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Noah woke up slowly, groan muffled as he stretched and opened his eyes. The big red curtain that divided the garage almost in two and kept Mirage’s space away from any wandering eyes was doing wonders at keeping the sunlight away. Still, some light peeked through the sides, enough to let Noah know that it was truly and well into morning.
He turned his head to the side to greet an undoubtedly awake Mirage and found the Autobot already looking at him. Or, more accurately, looking between his legs.
Noah followed Mirage’s gaze down to his basketball shorts he wore to sleep, an old pair that had seen way better days but was too damn comfortable to throw away, the basketball shorts that had a small tent to them, right between his legs.
The blood rushing to his face was enough to fully wake him up.
Mirage’s words made him want the floor to open up and swallow him.
“Is this what an erection looks like?” Mirage asked and Noah covered his face with his hands, letting out an embarrassed little sound that was far too loud.
Moments passed and neither said anything and Noah was preparing to lower his hands and face Mirage when;
“Don’t fucking poke at it, Jesus fuck!” He nearly jumped out of his skin, face still on fire and glare fierce as he looked at Mirage who had his digit out like he was planning on poking him again.
Mirage didn’t look apologetic. As a matter of fact, Mirage was still looking between Noah’s legs with a confused tilt to his helm that shouldn’t be so adorable.
Noah put his hands over the tent on his shorts with a huff and finally, Mirage looked at him.
“Why did you cover it?” Mirage asked, pouting.
Noah gaped at him. “Why are you staring at it!?” he asked incredulously.
“I’ve never seen a human erection in real life before!” Mirage defended, “I’m curious!”
Noah groaned, not believing that this was his life. He slowly took his hands away from his groin and put them back on his face, taking in a deep breath. “Fine,” he said, voice only slightly muffled, “Just, don’t fucking poke at it again, okay?”
Mirage quickly agreed and went back to looking at Noah’s crotch while Noah tried really hard not to die from how hot his face was.
Even though he couldn’t see them, Noah could almost feel the weight of Mirage’s optics on him and that made something coil up tight in his stomach.
“Oh, it twitched,” Mirage said, something like wonder in his voice.
“Stop talking,” Noah said through gritted teeth, hands still covering his face. He was trying very hard to will his erection away but no thoughts of dead puppies or naked Abuelas were working when he had Mirage’s optics on him.
“Is it painful?” Mirage asked, the concern in his voice taking away some of the embarrassment Noah was still feeling.
His shoulders relaxed some. “No,” he said, honest, “It can get uncomfortable after a while, though.”
Mirage hummed in that way of his that said that he still had way too many questions.
Noah patiently waited for him and Mirage didn’t disappoint. “How does it stop being hard?”
Noah almost choked on a hysterical giggle that threatened to escape his mouth. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “It will go away on its own or I can take care of it,” he almost muttered the last part but it was still perfectly clear in the silence.
“Take care of it how?” Mirage asked then and Noah braved a glimpse at him. The Autobot was looking at his face now, optics bright and wide.
Noah swallowed again and finally slowly lowered his hands from his face. “You know,” he said, “with my hand, fingers, or whatever.”
“Can I watch?” Mirage asked quickly and Noah did choke this time.
It was a wonder Noah was still hard with how much blood had travelled to his face. “You want to watch?” he asked, voice faint, hands limp by his sides.
Mirage frowned at him. “Why are you so embarrassed?” he asked, “It’s just me.”
Noah closed his eyes for a second, taking in a breath. “I’ve never done it in front of someone else,” he almost mumbled, opening his eyes. “It’s not you, the situation’s just new.”
The way Mirage’s optics widened was almost comical. “You’re a virgin!?” he asked loudly and Noah winced, thankful for the privacy of the garage.
And then the question registered. “How do you know what a virgin is?”
Mirage waved a servo around like the question wasn’t that important. “They always make losing your virginity a big deal in movies,” he said, “Do we need to go on a date first? I can probably get Reek to buy me some red roses to throw the petals around if that’s what you want?”
Despite the situation, Noah laughed. He could see how Mirage’s frame relaxed at the sound, the Autobot giving him a small smile as he calmed down.
