red_diode_district | LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

"---need an opportunity..." The speaker was interrupted as the door was opened, the intruder looking pleased.

"We just got it." Tall and lanky, the speaker didn't seem to have an actual altmode, but this didn't stand out among the group in the room. Only a handful possessed them, and they were all boat alts. "They asked for someone specifically like you." Everybody in the room looked at each other, and then to the one the newcomer had addressed, and a low, excited murmur started up.

Coming around the table to the door, the newcomer laid a mint-green hand against a pink, rounded shoulder.

"Will you be okay?" The question was sincere, but considering the opportunity they had just been given - and the details had already been transmitted - it was, ultimately, more a show of support than a chance for the subject of everyone's excited chatter to back out.

Not that that would happen.

Not now, not with this.

They needed this opportunity.

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She shivered, a brief wash of static coming from her vocalizer, twisting against Optimus' larger frame and pressing close to encourage a more firmer touch. Some would prefer - could indeed not stand anything else - a light hand on such a sensitive spot or part of their anatomy.

Elita was not one of them, and such a light movement, while endearing and hot enough on its own to raise her temperature as charge and tension began to rise, was not what she was after.

She laughed gently as he shuddered, dropping kisses along his jaw and chin-guard, as well as giving it a brief scrape of teeth. The hand at his hem vent stroked down the slats once, and then wandered to the side, pausing at the base of his audial.

"...Ah."

The pressing was a cue even an inexperienced mech like him could interpret - he returned the contact, pressing his palm along the length of her antennae, sliding smooth metal up and down the length with fingers curled around. Boldly, he gently tweeked the tip when he reached the top, before continuing his touching.

He still vented heat, embarrassed with his own reaction. Optimus couldn't help his gasp, tensing in anticipation as her hand neared his audial.

"That... Hnn. V-very sensitive," he warned, optics dimming as he leaned toward her hand, still with want and hesitation both.

His reward was a shudder, her fingers tightening about the arm she was gripping and a noiseless gasp when Optimus tweaked the tip. She liked him. Few would have done that immediately, intuitively... Well, most, she'd come to understand, would prefer to simply lie back and get "attended" to...

Not that she wasn't half of a mind to let it go that way here too, but he obviously wanted to participate, and she hummed in pleasure. It made it easier to think of this as free of the burdens of a contract.

"I know," Elita whispered, having shifted upwards on her knees to mouth the words against the base of the audial opposite to the one she had her hand at; slowly, as to not dislodge his hand, but she had a feeling he'd lose his grip soon eithe way.

She wouldn't mind that at all, really.

The grip as she slid her closed hand up along the audial - mirroring it with her lips on the other one - was light, there enough to scrape the surface, since he was getting charged, and thus touches, especially in sensitive places, would be felt more.

She wanted him to find out what he'd prefer in ways of touch there, as well as... just a little, overwhelm him.

The touch against his audial - both audials - was almost too much. His guttural cry turned to static not halfway through, his massive frame shuddering against hers. He jerked, overwhelmed circuits fritzing, leaving him momentarily limp for a nanoclick before he arched into the touch.

Any shame or embarrassment was, for the moment at least, completely driven out of him as he clung weakly too her frame, shivering with low, keening moans. Hands somehow still around Elita's audial spines, it was probably for the best that his grip was weak, not that it stopped his reflexive pawing at the smooth metal.

Pushing close as he shuddered - it set her plating pleasantly rattling, underscoring the swelling charge - Elita hummed against the audial spine, squeezing her other hand gently.

The light, irregular grip at her own spines was enough to make her frame sing, circuits tingling and she shifted closer and twisted her hand. She wasn't after an overload for herself at the moment, in fact, consort programming or no, she wouldn't expect it, with how Optimus was reacting at the moment.

It was always sweet to see someone get lost in their first building overload; she remembered her own quite keenly.

"Higher, Optimus," she whispered as she slid her lips along the audial, teeth just barely following her lips down.

"Hnnnnn..."

It was probably an attempt an actual sentence, but failed spectacularly and he didn't bother to try again. Instead he simply nodded, hands shaking as he slid them higher up Elita's audials, grip probably a tad too erratic to please her the way he wanted to.

And he really, really wanted to pleasure the clever femme.

But he just...couldn't get his frame to obey him properly. Not so embarrassingly close to overload from a few audial tweaks. But he was, and all he could do was groan and angle his helm further to the side, wordlessly encouraging her to do more of that against his antennae with her wonderful month.

And more she would give. If she could have, she would have pressed closer, a slight friction to keep the circuits around her spark chamber fizzling and humming with a constant low level of energy that flared when each erratic touch slid and scraped down, or he gripped a bit harder suddenly.

