back into the center of the condo. Where he sees Malaphin is still stretched out – hands held behind his head as the amber points keep focus on the tenno who crosses into the bedroom for a moment; to pull on a tank top and shorts. Something to buffer the warframe’s adamant lust, which makes the tenno grin, his claws moving back to the wood panel floor.
“So,” the warframe breathes as he watches Warren circle around the bench that rests at the border of the wood panel floor and the carpet squares. “How’ve things been going at the clan?” his head tilts, rolling from one side to the other as he looks up to where Warren stops just out of his reach. Temptation carries through their enclosed link; Warren’s arms crossing over his chest as he looks down with half-lid eyes.
“Things have finally settled down,” Warren sigh, watching as Malaphin peels himself from the sofa’s cushions, leaning upon his knees with head craned up to meet his sight. “The others have started getting comfortable, and we’ll probably not get more recruits for a while.” He slightly drifts his way into range of the prime’s claws, stepping over resting legs.
“Does that mean you’ll be around more often…?” Malaphin’s head tilts, reaching out with one hand to take a boneclaw wrist. Their hold hangs in the air as the white claws grip back.
“Afraid not,” Warren sighs, “they still need me. Here and there, you know that sweet.” He drifts further into Malaphin’s range, where dark claws cup against his waist, where their legs shuffle so that way commander claws stands between subordinate paws. His hands hold over the claws splaying over the band in his pants, following their motions as he’s so every so gently nudged closer. Claws pry against the shorts that sits as a buffer between them, merely holding and kneading as Warren sways within their grip.
“I know,” Malaphin rumbles, sitting himself in-line with the tenno’s gut. “I’m glad for that. I just…” his words drift as he leans forth, teeth kissing against the range between gut and hip, “missed you, Divi.” He exhales, letting his tendril tongues peak out and taste as hands lie over his bare muscle scalp.
Warren smiles as he watches the warframe press his face against his hip, fingers stroking over the prime’s head and back to the amber metallics that line his rear crest. “I’ve missed you too, bud,” Warren whispers, following the prime’s suggestive taunts against the band of his pants, as teeth graze beneath his stomach where the slime of tendril tongues quest below his stomach and trace over the plane of his groin. As he basks in the attention, Warren’s eyes fall closed, feeling as claws quest and press over his unairu bolstered skin – back to front, around the bend where his rift white corruption begins and over the valley beneath his flickering short tail. His head falling back, holding Malaphin beneath a gentle touch.
Their communes revert from verbal to an interlay of thoughts, where a rumbling purr from the prime’s mouth pressing against an edge of the splitting genital seam draws a hum to escape Warren’s partial lips. An indulgence of intertwining thoughts as claws cup the tenno’s thighs while Warren emits a transmission of senses; where each motion against his groin is made one-to-one in the prime’s senses. Each lap of an oxidizing tendril tongue mirrors beneath the warframe’s own restrictive pants, where he breaths down in the gap between fabric and body with a purr.
“Malaphin,” Warren whispers as he presses his body against the adoring maw, “tell me, what you love.” Words they’ve decided upon in the somatic link, as his hands hold lightly over the assertive claws that begin to free his ass and follow down over the rifts of white that lines his outer thighs. Wiggling as teeth bite his pants down to free a portion of his groinal seam.
Lubricated kisses press from hip to swaying hip, a trail made as the warframe coos and withdraws his tendril tongues with a transferred smile. “I love your fade and tones, like oiled sands on a sunkissed beach,” he begins, in physical and in the bridge of their somatic link. “I love the way you move on the field, and within the den,” the warframe chuckles, letting his tender golden touches drift down to where white flesh begins to split – yet still restrained by Warren’s pants. “I love your confident stride even when you’re nervous; and being between your thighs,” he purrs, a rumbling that carries through as he kisses beneath Warren’s naval. “And I adore your soft stomach,” which Warren sucks in with a grin, “that belies your strength, emotional and void.” Claws ease Warren’s pelvis closer, where they spread down between pants and ass.