“Yeah, I’m a virgin,” Noah said, “but it’s not a big deal. It’s all a social construct, anyway.” At Mirage’s confused expression, Noah gestured vaguely. “I’ll explain later, yeah?” he promised.
Mirage nodded and looked at him expectantly.
Noah bit his bottom lip. “You still wanna watch?” he asked.
Mirage nodded again. “If that’s okay with you,” he said like he had just realized that this was a bigger deal than what he had initially thought.
And it kind of was a big deal. To Noah, at least. Before Mirage, Noah had kissed only one person, a girl in high school that pretty quickly made him realize that girls weren’t for him.
And then with Mirage, even though they’ve been together for months, the most they’ve done was some make out sessions that stopped way before Noah’s breathing started to quicken. He didn’t know if Mirage had the ability to do anything more but this whole situation at least proved that Mirage was curious about it.
“Yeah,” he said, taking in a bracing breath, “Just give me a moment to get some things from my bag.”
Noah could feel Mirage’s optics on him as he got up and went to his overnight bag. He didn’t have to look for long, taking a small bottle of lube and after a second of thought, a condom.
He had started carrying them after their second month together, just in case one of them ever breached the topic. It was apparently happening now.
Noah sat back down in his makeshift bed made of pillows and blankets. He lied down and closed his eyes for a heartbeat, taking in a deep breath and taking off both his shorts and underwear with the exhale, better to do it fast than chicken out halfway.
Mirage was staring and Noah was looking at him, trying to decipher whatever the Autobot was thinking but then Mirage’s optics moved to his face and Noah forgot how to breathe.
“What are you going to do?” Mirage asked, watching as Noah took his shorts and underwear and threw them to the side, towards his bag.
Noah swallowed. “I, uh, prefer using my fingers to get off,” he said, almost whispering it, and Mirage was still looking, focused on Noah’s face like he was prepared to put an end to this the moment he felt that Noah was too unsure.
It only made Noah relax further.
Noah picked up the lube and poured some on two of his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up.
He paused then and looked at Mirage. “Hey,” he told him, “Grab me a pillow.”
Mirage did as told without any question and silently watched as Noah positioned the pillow underneath his hips.
Noah slowly moved his hand down between his legs and Mirage’s whole body moved with it until his helm was by Noah’s knees, close enough for Noah to almost feel the warmth of the metal on his skin.
“What are you doing?” Noah asked, hand paused over his inner thigh.
“I want to watch,” Mirage said and Noah exhaled through his nose but didn’t protest.
He circled his rim with his middle finger before he slowly pushed it in, letting out a soft sigh once his finger was in down to his last knuckle.
“Is it painful?” Mirage asked, optics moving from Noah’s ass to his face at a pace that looked almost dizzying.
He shook his head as he started to move his finger in and out. “Not if you go slow and use lots of lube,” he said, “Some people like the pain of the stretch, though.”
Mirage made a sound that was too soft to be a true hum and focused back on his ass and Noah took out his finger to pour more lube on his hand before guiding it back.
His middle finger went back in without any trouble and he was slowly teasing his index finger alongside it. The second finger was always the worst for Noah but once he was past the first knuckle, it was easy for the second finger to bottom out, too.
He started to gently scissor his fingers, curling them whenever he pushed them in and trying to find that bundle of nerves that was just out of reach when Mirage spoke again.
“How many fingers can you fit?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice and Noah pushed his tongue to his cheek, trying to stop himself from laughing.
Mirage’s pout said that he wasn’t that successful in hiding his amusement.
“I’ve gone up to four,” Noah said, voice breaking out in a barely held back moan when his fingertips grazed his prostate. He bit his lip. “I have a toy,” he said next, feeling Mirage’s optics on his face, feeling himself twitch at the attention. “It’s big so I’m working myself up to it.”
“I think I’d like to see that,” Mirage said and Noah closed his eyes at the mental image.
“Fuck,” Noah said, letting out a frustrated sigh as he wiggled his hips, trying to take his fingers in deeper.
“What’s wrong?” Mirage asked, frowning down at him.
“This position isn’t the most comfortable,” Noah admitted, pulling out his fingers and moving his wrist in the air to alleviate the slight ache. “My fingers can’t reach where they need to.”
