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 had planned to leave it at that. Go back to give his spike some more attention, suggest he continue down to her valve himself... But at his reaction, Elita's hand on his spike stilled.

She squeezed thoughtfully, cataloguing the reactions she was drawing from him, and maybe it was just as well he had his face hidden from seeing her expression, as Elita's smile was rather... wicked.

"Yes, Optimus?" she murmured even as her hand slid down again, faint static having been created from the friction, causing a crackle as she let her hand slide lingeringly from the base of the spike and rested her fingers around the rim of his valve again.

She kept her fingers there, rubbing in tiny circles for a few moments and then pushed two fingers just past the rim and slid around the inside.

"Would you like to do the same to me?" Whispering into his closest audial, she withdrew her fingers again, resting them at the base of his spike.

"...I..."

Optics wide, he shuddered again, wordlessly crying out at the penetration. The feeling of it alone was intense, but the lingering charge clinging to her fingers only added to the foreign, almost forbidden pleasure.

"Y-yes...?"

Spike twitching with sudden eagerness, he nodded, cautiously reaching down from her spike with shaky fingers. Glancing over at her for confirmation, Optimus traced the rim of her valve, engine gunning embarrassingly loud with want.

Oh, it was so very hard not to just use his surprise and distraction and pleasure to topple him backwards and have her way with him, fingers, mouth and spike all.

The faint, sub-sonic whispery moan was as much for his answer and his earlier reaction because she wanted--- But no. It'd be better to ease him into it. Or at least give him some time to let the realization of what those touches had done to him settle before she actually went any further.

"Good," Elita murmured with a smile, tbhe expression deepening as he looked over, and she settled back again, hips tilting into the hesitant touch.

Ventilating harshly, Optimus really had to focus hard to continue the motions of his own hand. Not because he didn't want to, of course, but because it was so hard to keep his processor on-task when he was suddenly so hyper-aware of his own valve. Of the...depths and dimensions of a oft-forgotten portion of his own anatomy. There was already a heavy lick of charge there, trapped inside by the simple touch.

So instead, he forced himself to focus on what Elita must be feeling as he gingerly explored inside, fingertip easing past the outer aperture as his own valve gave a sympathetic throb in response.

If she knew, she'd have been pleased. Very pleased indeed, but that was currently not the point. Honestly, it was sort of odd to let Optimus do as much as he was; she was pretty used to clients wanting to do as little as possible and simply be pleasured in whatever way they favoured.

Slow or not, the careful exploration at least made sure he was thorough, and she didn't hold back the shudder, help tipping backwards slightly as he pushed his finger in. Angling the leg she had about his waist so she could rub the bottom of her foot against the back of his thigh, Elita smiled and shifted into, against, the questing finger.

"Like that, yes." Now, he didn't need to be that slow, but if slow was what he needed... She'd merely give encouragement.

Merely grunting an affirmative response, Optimus cautiously continued his explorations. Sliding in more deeply was a simple enough start, even if he had to clench his jaw in sympathetic response to the feel of the stretch of metal layers around his fingers. The heat of her core, that his sensors could already feel increasing incrementally...

He curled fingers against the walls of her valve, testing and teasing with the same motion.

"...Primus."

He gave her a questioning glance, unsure that something so pleasing to him could be doing the same for her.

A slight gasp, more like a hiccup of glitched noise, escaped her with the curling motion, mostly lost beneath his own exclamation, and that questioning look? Well, it was hard to not throw training, employment and caution to the wind and tip him on his back to show exactly what this felt like--

But no.

"You might want to exchange them for your spike, Optimus... If only because that'd let you feel more of this, instead of merely me enjoying this," Elita said with a slow, sly grin even as she pushed her hips up slightly and then more of a thrust, everything shifting around and away to create the space needed.

"I.... I could."

He could. And it was a realization that pleased and terrified him both. But he had never let fear rule him before - and he certainly wasn't about to start now, with his fuel pulsing hard in his lines, spark hot and insistent in his chest.

Suddenly smiling, finally coming into his stride, he leaned in closer towards her helm.

"Would...you like me to?"

The words were only half-teasing, but the way his fingers stilled as he spoke, before slooowly sliding out. That was teasing.

Watching the realisation hit Optimus was as endearing as it was exciting, more because of what it'd mean for him than for her. She had, after all, interfaced many times and had patience enough for someone new to it learning.

"I... nnnh, yes." She half-laughed, half-breathed the affrimation out on a low volume, high-pitch voice, fingers digging in where she was holding onto him and tilting her hips into the slow, teasing slide outwards.

She didn't mind the teasing though, because that made each and every tiny little plate shift around those fingers, following with minute precision every scratch, groove or dip in Optimus' fingers.

And to Elita that was nearly as good as the intricacy obtained when there was a spike of corresponding complexity locking together with and sliding against those sensitive, complex workings.

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