The warm maw that pays preoccupation with Warren’s groin continues its quest as the shorts are pressed further down, to uncover the top portion of the Y-shaped white seam that protects the internal genitalia. It’s where golden traces ease against the splitting white that emerges between the darken skin, where an exhale breathes. “I love the way you move for me, Divi,” he transmits a smile over their connection, “and the way you want me. To kiss and explore,” he emphasizes by kissing the expressive white that makes the tenno shuffle, watching with a half-lid smile.
Crooking a thumb beneath the adamant jaw, Warren angles Malaphin to look up.
He crawls upward, claws ensnaring within the tank top and holding them to press around his stomach and chest as they meet between the furnishings. Taking a moment as they share a wanton kiss, they curl and guide up beneath his shirt, splaying and kneading as they follow along the firm muscles beneath Warren’s stocky form. Although he stands slightly taller than his commander at full height, Malaphin pushes himself back down as he continues to give Warren’s center attention. “I adore your petrichor, and smoky scent,” he breathes, a hand spreading the white flesh of Warren’s chest vent beneath his shirt.
“What else do you love, my sweet,” Warren directs himself ever so carefully backwards, his hands easing to hold against the expressive winglets fused to the excalibur’s shoulders. His hastily pulled pants drag against the bench as he sits back, granting himself to the prime.
“The way you roll your shoulders before a tense fight, to shrug off hesitation,” the warframe drawls, moving up to lean against him. “How, you, well,” he goes quiet, his teeth coming to rest against the tenno’s throat so inadvertently exposed to him. Where tendril tongues curl against each breath that sighs through throat vents, ‘give me your throat when you want to be dominated,’ he whispers through the somatic link. Warren smirks, pulling back having been caught. Malaphin’s claws hold Warren steady as the tenno leans back, one hand pulling the hemline of his shirt to be held between his teeth through an easing breath, holding himself bared to the warm kisses that move over his clavicle, “how you say my name; on the field and when you groan and sigh.” The curling wet licks trail down over his glowing, breathing sensitive chest vents, “oh, Divi.” His claws yearn to free Warren of his pants.
Warren cocks his head with his shirt still well within his teeth, watching as Malaphin pulls himself back and heaves one leg over himself so that two set on one side. Golden tendrils kiss against Warren’s bare thighs as they finally become free, pants forced down until they dangle from an ankle that rests once more outside the warframe, crooked up into an arm that holds at the knee. Chewing at the hem of his shirt, Warren watches as Malaphin licks over his torso and stomach once more, not yet returning to the baring white that presses itself out of his seam, where they linger just below the prime’s jaw that traces back and forth with a rumbling purr.
“You taste so wonderful, Divi,” he sighs into a kiss, hoisting the captive thigh upwards, kissing the inner light tones with a somatic smile as his teeth sit bare. “Earthy, and sweet; a warm campfire after torrential rains,” his golden tendrils stroke as he stares up at the tenno’s flushed features. The snarl of his left side is negated by the tinge of arousal that eases Warren’s good eye half-lid, where his only restraint is the fabric he chews between his teeth.
Holding one leg against him, hoisted up onto his shoulder with a grunt, Malaphin continues on request through the transference link. Where the transmission of senses still holds true and makes the warframe shuffle – his erection pressing against his thigh within his pants. A hand holding over his head as he continues to indulge in Warren’s skin, against his inner thighs and tease around the growing arousal core. Licking from one thigh to another, he chuckles as the tenno huffs through his vents, as fingers curl against his crest each time he makes a motion to meet the arousal as it draws near.
And pulls away.