“Oh,” Mirage said, blinking. And then,” Can I try?”
Noah swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. “You want to try?”
At Mirage’s nod, Noah sat up. He took in a breath and then nodded to himself. “Okay,” he said. Like Mirage had said before, there was no reason for embarrassment or nerves. “Give me a servo.” Mirage did so without question and Noah bit back a smile.
He picked up the condom that he had been planning on using on himself and tore the packaging open, Mirage’s optics on him all the while. “I’m going to put the condom on your digit because I don’t even want to think about cleaning lube out of all these metal ridges.”
Mirage nodded but didn’t speak and Noah smiled to himself. There was something very endearing about how focused Mirage was.
Noah pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it down Mirage’s digit, the absurdity of the situation slowly hitting him and making him bite his lip to keep his laughter in.
Of course, Mirage noticed. “You know,” he said, “they always mention how uncomfortably tight condoms are.” He wiggled his digit to show his point. “This feels fine.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “Or maybe you just have small digits.”
Mirage hummed and reached for the lube himself. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
Noah lied back down with a shiver running down his spine, watching as Mirage poured a bit too much lube on his digit and warmed it up just like Noah had done.
The first touch to his entrance made Noah’s whole body twitch and Mirage eyed him with careful optics as he circles his rim before slowly pushing the tip of digit inside.
Mirage’s digits were twice the size of Noah’s fingers and they were longer, too, and Noah felt it all as Mirage slowly pushed his entire digit in, the tip hitting Noah just where he needed it to, making him bite back a startled moan.
Mirage frowned at him, pulling his digit out and starting to push it back in with shallow thrusts that were driving Noah crazy. “Why do you do that?” he asked, keeping his movements small as Noah started to buck his hips to meet them.
“Do what?” Noah asked, his frustration clear in his voice.
“Keep your noises to yourself,” Mirage answered and carefully leaned over Noah so they could be eye to optic. “I want to hear you,” he told him, punctuating his statement with a deep thrust of his digit to that bundle of nerves that made Noah’s mouth fall open so beautifully.
The sound that came out of Noah almost made Mirage short circuit but he gave him a smile instead and did it again.
Mirage’s optics travelled down Noah’s body, noticing his hands that were tightly holding on to the blanket underneath him, and his neglected cock that was slowly leaking onto his stomach.
“Don’t you need to touch yourself to orgasm?” he asked, keeping his thrusts irregular and still slow, loving the whines that Noah was slowly allowing himself to voice.
Noah shook his head. “Some people, fuck, like to come untouched.”
Mirage stopped his movements and watched as Noah glared at him, reveling on how wet his eyes were. “Some people,” he repeated, almost pulling his digit out, leaving only the tip in, even when Noah pushed down on it. He rolled his optics. “You keep saying that. Just tell me if you like something, I’m not going to judge.”
Noah gave him a nod and pushed down on his digit once more, groaning when Mirage didn’t budge. Mirage was still looking at him. “Okay! Fine, I like to come untouched. Can you fucking get to it because it’s not gonna happen on its ow- fuck!” Noah moaned and threw his head back as Mirage pushed his digit all the way in, tip massaging that little spot while Noah was almost writhing underneath him.
“Mirage, fuck.” Noah was looking at him, mouth open and lips bitten red. “Kiss me.”
Mirage couldn’t deny him anything when he looked like that.
Noah wasn’t kissing as much as panting against Mirage’s lips but he didn’t mind, not when he was so close to Noah’s moans and the wetness of his eyes that was threatening to overflow at any moment.
“Mirage,” Noah said, breathing fast, “Put another digit in.”
Mirage slowed his movements again, ignoring Noah’s whine. “You’re sure?” he asked, already slowly taking his digit out.
Noah was nodding quickly and taking off his shirt that he had pushed up to his chest. He looked at Mirage with a smirk that paired with how the rest of his face looked, made Mirage want to kiss him and never let him come up for air.
“I told you I’ve gone up to four,” Noah said, watching as Mirage pulled the bottom of the condom to the side so he could fit his index digit in, too.
It was snugger than before but still not unbearably tight. “Four of yours are two of mine,” Mirage reminded him but he was already reaching for the lube anyway.