She laughed gently, quietly, against the base of the audial, lips pressing against the metal and she raised her other hand to hover about the tip of the audial she was paying attention to with her lips.

Sliding the other hand up, squeezing in the middle and following that movement to about midlength with her mouth on the other audial, Elita smiled against the metal.

"I hope you're ready." Not that she necessarily expected him to overload then and there, but a warning was something nice to have, too. With that said, however, Elita squeezed the tips of the audial spines with thumbs and forefingers, the rest of her hand squeezing the audial, and she bit gently down on the spine her mouth was around, accompanying it with a deep hum sent through her teeth.

His low sound of embarrassment at her laugh was short-lived. Whatever plans he might have had, they would have to come until after he had recovered, because Elita was far too skilled for her own good.

The edge came up on him all at once, nearly taking him offline with the surge of intensity. Optimus cried out, optics going white as charge raced through his frame, ringing audials down through his flaring spark and back out again. He jerked against her smaller frame, uncontrolled hands curling against the sides of her helm as he lost himself in a noisy, uncontrolled overload.

He wasn't ready at all, and he hadn't known how easy it was to come completely undone at someone else's touch.

Elita pressed close as they both rode through and out Optimus' overload, and while his grip on her helm caused her several times to nearly tip into overload, she was both trained and experienced enough to take the small pauses between the erratic, delightfully firm gripping to hold back her overload.

Both because she wanted her full focus on him and because the cosort programming was insisting she not overload incidentally at his touch, but only if he actively willed it so.

Humming softly and settling better against his frame as he slowly stilled, Elita drew back from his helm and storked down his arms and over his chestplates, skirting around the headlights, over the bars above the headlights and then back to the arms, and around, waiting for Optimus to come fully online again.

He shuddered, optics dim as he vented heavily, systems hot from the wonderful strain of overload. Weakly, systems still rebooting, he rolled against her, purring at the feel of another warm frame flush against his own, her slimmer hands teasing across his over-sensitized frame. The grip of his hands against her helm vents briefly relaxed as he came back to himself, smiling like a dope against her cheek.

"...Nnn. Primus."

Her heat, the thrum of Elita's own working frame slowly sunk in, and he turned to press a blissful kiss to her jaw, hands experimentally flexing around audial spines once more.

"Mm. Not forgetting about you." That was the last thing he wanted, and he nuzzled against her frame, determined to see her overload in the end.

She laughed at the muttered exclamation, amused and sweet, because Primus, yes, he was both hot and adorable. He was young, but even so, there was a certain... collected nobility, so to speak, about the lines in his faceplates, and he looked so very different after an overload.

And she wasn't just thinking of the silly grin.

"No? You seemed quite... busy, so I wouldn't blame you if you did," Elita said with a chuckle, the glow of her optics and her expression gently teasing, but she arched into the touch around her audial spines, engine going a pitch deeper.

"That would be...rude." Optimus' grin lessened some, optic ridges going together in distaste at the very idea. Despite her joking tone, he seemed genuinely distressed by the idea.

"I may not know much..." He admitted, even as he slid hands up to the tips of Elita's spines, tightening fingers and rubbing thumbs over the pointed ends- "But I know you're not going to impress many people if you don't focus on pleasing them as well as yourself."

He rumbled his engine over her own, purposely dropping it down to a lower gear to make her lighter frame rattle.

"I was under the impression it was common courtesy."

"Hmm. This isn't--ah--about impressing anyone, Optimus. Merely about enjoyment--" Throwing her helm back to get another angle as Optimus' fingers slid up her audial spines and then closed abount the ends, rubbing, Elita looped her arms around the Prime's neck.

"That, however, it might, mmmn, be." Laughing softly, Elita arched into the thrumming engine beneath her that was doing such pleasant things to her plating, as well as the fingers on the ends of her audial spines, her back-mounted panels flaring upwards and out as the energy rose.

This time, she didn't let the minisucle pauses temper her; they were slightly too short, and he obviously wanted to see her overload, and... she didn't mind. Even like this, technically in employ at the moment, she certainly didn't mind.

Optimus was adorable, hot, and very much atgtractive, both on a physical as well as spark-level, and Elita rode the wave he brought up, pressing down, arching up, her earlier sounds dropping away to noiseless gasping as overload hit.

"Not that sort of impress." He chuckled awkwardly, only to fall silent as the signs and sounds of the femme's own overload reached him. He had to keep himself from stilling his motions as well, pausing for a long moment of pleasant surprise and awe.

It... worked?

It worked. And oh Primus she was lovely...

He couldn't help but rumble in appreciation of the sight, a shiver going through his own frame as a mild aftershock flared out from his spark from the display alone.

If she'd have known Optimus' thoughts and reaction to what he'd helped create with her overload, Elita would have been charmed. As it was, she was busy enjoying the pulse and flare of her spark as well as the energy lashing out from her spark chamber out along her limbs in tingling, white-hot charged waves.

