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Look, I'm alive! ...or some reasonable facsimile thereof.
And, since I requested something so lovely from onetruesikorsky...
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And, since I requested something so lovely from onetruesikorsky...
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write ( Read more... )
Rodimus admittedly did not see advancement in the immediate future of either himself or Optimus Minor. “Blowing off this assembly is a bad idea,” he said, his voice necessarily muffled as his dental plates nipped along the delicate plating of Optimus' throat. The other mech fairly vibrated beneath him, so much powerful heat and energy contained in the smooth lines of Optimus' frame that Rodimus felt himself shivering in strange, harmonic sympathy.
Vents activating, Optimus arched his head back, and his antennae scraped against the back wall of the storage unit with a hiss of feedback. “Skipping the mandatory six-megacycle briefing preceding it wasn't exactly brilliant, either.”
They had little space in which to maneuver. Optimus spread his legs and Rodimus settled between them, easing even closer, pressing them chest to chest with a protesting groan of exoskeletal plating. Executing a complicated little twist of his wrists, Optimus worked his arms around Rodimus' waist and buried his fingers in the seams of Rodimus' back. His fingertips found sensitive cabling; he smoothed one thumb along sparking wires. With a little moan, Rodimus ground down against him, and Optimus lifted his hips and tangled one leg around the backs of Rodimus' calves. For a moment, they shuddered together as heat flared and built between them.
“Going to tell Ultra Magnus what we decided to do instead?” Rodimus slid his glossa along the prominent curve of Optimus' upper lip component.
“Only if he asks.”
Rodimus chuckled, but he felt a low thrum of uneasiness just the same, and he wondered if Optimus might just tell the truth if the Magnus demanded answers. Admittedly, he had not known Optimus long, but intentional deceit seemed unnatural to the other Minor-as if it were a new affectation Optimus had only recently adopted. Rodimus had heard rumors that contradicted the official account of Elita-1's deactivation, and even he had catalogued the signs of lingering trauma in Optimus' behavior: long periods of distraction, too much time spent in solitary training, and an increasing recklessness that would soon threaten his career. Rodimus could hardly deny the attraction between them-and with Optimus blazing hot beneath him, he desperately did not want to-but he also had no intention of allowing Optimus to pull him along into a spiral of self-destruction.
Shifting beneath him, Optimus parted his legs a little more, easing a bit of space between them. His chest plates clicked and parted.
Rodimus cycled an inward hiss through his vents, and he expelled atmosphere in a low, uncertain whistle at the beautiful, irresistible sight of Optimus' fully exposed spark. “Optimus,” he whispered. “Isn't it...don't you think it's...soon for this?” Powerfully drawn despite his better sense, he dipped his head and felt Optimus arch into his kiss. The outer corona of Optimus' spark caressed against his chest plates, and the sudden, aching pleasure made him whine.
Bare beneath him, Optimus stared up at him with an expression hinting at some deep, untouchable sorrow. Rodimus shifted his weight to one arm and touched the fingertips of his opposite hand to Optimus' cheek.
“Please.” Optimus tilted his head toward the touch, and Rodimus' spark skipped at the raw and strangely innocent desperation of that single word.
Shuddering straight through his struts, Rodimus nodded once, wordlessly, and opened his chest plates. He slid both arms around Optimus, holding him tight, and he rocked down against his fellow Minor to bring them spark to spark.
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