Noah got comfortable on his makeshift bed, now fully naked for Mirage’s optics and said, “Even better.”
Primus, Mirage was going to lose it. “Had I known you’d be like this, I would have done this way sooner,” he said. He moved his newly lubed digits down to Noah’s hole and stopped, frowning. “Are you sure?” He asked again. “My digits are bigger than the two fingers you used earlier. Won’t it hurt?”
Noah smiled at him, eyes reassuring. “I told you that I like the pain of the stretch.”
Mirage rolled his optics. “You said that some people do.” He frowned anew, focusing on a specific part of Noah’s words. “I don’t want to cause you any pain, though,” he told him.
Noah’s eyes were gentle. “It’s not painful exactly,” he said, “I promise you it’s gonna be fine and if anything hurts I’ll tell you immediately, yeah?”
“Okay,” Mirage said, circling Noah’s rim with both his digits now, before slowly starting to push them in. Noah had done a good job at stretching himself with his two fingers so Mirage’s first digit went in without any trouble. It was tight now, though, almost too much so, and Mirage paid close attention to Noah’s face for any change in his expression.
Noah was looking back at him, eyes open and trusting, even as his mouth fell open in a slight gasp the more Mirage pushed his digits in.
“Good?” Mirage asked, keeping his digits a hair away from where Noah needed them most.
Noah answered by clenching around his digits and Mirage was fascinated with how something so tight could get even tighter.
“Move,” Noah said, still looking at him and Mirage pushed his digits out and pushed them back in slowly and watched as Noah’s mouth fell open with a curse when the tips hit that spot inside of him.
Mirage watched as Noah clenched his fingers on the blanket and wished he could hold them instead. “Can I try something?” he asked, pausing his movements and making Noah groan.
“Anything,” Noah breathed with half shut eyes that widened when Mirage’s free servo took hold of one of his hands and led it over his head, his second one following seconds after. It didn’t take long for Noah’s fingers to tighten around Mirage’s digits.
“Keep them there?” Mirage said, voiced like a question but it wasn’t one and Noah’s fingers tightened around his digits until his knuckles were white.
“Move,” Noah said again and Mirage did, curling his digits in the way that made Noah arch his back and open his legs further, make more space for Mirage to move closer to him.
Mirage experimented with using more force behind his thrusts, something that made sounds leave Noah’s mouth like they were punched out of him, head tilted back and throat exposed like he was inviting Mirage to do something.
“You can go faster than this,” Noah told him, bucking down to meet Mirage’s thrusts.
Mirage hummed. “I know I can,” he said, watching how Noah groaned and whined. He grinned down at him. “You want this to be over?” He asked innocently, grin growing bigger when Noah shook his head with another whine.
Mirage still started to move his digits a bit faster because as much fun as teasing Noah was, he wanted to see him come undone.
His digits were hitting Noah’s prostate every few thrusts and Noah’s moans were starting to grow in volume, breathes deep and irregular.
“Mirage,” Noah cried, his eyes glistening as he looked at him, “Please.”
Mirage pulled his digits out and thrusted them back in with a force that made Noah hold on to his servo for dear life, the tips of his digits staying buried inside and mercilessly massaging the nerves there.
Noah moaned and writhed under him, wet eyes wide and lips bitten red and shiny with spit and Mirage kept his digits where they were, until Noah was coming, ropes of white falling on his stomach and chest.
Mirage looked as Noah’s chest moved up and down rapidly, a tear escaping from his eyes that Mirage was fast enough to duck and kiss away.
Noah turned his head towards him, searching for his mouth and Mirage didn’t hesitate to kiss him, his digits still buried deep inside and moving slowly, taking everything Noah had to offer and then some.
Noah’s biceps flexed and his fingers relaxed some around Mirage’s digits but Mirage still didn’t move his servo away.
Noah breathed against his mouth and relaxed, aftershocks of his orgasm still making his whole body twitch, and Mirage kissed him again just because he could.
Noah smiled into the kiss, clenching around Mirage’s digits and taking them in deeper, making them touch that spot again, Mirage’s optics wide as Noah moaned.
