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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 14:20:51 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded a bit at the question, then looked over at Barricade. When he expressed interest in trying with him, he smiled softly and stood, offering his hand to the younger mech. ~"Let's go someplace more, secure."~ he offered, not wanting to soil such a delicate act by doing it in such a filthy place. ~"We can go ta my quarters n get the dirt n slag offa us first, then go from there. If ya feel wrong about it, is alright ta tell me, okay?"~ he said as he helped Barricade up. ~"Sides, ain't like we'd really be doin' anything improper anyway. Technically yer bout as close ta bein' an instructor as ya get, though I still out rank ya. N anyway, we're friends first, n that's where it really counts, right?"~ he added with a smile, trying to help them both relax and not feel so nervous and guilty about such desires they had towards each other, the want to be close, to share something quiet, gentle, even intimate with someone they trusted, even cared for.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 14:29:19 GMT -5
Barricade nodded, taking the offered hand as he stood up. ~Alright, and your quarters sound fine. Prolly more private than mine, in any case."~ He replied, getting a little excited. It was something new, and Ironhide was willing to help him with it. ~"And so long as it's nothing that'll get you in trouble."~ He didn't want that to happen to his friend and mentor. Not at all.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 14:49:09 GMT -5
Ironhide smirked and waved the concern off. ~"Nah, it's alright."~ he replied and led Barricade out of the training ground and down to the instructors' private quarters, heading into his own room as the lights flickered on dimly and the walls shifted automatically to reveal the wash area where they could easily clean themselves, the door closing and latching once they both were inside. Ironhide detached his heavy cannons and set them aside for now, then stepped into the shower area as the cleaning fluids began to rain down over his heavy frame. He looked at Barricade then, extending a hand to the smaller mech in silent invitation, a gentle smile on his face.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 14:56:37 GMT -5
Barricade looked around in curiosity. Ironhide's room was very different from the one he stayed in. For one, Barricade didn't have his own wash area. He shared with several other bots. Looking back at Ironhide, he stepped into the wash area, taking a hold of Ironhide's hand, his engine purring softly in contentment at the feel of the cleaning fluids raining down on his frame. ~"Makes me feel like a new bot every time I'm done..."~ He commented, closing his optics to enjoy the feeling. Clean was slowly moving from its status of being a foreign concept to him. When he'd first arrived, he'd wanted nothing to do with the strange rooms that rained cleaning fluid, and would often have to be dragged in. Now, he welcomed it at the end of a long day.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 15:14:49 GMT -5
Ironhide's chassis rumbled softly in response and he eased his arms around Barricade, lightly running his hands over his back and shoulders to help wash away the grit and grime of the training fields. ~"Feels so good too."~ he murmured softly in response as he let his hands roam over the smaller mech's frame, helping to carefully clean him off and make him shine like new again. Watching the foaming cleaning fluid slither over Barricade's tri-colored frame was almost intoxicating, the curves and angles of his armor coupled with the patterns of color accenting the shape of his underlying structural frame. He was such a beautiful young mech, and Ironhide couldn't help but admire his sleek frame, so perfectly suited for speed and agility.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 15:21:14 GMT -5
The purr of Barricade's engine increased in volume, and a similar sound began to emit from his vocalizer as he leaned back into Ironhide's hands, his own moving up to help work the dirt and grime out of his armor in the front. His optics opened back up so he could see what he was doing, but they were not open fully. His claws were able to reach a bit deeper under the armor, but he had to be careful that he didn't catch a wire or line on the edge of one. As his hands worked down, one of them brushed against his abdominal plating, and he shuddered. ~"That was odd..."~ He murmured.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 15:35:26 GMT -5
Ironhide smiled at the shudder, bringing a hand up to lightly touch Barricade's cheek plating soothingly. ~"It's sensitive, n what's under it even more sensitive. Dun think about it, just let yerself explore it, see what happens."~ he offered. He knew for certain then that Barricade was truly full grown, the sensual sensitivity of a mech's frame not coming on line until a given mech was completely grown and matured as an adult. He had certainly suspected, knowing how old Barricade was, but that shudder confirmed it. He had been so young when he first brought Barricade to Iacon, merely an adolescent mech fighting for his life on the streets. Now he had gone through his final growth stage and matured systems that had previously been off line had activated, one by one, the interface module's tactile sensitivity being one of the last systems to come on line as a mech matured.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 15:43:37 GMT -5