Around it. Beside it. The glowing girth rests against Malaphin’s teeth as he breathes around it, looking up to the tenno’s gaze with a bridged somatic kiss. It pats against his facial muscles each time he moves around Warren’s groin, teasing and taunting as he kneads on outer thighs, kissing and breathing against inner in the same careful motion. “Oh, Mal,” Warren breathes into the fabric and between his teeth, “kiss me, sweet. With those golden tendrils,” he huffs, held open and yearning as the lubricated tendrils move everywhere than where his white coil want. Letting himself be manipulated and postured as he leans back on his arms, watching the warframe work him over with a half-cocked smile.
When the golden does finally meet him, wrapping and indulging, Warren drops his shirt with a huff, releasing a sighing whine.
They cradle beneath his length as the warframe purrs, a rumble that carries as he holds the erection against his mouth and draws the intertwined coils to twitch in a muscular clench. “Mmm, Malaphin,” Warren shudders, a hand pulling his shirt away from the collection of white and gold, watching as the tongues wrap around his erection and guide it from one side to the other, a motion made with a kiss of teeth. “More,” the tenno sighs, a taunting that crawls through the somatic link as the white coils rest between Malaphin’s amber points, maw cradling down against the white sack and caressing another breath from the tenno’s jaws, massaging and attentive.
One leg curls upon Malaphin’s shoulder as the tenno leans to one side with an arm held against the warframe’s crest, fingers splayed as Warren can do nothing more but indulge himself with the sight between his thighs, where the warframe takes him into his mouth. Golden coils wind and lap around the glowing erection, a pressure coaxing maw that moves against seam and balls with only a slight huff and growl needed to draw Warren to groan. They pull around him, direct his erection, guide towards the pleasant presses and the golden flesh that engulf around his sensitive white. Back and forth, as the tenno wiggles and trembles, the warframe coos as he draws around Warren’s erection, saturating it with his saliva before its pressed out with a satisfactory pop. Golden tendrils wrap around the twitches of white, holding it against the warframe’s jaw as he stares up to the huffed expression.
And eases the erection back between his exposed teeth.
Through the link he hustles Warren’s nerves; delivering memorial sensations in echo pulsations, letting them bloom around where he continues to blow his commander in full. Each gasp, each sigh, each satisfied purr he relays through his senses to replay within Warren’s head; a melody that sings over the sounds of the tendrils enamoring themselves with Warren’s groin, to give the briefest of reprieve to lap and kiss beneath the dripping erection.
Malaphin’s own still remains restrained against his thigh, unattended to.
Claws catch around Warren’s thighs, around his hips as his erection lies against the breath of golden throat vents.
As Malaphin moves and pulls Warren’s body to lie before him, hands catch around the edge of the bench and between their bodies, pulled so his rear is occasionally suspended when not pressed against the excalibur’s chest, his legs caught in the warframe’s grip. Claws pressing the edges of his seam to tighten and tease.
Warren arches into the mouth that dives around his erection, staring down over his body and beyond to where his knees hang over the prime’s shoulders. Expressive words and sighs drip from him as the white coils are pleased over and over, his erection given well within the rumbling maw. Where each wrapping of the golden tentacle tongues draws around him, squeeze him, jerk him to coax him to whine and groan, head falling back, body trembling as his thighs begin to press. “Malaphin,” Warren whispers, “oh fuck, Mal, mhmn, your mouth.” His fingers strain to hold on, listening and feeling the mouth around his sensitive white, pulling a hand up through his hair.
“Divi,” the warframe rumbles, his breath wet and warm around Warren’s erection, “you drive me mad with passion.” He takes him back into his mouth, bobbing around as he forces the thighs to remain spread, claws splaying over the trembling of inner thighs. Keeping him pent up; skin taut.
Gasping. Breathing. Whimpering. Warren offers himself down to the warframe as he releases the edge of the bench as his hips sway and rock, needing and eager to finish inside the warmth of the dripping tentacle maw. An arm crooks over his forehead and combs back through his tussled hair, an eye squeezing shut as he shudders and aches. “Ah, Mapri, your mouth,” whimpers between his trembling lips, legs wavering as he strains to buck, “ah, fuck!” His clawed feet curl behind the prime’s back, squeezing, ankles locking, “ooh-hnng,” his head falls back, hammering their somatic link to bolster between them.