She also felt his reaction-aftershock, and it took not even half a thought to gather some of what she felt, some of the charge in her spark and push it outward, riding on her EM field to wash over his as her field touched his and enveloped it, sharing a weaker, softer mirror of what she was feeling.

Optimus let out a startled sound at her clever trick, spinal struts bowing as he shuddered over top of her, going limp with pleasure.

"O-oh..." He laughed shakily, patting awkwardly at her antennae spines as his spark rolled in his chest casing, pulsing out a flare in return without conscious thought. He gasped, shaking at the sudden surge of input and charge, fields awash in the feel of each other.

He hadn't even known he could do that.

::Learn something new every cycle...:: He gasped over the comm, smiling blissfully.

Elita shivered in turn as well, both at his reaction, and when he managed to return in, a sub-sonic moan slipping past as she first smiled, and then laughed.

"I'm impressed you picked it up so quickly, really. Most need a few tries. You seem to be a natural." Giving a quick glance at the couch they were lying on, Elita calculated the possibility of movement, and then... somehow... managed to flip (more like roll) them around so she was on top, before she settled down, crossing her arms and resting her chin on them.

"-urk!" Optimus grunted in surprise as he was rolled, too shocked to even fight the motion in the least.

Optics wide, he stared up, blinking at the femme calmly perched on his chest. His engine gave a rev at the sight, and his audials flicked back in embarrassment.

"...Ah. Hello?"

Laughing, Elita leaned in closer, resting her chin guard against his, keeping the working of her own engine as low and even as it could get while idling.

"Hello there." Another grin, and then she sat up, tapping his nasal ridge with a finger as she did so. "Stay there, I'll be back briefly. I should check in, as you said." With that, she swung herself off of the Prime and jumped off, back panels flaring as she did so... Yes, showing off a bit, and even more so as she slowly sauntered over towards the alcolve with the external comm. unit, setting a swing to her step as she did so.

He blinked at the tap, smiling automatically. He was a little surprised by the sudden turn in conversation, but he wasn't about deny her.

Not after all that - not before it, either.

"Ah, of course. Take what time you need..."

He trailed off, gaze automatically falling down to her aft as she strutted away, watching her armor flare.

So. Lovely.

She was... admittedly both pleased and worried that they'd confirmed she could - and should - stay for as long as the Prime might want her near, since a foot in with the Prime would only help them.

Especially as they couldn't try anything at this moment, and not for however long in the future, what with their failed attack; security and readiness was too high. The issue would lie in if she could remain by his side for as long as needed...

And even if Elita already felt faintly guilty, she also knew she couldn't just explain everything here. Not even in the privacy of the Prime's own quarters; his own security might find out, and if someone there didn't agree with what she had to say..?

Yes, then she'd hardly be around for long enough to be able to use her foot in. So while the deception felt more uncomfortable now than it had when she took this mission, Elita was convinced there was no other way.

"Bored?" She smiled brightly as she came back, sliding back to lie on top of Optimus with a simple ease of familiarity she didn't... really feel, but that seemed appropriate. Relaxed.

"Not at all," he admitted, optics following Elita's path back to the berth, engine rumbling appreciatively as she climbed back up on his frame. Hesitantly, unsure of how much contact was preferable after such 'casual' relations, he slid arms across her lower back, seeking to increase the feel of the frame against his own.

"Are your friends well and reassured?"

She certainly didn't mind the touch at all, and arched slightly up into it before settling back again, nodding, chin guard scraping over the back of her hands where she was resting her chin.

"They are. I was doubly reassured they'd be fine as well with me being... ah. Busy." Besides her "employer" having been alterted to the extended contract, as proper, the moment Optimus had asked for it and it had been settled.

"...ah. Well. Good to know." He chuckled a bit awkwardly, but the knowledge was pleasing. He truly didn't want her friends to worry.

Even so, he was comfortable if a bit...unsure as to what he was supposed to do next. Did they continue where they left off? Did they sleep? Did she leave- Oh, he hoped not.

She did mention she would be 'busy' though, so maybe...

Even if she just stayed, he would be happy. He could fall into recharge so easily like this, he felt, with a warm frame pressed up against his own.

Elita was certainly in no hurry to go anywhere, and unless Optimus wanted to continue, she was also not at all opposed to recharge; for her, the day hadn't just involved the party and the attack, but arriving on Cybertron as well.

So she relaxed against and into him, one hand trailing lazily along one of his arms, and while her helm was canted attentively, after a few moments she began to sing quietly; an old cybertronian recharge song (used back when the method of recharge was more sinking more deeply into layers of lower awareness and conciously going through things, instead of what it was now).

LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

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