Barricade could tell that Ironhide was right when he said the interface module was sensitive. After a brief trial and error, he figured out how to open his abdominal plating, and gasped when the sensitive components underneath came in contact, for the first time, with the air and cleaning solutions. ~"Sensitive's an understatement."~ He replied, looking curiously at his interface module. Lightly, he brushed against the tip of his interface cable with a claw, and his legs very nearly gave out under him, making him stumble. ~"A severe understatement!"~
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 15:57:53 GMT -5
Ironhide tightened his grip on Barricade so he wouldn't fall as the younger mech explored his own chassis. ~"Easy there, I gotcha."~ he reassured the younger mech. He then opened his own plating, letting the cleaning fluid wash well under his armor and leaving his own interface module exposed as he groaned softly, tilting his head back a bit. Once he was sure they were both clean, he sent the command for the fluids to switch to the rinse cycle, clearing away the foam and what remained of the grit and dirt. He simply stood there with Barricade, letting him explore both his own frame and Ironhide's if he wanted, allowing him to see, and feel, everything about them both and how, despite their obvious size difference, when it came down to it, they were built pretty much the same where it counted.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 16:26:21 GMT -5
~"Alright."~ Barricade responded, one hand holding onto Ironhide to help hold himself up until he was a bit more steady on his feet. As the fluids changed from cleaner to rinse, he turned to look at Ironhide. His curiosity had been piqued, and it was poking him into action. The port below Ironhide's interface cable caught his attention, as well as an armor seam on his side. He brought his hands up, one claw gently brushing over the rim of the port, while he used a pair of claws on his other hand to gently caress a couple of wires within the seam.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 16:48:22 GMT -5
Ironhide let out a hard vent and shivered slightly as Barricade traced a digit around his interface port, then squirmed a bit as he rubbed a couple heavy sensory cables in his side. He brought his hand over and gently grasped Barricade's on his side, bringing his hand up to his chest and holding it there for a moment before following his arm to Barricade's shoulder and down along his side to rest on the smaller mech's hip. He looked down at Barricade then and brought his other hand around to brush his finger tips along his audio sensor cover plate lightly. As the foam was finally rinsed away, the fluid shut off, triggering driers to activate, blowing warm soothing air over the two mechs. His optics were half shuttered as he looked at Barricade, his mouth open slightly, desire rising as his dear friend explored his frame with his hands.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 17:02:33 GMT -5
Barricade looked up at Ironhide and tilted his head curiously when Ironhide moved his hand away from his side. Had he done something wrong, or did Ironhide not want that? He wasn't sure. He'd discovered the sensitivity in his own armor gaps on accident, but he remembered that it had felt kinda nice. When Ironhide's fingers brushed against his audio sensor plate, he tilted his head into it and nuzzled against the fingers, the purr in his throat returning. Inquisitively, he poked his claw gently into Ironhide's port as he used the hand on Ironhide's chest to lightly trace armor seams.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 17:09:30 GMT -5
Ironhide closed his optics then, letting out a soft groan and pulled Barricade close to him. He knew they wouldn't be able to continue this while they were standing, especially with this being Barricade's first time, so slowly he stepped backwards, coaxing the smaller mech to follow as the dryers shut off and the cleaning alcove retracted itself. Ironhide's berth folded down out of the wall and he moved towards it before sitting down, his back against the wall as he looked at Barricade. No words needed to be said as he traced his hand up Barricade's frame to caress across his interface module lightly, encouragingly. He decided he would let the younger mech set the pace, and encourage him to move forward, to take each step as he was ready to, one by one, so the experience could be a gentle, soothing, and pleasant one for them both.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 14, 2011 17:25:47 GMT -5
Barricade followed Ironhide out of the wash area, following the older mech's direction as he learned. When Ironhide sat down and leaned against the wall and brushed Barricade's interface module, Barricade shuddered again at the sensation that it sent through his frame. He leaned against the edge of the berth, his attention turned entirely to Ironhide's interface module. He dipped his claw into the port once more, gently exploring and rubbing, and brushed his other hand over the tip of Ironhide's cable, like he had done to himself earlier.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 14, 2011 17:52:46 GMT -5
Ironhide groaned heavily and a deep shudder ran through his frame. His interface cable slid out and into Barricade's hand and Ironhide gently coaxed him to kneel on the berth, straddling Ironhide's lap. Once Barricade was safely on the berth and in his arms, Ironhide caressed his hand across Barricade's interface module, then ran his thumb over his interface port, tracing the rim of it, then caressing over the tip of his cable tenderly. ~"Oh 'Cade..."~ he whispered softly, tilting his head forward to touch his forehead against Barricade's, letting their forward sensory arrays interact gently, not unlike a tender kiss between two humans.
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