The intertwine makes Malaphin shuffle as the tenno’s loins ache, an echo of build up that sits within his sack as the warframe prevents him from bucking, holding his thighs still as he sucks and licks. Through it, where there lies echoes of groans and whimpers, a commotion of every motion delivered up as Malaphin can anticipate his commander’s orgasm grow, where each saturating lick around white draws Warren to mumble and groan, gritting his teeth as he begs for release; a choir of pleads.
He yanks Warren against his mouth, pressing his mouth in full around the tightened and needing groin.
Pulling back to exhale, to ease a strum of denial.
“Ahnn, Mal! Please; more!” Warren whimpers as he bites his lip in trembling need, throwing himself back forward as the gold wraps around him, to look over as his muscles clench and buck, gut stinging tight. “Mapri-nh, Mal!” His hips quake, quivering and helpless within the warframe’s grip as he begins to tumble against his peak, balls tight. Forcing his hands behind him, moving into a partial sit so his abdomen can freely crunch, he looks down over the head between his thighs, where amber points stare back and send a somatic kiss. Warren reaches back through the transference as a sensory hand grips Malaphin’s head as his own curl into his hair and holds him steady; mouth hung agape for a moment; utterly flushed with eyes sitting half-lid. “Mnh!”
And they clench as his hand tears away from his hair, steaming moans as boneclaws grip Malaphin’s head.
Pushing him down between his thighs.
Malaphin purrs around the twitching organ, rumbling as his collective tendrils press the white coils against the roof of his mouth. “Oh, Divi,” he sighs through the connection, putting pressure as gold coils.
Warren bites his lips; features taut and trembling as his legs squeeze.
Swallowing gasps.
Filling Malaphin’s mouth with each energetic spurt, where golden pleads and dances around the white firm and liquid as drips of the overflowing orgasm trace down.
Panting, resting down against his side.
Dark claws are gentle as Warren forces himself to set up, still sensitive as the golden tendrils release his spent arousal. His hands dancing over the exposed muscle crest as he strains through his breathing – his vents expressively wide as steam traces from each shuddering exhale.
Licking himself clean, Malaphin perks up and follows the hands that move from his head to shoulders. Sharing a kiss of teeth against half-lips, the tenno pressing into it with a drained smile. He can feel Malaphin’s erection against his thigh. “I’ve forgotten how lovely you taste, Divi,” the excalibur purrs as they press another adoring kiss, claws plying through the tenno’s tussled hair.
Warren snorts, fingers playing with the excalibur’s winglets as he kisses the amber points. “Describe it,” he jokes, adjusting himself as the warframe leans against him. Still easing himself calm as his member droops in exhaustion, on the edge of retreating back within the safety of his body. “Got yourself all right riled up, haven’t you?” Warren grins, rummaging his leg against the covered arousal in the warframe’s pants.
“Of course,” Malaphin purrs, pressing back. Half-knelt and supporting himself against the bench.
A small cuts across the tenno’s face, his brilliant blue eye glinting coy. “Well then, I should take care of then, hm?”
“Yeah,” Malaphin growls, hand coiling against Warren’s thigh.
Taking the arm in one hand, Warren moves to stand. Guiding the warframe to take his place on the bench much to the former’s surprise; but without a fuss as he gives in under the directing, a hand pulling through the hair lying over the tenno’s face as his legs relax, looking down and propping himself against his gloved palm.
With Warren between his legs.
The excalibur’s stammer to find his words is silenced as the tenno kisses his teeth, leaning against him as Malaphin’s claws wrap around him and dance over the rifted spine, a fist balling the shirt to pin them together. A space of silence persists as Warren fumbles with the wrap tie of Malaphin’s pants, jaw swarmed with the lacing tendrils that coax a trembling sigh.
