red_diode_district | 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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From:

invisiblepinkboat

"The frown, Optimus." Elita frowned herself, tapping his forehead again, and then the top of his nasal ridge before she withdrew her hand.

"Did I... ah, do or say something?" Tilting her helm, Elita wondered if she'd gone too far in speaking her mind. He'd allowed it, but she might have exaggerated that allowance...

From:

ichooseboth

He blinked again, only to sigh. He would enjoy the familiarity she took if it were not for the situation.

"...I do not enjoy special treatment. Not in this, naive idealism it may be. Stay if you find it pleasing to be here, leave if you do not. Cancel appointments if you prefer this over them, not because the Prime might prefer it."

From:

invisiblepinkboat

"I'm not sure it would help, but if there was no actual programming present, the only special treatment you'd get would be because I rather enjoyed the evening... Despite the revelation," Elita said with a frown, and then, with a thoughful expression, shifted her postion so she could lean up and press the fronts of their helms together.

"But I can tell you... honestly and without reservation... That I would be very pleased if you'd want me to stay, because I would certainly like to have the chance to know you better." Pulling back, still sitting on her knees to bring her face to face with Optimus, and even slightly taller than that, Elita shamelessly cradled his face in her hands.

"Do you want me to stay?"

From:

ichooseboth

Again, she managed to surprise him, and he allowed the contact, going so far as to lean into the touch. It was good to hear she wanted to stay, even if all he could do was trust her word that it was what she actually wanted. Consort programming wasn't something he'd thought much about before now

"...I do want you to stay. I would not have suggested it otherwise."

He pulled back enough to shake his helm, venting a sigh with a wry smile.

"Having company that does not want to be around simply does not appeal."

From:

invisiblepinkboat

Sitting back to not crowd him when Optimus pulled back, Elita shook her helm.

"If I truly wouldn't want to be here, the best the programming could do would make me feel less inclined to leave, but you asked my opinion and what I wanted; I don't have to lie for that, especially..." Trailing off, Elita tilited her helm, looking up at Optimus from under the edge of her helm, optics glowing softly and a small smile on her faceplates.

"I haven't needed to lie, thanks to you. It's been... refreshing." It was irony to say such things, and it almost made her lose the mood and moment she'd managed to capture, but pushed it away.

It was, after all, true in all things except the overlying background reason that she'd been put here in the first place.

Everything, of course, but right now... that didn't, couldn't, matter.

From:

ichooseboth

While he could have easily remarked that she could easily be lying to him right now, he was quite tired of the circular logic.

And he was starting to actually believe her. It was easier to trust, anyway.

"...Good to know. Very good to know." Tentatively, he leaned back in, bumping their helms gently.

"I think this should work out pleasantly."

Believing that the programming wasn't that strong was good to hear - rumors and his own doubts easily exaggerated things. But he was still going to talk to his new medic about it once she was gone.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

He could have, and if she was the least bit unwilling about staying right here if he'd asked it of her, the programming... would, as she'd said, made her inclined to stay, if not want to throw herself at his feet and worship him.

Rubbing her helm against his slightly as he bumbed them together, Elita peered at the Prime, considered what she knew, and then nodded.

"I believe so, yes." With a smile, she pressed the central ridges of their helms together before she tilted her helm, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, then sat up straight, though leaned forward.

"Would you like me to continue..? Or are you in the mood for stimulating something else?" Her voice almost cheery, though she kept her smile hidden, Elita rested a hand on Optimus' thigh, quite far up.

From:

ichooseboth

He laughed nervously, optics gone dim as he savored the contact with the lovely femme. The had at his thigh made him shiver. Venting hard through his stacks, he couldn't help the sudden increase in heat now that his suddenly-arisen moral concerns had been quelled.

It did absolutely nothing for his other bits of anxiousness, of course. His ascension into Primacy at such a young age did little to help with his inexperience with others in the more intimate of persuasions. Sometimes he swore he could hear some of the elder Primes laughing at him should the thought ever cross his mind while in the Matrix.

"I think...you most certainly may continue."

From:

invisiblepinkboat

A sub-sonic hum starting up in reply to the obvious nervousness, Elita leaned forward to kiss the chin-guard, gently scraping her teeth down it. It was hard to decide whether she would like him - if she had the chance to see him at that time - to remain this adorable even in the future since it was a turn on in itself. Or if it she would prefer to see what he could grow into.

Mentally shaking her helm at herself, Elita turned her concentration towards the Prime's red, white and blue frame again. Think of now, not later.