“Again?” he asked. All the research he had done showed that human males couldn’t have back to back orgasms but Noah was confusing and so, so pretty in his pleasure.
Noah shook his head. “Some people,” he said, smiling at what was surely becoming a little joke between them, “Like the feeling of the oversensitivity.”
Mirage carefully put that piece of information away for a later use and didn’t move his digits anymore, watching as Noah fully calmed down. “Do I pull out slowly?” he asked. He knew that that was what he was supposed to do but if Noah told him otherwise, he would follow his instructions.
Noah nodded. “Not too slowly,” he said, earning himself an optic roll from Mirage.
Noah still hissed lightly as Mirage pulled his digits free and Mirage watched as Noah’s hole clenched around nothing before moving his optics back to Noah’s face.
“You’re so pretty,” Mirage said, taking Noah’s whole body in. The way his breathing was starting to slow down, the flush that had moved from his face to his chest, the sweat on his brow.
Mirage finally moved his servo from Noah’s hands and Noah slowly brought them down to his sides, stretching all four of his limbs with a small appreciative groan.
He then looked at Mirage. “What about you?” he asked.
Mirage blinked down at him. “What about me?” He looked around for a rag and found a semi clean one and reached for it, passing it to Noah.
Noah looked down at his stomach and grimaced in disgust before taking the rag with a thankful nod and started to clean himself, reaching down to his hole with gentle movements and cleaning it, too. When he was done, he slowly sat up and reached for Mirage’s servo, taking off the condom and wrapping the rag around it, putting it on the floor to be dealt with later.
He gestured to Mirage. “Don’t you need to get off?”
Realization drawn in Mirage’s optics. “Oh! Not really?” At Noah’s confused expression, Mirage pursed his lips. “Man, Ratchet would be the best at explaining this but, uh, Cybertronians, we’re asexual, right?” He waited for Noah’s nod. “We don’t reproduce like humans do so we don’t really get a sexual drive. Does that make sense?”
Noah slowly nodded. “So, you don’t have sex?”
Mirage shook his head. “No, we do, but it’s purely for pleasure purposes. We are able to carry both a spike and valve but some prefer one of the other or both.” He smirked at Noah. “I prefer a spike if you wanted to know.”
“Can I see it?” Noah asked, ignoring his comment, for now.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Mirage said and Noah huffed, rolling his eyes.
Mirage sat back and spread his pedes a bit, his modesty panel opening to reveal his spike that was slowly pressurizing until it was in full size.
Noah’s mouth went dry. Realistically, he knew that if Mirage had anything similar to human genitals, they were going to be big. Mirage’s spike was as long as Noah’s forearm and the head was a bit bigger than his fist.
He swallowed. “I’ll have to work my way up to it, I guess,” he said.
Mirage’s optics widened. “Damn,” he said, “We really should have done this months ago.”
Noah let out a soft laugh in agreement. “So if you don’t reproduce, what comes out when you orgasm?”
“Transfluid,” Mirage answered. “But I don’t think it’s safe for your skin, let alone your insides.” He shrugged. “There’s a code that I can override so nothing comes out.”
“That’s cool,” Noah said. He was still looking at Mirage’s spike. “That’s you hard?”
Mirage raised an optical ridge. “What? Not impressed?” Noah rolled his eyes at him and said nothing. “Yes and no,” Mirage said. “It doesn’t get hard or soft like yours. It’s always like this when it pressurizes.” He shrugged again, not really knowing how to explain his own anatomy and systems. “Again, I have to access a code to turn the sensitivity on in order to partake in anything sexual.”
Noah raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you?”
Mirage paused and gave him a sheepish smile. “I forgot?”
Noah bit his lip to stop from laughing. “Another time, then,” he said, looking up at him with a soft smile.
Mirage didn’t know how to reply to that so he let his modesty panel open back up and his spike depressurize, Noah’s eyes on him all the while. He let his voice box click on with a small glitch and asked. “Any more questions?”
Noah had the nerve to laugh at him and Primus, Noah was still naked and he was running a hand through his curls and Mirage didn’t whimper but it was close.
“Yeah, actually,” Noah said, smile wide and teeth showing. “Kiss me?”
Mirage was fast to oblige and Noah’s answering soft laughter was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.