“That’s what it tastes like?” Warren chuckles, undoing the excalibur’s pants.
“Yep,” Malaphin sneers through the transference link, pulling them together before his claws reach around to the tenno’s rear. Gripping. “Can’t wait for more of it,” a tendril collective peaks out, which rightfully grants him a firm stare from Warren. His brows furled for a moment; and then a partial, smiling, eye roll.
“Maybe after we snuggle for a bit,” he laughs as a palm searches within the warframe’s pants, easily finding the knotted member as his fingers dance along its shaft before guiding it free; it pokes out from between the fabric and stark against the navy stomach, perked as the pants are eased loose.
“Fine, fine,” the warframe chuckles, watching as Warren moves to kneel.
Looking over the arousal sat before him, positioning himself comfortable between his partner’s legs, his fingers gently hold beneath the daunting knot as it remains perked and ready. A glinty golden tone elegant and smooth, tapered and curved full. It twitches as Warren breathes just out of range; Warren swallows, ebbing with nervousness as it sits in front of him. Taking a moment to test the muscles of his left corrupted side where fangs sit bared to the condo; brows furl with a slight pout. Self-conscious; uncertain.
Shuffling once again, curling his boneclaw hand around the prime’s thigh, he kisses the tip.
Unaided by a tendril tongue swarm, half of his face lax from the corruption; Warren tries his best as he lets his lips drag over the smooth head that had already drawn him to tremble. The member he passionately rode and fondly remembers curling his hands into Malaphin’s chest as it eases against the edge of his mouth. What he doesn’t have in utility, he can still make up with style as he looks back up to the excalibur – the golden erection between his mouth and his hand. Almost worshipping it as he sighs.
He can feel the excalibur squirm as he eases his tongue down the underside of his shaft, holding it for a moment to keep it steady before he moves down against the junction of knot and testes. A hand cupping up against the prime’s stomach, his mouth trailing down against the fold of golden skin that precedes the warframe’s innards, Warren smiles as clawed fingers drag through his hair. Looking up with a cocky smile. “Do you like it, Mapri?” He coos as his hand returns to the erection, easing it back down to lie against his lip.
“Oh yes, I do Commander,” the warframe purrs, stationing his legs open as the tenno’s mouth moves back to cup against his underside, letting it roll across his face. “I’ve really, been waiting for a view like this honestly,” he halves a laugh, combing his claws again through Warren’s hair, exposing the lulling sight of his voided eye. A white pupil amongst black that glances back.
“What, me between your thighs?” Warren grins, exhaling temperate air against the shaft; making it twitch. “I’m all for it,” he teases, “you taste great, by the way,” his mouth lulls as it drifts back up to kiss the knot, transmitting out a sensory call that makes Malaphin grin; directions.
“You on my dick,” Malaphin purrs, cupping his claws against the tenno’s face, dividing against the forward arching antenna that peek through the tussled auburn hair and down over the bonespur ear. Warren follows it, arching into it as his hand takes over the process of tending to the golden arousal with bobbing curls, saliva taking place of his mouth in slow, deliberate jerks. A thumb presses against the corrupted side of his jaw, moving over to his barely parting lips before they begin to press. Forcing Warren’s mouth open. “Ooh,” the prime purrs as he looks over the half-lid grin, “fuck, you look delicious like that.”
It’s with ease that Warren moves the thumb within his mouth, enough that it rests against his tongue, head guided back and throat exposed. His sight seeking back to the amber points that marks Malaphin’s face, letting himself be manipulated as the claws move back into his hair, holding his head craned back as his wrist rolls around the gold. “How’s this look?” the golden erection twitches in his hand, holding it towards his throat.
