Optimus purred, unable to decide where to focus with the inadvertent show Cliffjumper was putting on. The spark was, of course, the most lovely of sights, but watching the minibot become so lost in his own want that he was fondling his own sensor horn?
He couldn't possibly know how erotic that was.
Optimus couldn't much care about what he 'supposedly was' at that point, and simply focused on stoking the charge of the minibot's spark corona, the heavy static unique to sparks racing up his own limb circuits and pooling in his own chest. He wanted him, but it would be foolish to rush that important step.
"Yes, there you go... Feels good?" He grinned, flicking out the tip of his tongue to taste the raw metal within the edge of Cliffjumper's spark chamber.
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Date: 2012-07-10 07:55 am (UTC)He couldn't possibly know how erotic that was.
Optimus couldn't much care about what he 'supposedly was' at that point, and simply focused on stoking the charge of the minibot's spark corona, the heavy static unique to sparks racing up his own limb circuits and pooling in his own chest. He wanted him, but it would be foolish to rush that important step.
"Yes, there you go... Feels good?" He grinned, flicking out the tip of his tongue to taste the raw metal within the edge of Cliffjumper's spark chamber.