ichooseboth: (Whoa.)
ichooseboth ([personal profile] ichooseboth) wrote in [community profile] red_diode_district 2012-10-16 09:51 am (UTC)

Optimus was very nosy, readily moaning and crying out with abandon. It was far more nosy than he would have been had he never been an Escort, but he had lost that specific inhibition ages ago.

Especially now, with no pride or logic to hold him back.

He groaned his pleasure as Megatron's own hesitance vanished, fingertips scrambling along his back, digging into an armor gap and latching on as he clung to the larger mech. Every part of him was quivering, strained to the maximum he could take, even with his Prime upgrades. He was running himself, Megatron, and the Matrix, all at once.

It was as exhausting as it was exhilarating. And Megatron's pleasure-rage was only making it harder, faster, their joined spark pulsing wildly as that light build up and burned warmly through the trails of pleasure-fire the link was creating in their circuits.

Fingertips digging in hard enough to draw sparks against metal, Optimus arched up and pushed into every point of connection between them, sending his systems cascading into screaming overload - and pulling Megatron right along with him.

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