Malaphin rumbles, “submissive is a good look for you, sir,” his grip wavers, allowing the tenno’s mouth to return against his twitching erection. To lick, to graze over with his lips and fingertips that stroke against the folds of flesh beneath the swollen knot, cradling his two-tone balls. His claws remain on Warren’s head, cupped behind the auburn as he’s tended to with mouth and hand as he breathes the occasional groan and simmering exhales; half breaths that are brought by being cupped against the temptation of sharp teeth – nervous before it rolls back to the soft parting of lips.
Warren chuckles, “you know how I used to joke about how you taste like mapricos?”
A transmission sneer bleeds back over, the prime’s hips easing against the pleasing mouth. “Yeah,” sighs, “does it taste like one, but without the iron?” A collective of coils lick over his bare-muscle features.
“Well, sorta,” Warren kisses the tip, wrist rolling as his mouth moves back down against the tight knot – the claws in his hair pressing him closer against the member. “You taste much, much sweeter than a maprico,” his lips curl into a smile, cupping beneath the sloped head. Half turned as he looks up to Malaphin.
“Hmn,” the warframe shuffles, sighing a groan as Warren sucks the underside of his tense girth, pressing his chin against his chest as breaths shudder through his lungs; watching as the tenno works around him, against the golden erection and cradling two-tone balls as they begin to tense. Groaning as it’s partly taken into the half-corrupted mouth, where Warren chuffs and releases with a slight gag. Malaphin laughs.
Warren pressing his open mouth and tongue against his underside with a sigh.
Oh, how Malaphin wishes he could just fuck his mouth.
Dripping pre is easily licked away by the tending mouth; eyes left closed as the claws press him against the erection, yet tender enough to give him space to move around as it rests against his jaw, supporting it at the base of the divides of golden flesh. Kissing against the firm knot. “Oh, Divi,” Malaphin groans, shuffling, “you’re so close,” rumbles.
“I can tell,” Warren laughs, moving back up along the firmed member, spreading his trail of saliva and the oozing self-lubrication that sticks against his mouth. A near intoxicating arousal he whispers to himself, dragging his lips back around the tip, letting it press up against his teeth as he sighs. Letting it slip back into his mouth once more – as far as he can fit as he tries to breath through the vents on one side of his throat. It isn’t easy; a trail of the viscous merge of saliva and lubricate tracing between his jaw and the twitching erection. “Guess it’s not gonna fit,” he laughs, wrist rolling it off to the side as it continues to pump.
Malaphin grunts, claws pleading down beneath the tenno’s head. A communication through their link.
Stand.
Why?
Want to at least hump your thighs – the warframe communes the imagery of the motions; Warren straddling him one leg over the other, their bodies rutting as they’re pressed in a kiss.
Warren grins against the erection, unlooping his arm from around Malaphin’s thigh.
His hand remains on the aching erection as he moves into a crouch, easing the warframe to sit more off to the side as he straddles one of his thighs – leaning onto the bench beside him with one leg, the other extended between the white paws that dig against the floor. Their bodies press the golden erection between them as claws grip at his ass, pulling them close as their teeth press and kiss.
As Warren holds Malaphin’s head against his own, while they divulge into a wanton kiss, his other hand cradles the spreading winglet flickers as the prime’s hips roll beneath him; smiling as his white coils hold around the firmed member and ensnare the aching knot pressed between their thighs. It holds the excalibur’s erection firmly beneath him, encasing into a mimicry of a cavern as his arousal remains in refractory mode.
“Oh, Divi,” Malaphin whispers, pulling the tenno closer, claws dancing over the rifted spine. “That’s – by the void, so much better than what I had in mind.”
Warren grins as their heads press, their bodies rocking and thrusting the golden erection tight. “Of course it is,” he smirks, “you just forget what I’m capable of sometimes,” he whispers, kissing the pant gaped teeth.
