Re: Stunticons/Rodimus, cuddle pilekyra_neko_reiJanuary 30 2011, 17:05:18 UTC
"Ack! Mind the spoiler!" Rodimus called up from underneath Breakdown and Drag Strip, form shifting over parts of Wildrider and around where Dead End was curled up, silently and congenially relaxing against Rodimus' midsection with no prophecies of doom and gloom forthcoming at the moment. Breakdown said "Sorry," and Drag Strip giggled, stretching an arm up to compare paint. "I'm yellower!" he crowed, and Rodimus giggled lightly, finally settling into a comfortable position, only to squirm as Drag Strip's comparatively-yellower arm slid along the edges, releasing a sweet frission of heat.
That was how Motormaster found them, returning to what was, to be fair, his berth, energon in one hand, datapad in the other, and a little too bamboozled to quickly latch onto anger.
Into this void Rodimus launched his secret weapon, long experience with Galvatron making Motormaster rather less imposing than he technically was. He smiled sweetly and a little heatedly at the Stunticon leader. "Join us?"
Motormaster eyed the Prime, half-pinned by his team, grinned, subspaced cube and datapad and slid in between Drag Strip and Breakdown in what appeared, to Rodimus, to be a well-practiced tactical maneuver, and then he was pinned fully, spoiler grasped in very skillful hands, and he was squirming desperately, this time to reach the plating-gap under Motormaster's chestplates, fingertips scraping over circuitry until Motormaster's reaction drowned out his own.
Much later, sated and pleasantly warm and perfectly comfortable in the middle of a nest of sated, recharging Stunticons, Rodimus smiled up at Motormaster. Motormaster, warm and comfortable and relaxed and pleasantly tingly and planning another go in the morning, smiled down at Rodimus, engine purring softly.
Re: Stunticons/Rodimus, cuddle pilenaboru_narluinFebruary 4 2011, 16:11:27 UTC
Oonph... Okay, that was really great. And hot. I had wondered how to make the prompt work, but it really works great, so... (Gods, now I wanna see a picture of this. ;p)
That was how Motormaster found them, returning to what was, to be fair, his berth, energon in one hand, datapad in the other, and a little too bamboozled to quickly latch onto anger.
Into this void Rodimus launched his secret weapon, long experience with Galvatron making Motormaster rather less imposing than he technically was. He smiled sweetly and a little heatedly at the Stunticon leader. "Join us?"
Motormaster eyed the Prime, half-pinned by his team, grinned, subspaced cube and datapad and slid in between Drag Strip and Breakdown in what appeared, to Rodimus, to be a well-practiced tactical maneuver, and then he was pinned fully, spoiler grasped in very skillful hands, and he was squirming desperately, this time to reach the plating-gap under Motormaster's chestplates, fingertips scraping over circuitry until Motormaster's reaction drowned out his own.
Much later, sated and pleasantly warm and perfectly comfortable in the middle of a nest of sated, recharging Stunticons, Rodimus smiled up at Motormaster. Motormaster, warm and comfortable and relaxed and pleasantly tingly and planning another go in the morning, smiled down at Rodimus, engine purring softly.
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(But does Galvatron know Roddy's fragging around with his troops?)
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Thank you for writing and sharing this. :D
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