"You do know, experience doesn't accumulate with age. No need to be nervous, Optimus," Elita laughed, she couldn't help it. It was a gentle laugh however, the sound thrumming against the side of his face as she dropped a kiss on his cheek and then, curling her other hand behind him to cradle the back of his helm, kissed him properly.

Her other hand, the one on his thigh, was at the same time slowly stroking upwards along the seams in the armour until it hit the gap between pelvic plate and thigh armour, and stopped there, her thumb running along the edge.

From:

ichooseboth

His chuckle still had anxiousness laced through it, despite both of their best efforts, but it was better than before.

"Of course it doesn't. But that still doesn't change the -situation." He vented, hard, voice cracking a bit with static as her hands teased around his thigh join. But that was alright, because instead he was focusing his attention on leaning into the kiss, hand hesitantly coming up to cradle her jawline.

He'd been kissed before, thank Primus, so he knew largely what he was doing. Not that it helped much with the surge of nervousness. Her frame was close against his own, warm and pleasant, and he pressed in closer after returning the kiss for a long moment, engine giving a rev when her fingers drew close to a major circuit hidden under armor.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

She silently had to accede the point; nothing but accumulated experience would help alleviate the nervousness, but he wouldn't necessarily not be nervous, not even when he actually had some experience.

Humming into the kiss as she leaned her helm into it and the hand along her jaw, Elita flicked her tongue out briefly, but otherwise kept the kiss straightforward. There were other things she was doing, after all, and her optics flared as she noted the noise her fingers were teasing out.

::I know. Would it help if I say everybody's nervous, at least some of the time?:: Unless you had programming that helped you with that. Elita was experienced, yes, but the programming smoothed out any personal nervousness and inexperience.

Her frame was deliberately warm to the touch as she leaned in to meet him, letting her fingers pause where and when Optimus' engine had growled and dug in deeper, finding first the right bundle of cables, rubbing them, and then the actual circuit, and pinched it gently.

From:

ichooseboth

He vented, low and amused within the nervousness.

::Even you?::

Anything else he might have said was cut off when her fingers closed on that little bundle of cables. Optimus gasped, kiss breaking off unintentionally as he arched with a low, whining keen into her touch. Hands curling tight against her frame, he tugged her closer, helms scraping together before Optimus managed to reclaim her lips.

He was the one that deepened the kiss this time, pressing close and slipping his tongue deep.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

::If it was only me? Of course.:: Elita smiled slightly, humming in pleasure at the reaction she'd managed to tease out, and she let him tug her as close as he wanted, easily yielding to the kiss.

And he wasn't bad at all at kissing, a thrum of pleasure flaring up as she tilted her helm back and into it more, pausing her movements to give a brief reprieve to merely rub and squeeze half a klik later again.

What he deserved was to be completely undone, and she'd do her best to accomplish that by the end of the night... or maybe the morning, this would get to take all the time he had available to let it take.

From:

ichooseboth

"Otherwise not so much?" Optimus tried to laugh, but of course the sound was muffled - not that he was bothered much. Instead he shuddered, jerking against her armor.

"...You are far too good at that."

Which only gave him the resolve to begin some explorations of his own. Elita's frame was quite lovely, decorated with a foreign cast, and he was itching to explore it. Hand already at her jaw, he traced it out as he nibbled lightly at her lips, aiming to explore her ornate helm decoration.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

"The consort programming is here to smooth out rough edges, and I'm supposed to be aren't I? Practice, Optimus, does make... good, if not perfect, programming or no." Elita smiled, a small, mostly private one; because in fact, most of her skill came from her own exploration and experience, compared to escorts who were made that way, and got their basic information and 'experience' from the programming before they began to accumulate their own.

Her optics flaring slightly as Optimus decided to start his exploration at her helm, Elita couldn't help but be pleased. Engine dropping into a vibration-creating hum and pressing closer to set both their plating alight, Elita tilted her helm into the touch.

"Antennae, the inside angles and..." Murmuring against the nibbles, she raised one hand to trace it down the slatted central ridge on Optimus' helm, which so matched her own, but amusingly, and curiously. "As well as this, if yours is anything like mine."

From:

ichooseboth

Letting out a low grunt of pleasure, Optimus moved to do follow those rough directions. Hand skimming across the rough edges on the side, he tentatively traced the base of her nearest audial spine, both nervous and excited at once. Kisses slowing as he slid anxious fingers up the length of it, he waited for a reaction of any sort, good or bad.

Her touch across his helm vent drew a choked gasp from him, breaking off the kiss completely as he shuddered.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

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.

From:

ichooseboth

"...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.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

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.

From:

ichooseboth

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.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

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.

From:

ichooseboth

"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.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

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.

From:

ichooseboth

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.

From:

invisiblepinkboat

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.