“Right,” Malaphin purrs, claws fierce as he grips the unairu bolstered skin. “Oh, Divi,” he sighs, buckling into the enrapture of the white coils, pressing his mouth and tendril tongues against Warren’s uncorrupted throat, pleading them as he carefully bounces the tenno on his thigh. “Warren,” he groans, gripping.
His motions are taut, barely restrained.
Shuddering against Warren as his gasps press against skin, his arms hold the tenno tight as the restraint begins to buckle under the ache of release. Smooth white coax his sensitive muscles, almost overwhelming as his teeth press hard against Warren’s skin, jaw trembling to bite down as he grunts and groans. And is pulled back by Warren into another kiss – where he allows the warframe to swarm his mouth with the golden intoxicating tendrils. Making Warren gasp between them, groaning as claws press against the soft void armoring at his back and ass.
Just enough to finally pry him over the edge, rolling and giving in to desire as he thrusts and fucks the crafted cavity of white. Hoisting Warren over to the side – legs hanging up over his own as palms turn to fists, pressing against Warren’s spine as the tenno supports himself on the bench.
The wet-smacking of their bodies is tempered by the warframe’s growls and grunts, mouth held agape against Warren’s throat as the tendrils flicker against the sensitive white vent; pressing their bodies together, swelling and groaning as his orgasm cascades through his nerves in full body shudders, from his cortex to loins his muscles snap and twitch, where their somatic current holds as tightly as they do in the moment.
Intertwined as they breath, as hands travel and grip over one another’s back in the glow.
Malaphin’s volume is easily tended to as the warframe jerks into the enraptured white, trembling against Warren as he finally finds himself finished, exhausted, twitching as he rubs his bare-muscle temple against the tenno’s shoulder, claws bundling into the back of his shirt. Spent.
Excitably exhausted.
Fingers guide him up to another kiss as Warren tends to the mess between them, one that would’ve surely stained the bench beneath them.
Malaphin indulges himself against his commander’s throat, breathing in the sweat laced scent as his limp erection is guided to rest on Warren’s groin, where the white-Y is all that presents itself. “Guess that shower was for naught, huh?” he teases, hands palming over the tenno’s thighs lying over his legs.
“Nah,” Warren smirks, “if it does, I’ll have you clean me first.” A mild joke, tempting the idea of showering together as he’s well aware of their exhaustion through the somatic link, a warm blanket that coaxes they linger and indulge in touches and forehead presses. It only ends through a departing kiss against the tenno’s jaw, claws releasing Warren to let him stand and pull on his pants as their anatomy returns to their internal presentation. “Come on,” he offers a hand, welcoming the prime to stand alongside him on the side of the bench – before the hallway; Malaphin doesn’t bother to reconfigure his slacked pants. “Let’s get some rest before we start rough housing,” Warren smiles, pulling the warframe into an embrace.
Malaphin kisses back, running his claws through the tenno’s hair – settling it back into place over his voided eye and snarling teeth. “Of course, my dear Divi,” he purrs, nuzzling into the throat vents with a sigh.
Finally stripping themselves fully free of their clothing, they both retreat back into Warren’s bedroom. Their hands continue to roam and wander in pushes and pulls, indulging in each other’s warm comfort before a message beeps from the side console. As Warren reaches over across the transponder – a message from the clan he finds as he props himself up on one elbow, claws wrap around his hips, Malaphin’s arms dangling before pulling his thighs back and away from his Warlord duties.
“I’m still on break,” Warren combs through his hair, “I’ll be a week till I can take a look at it,” he barely stifles a chuckle as a conglomerate of tongues licks over his rifted hip – tickling. “Alright, take care then, I’ll call in the next 48 for an update.”
And he’s pulled back against the sheets as the transponder clicks – message ended.
Malaphin tends to him with recreational worship as they lie side to side, kissing over shoulder and chest as an arm loops behind his head. Shuffling close as he holds around the tenno’s hips, head coming to rest above the slow breathing against his muscle crest.
