LET'S BREAK THIS THING IN

[invisiblepinkboat]

"---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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[invisiblepinkboat]

"And if you're offering, I'm hardly going to say no. I'm sure you've got some... hard to reach spots yourself." Tilting her helm into the kisses as he wandered up towards one of her spines, Elita smiled and moved her foot enough to set the wheel in his shoulder spinning briefly.

That was of course not arousing in and of itself (if it was, most wheeled cybertronians would have trouble), but that wasn't the point. Elita was honestly pleased to see Optimus start to exploring what he might want a bit more proactively.

Not that she would mind in the least to teach him more by having him spread out beneath her... hm.

Smile widening, she tilted her hips into the touch, spreading her thighs wider as his thumbs dipped between them. Optics going unfocused and pale in colour as Elita concentrated elsewhere, the searched out the circuits leading from spark-chamber to all over that would lead arousal-charge, and then the particular ones down to her pelvis...

And conciously re-routed a small bit of charge that had collected in the bundle of circuits that cradled her spark-chamber down to her pelvis and Optimus' questing hands, warming the plating slightly more and adding a brief, tingling zing of charge between her panel and his fingers.

[ichooseboth]

He was, as usual, oblivious to even the possibility of such idea. His Council-appointed education was greatly...lacking in any sort of variety, and 'letting' the smaller partner take command was something he really didn't know was done at all.

Or that he would likely enjoy it. Instead he spun his tires playfully, engine revving slowly.

::I am,:: It was an easy thing to offer, and his smile widened against the side of her helm, tongue flicking out to test the reaction the circular decoration at the base of her spine might get.

::I actually wouldn't mind in the least.:: He still had so many things about her he wished to learn...

-Only for his explorations to be cut short with a moan of is own, that shock from her paneling making him jerk and shudder in surprise. Optimus leaned back a bit, gazing down at the femme with obvious wonder in his optics.

"Primus! That was - how did you manage that? Is that...common?"

[invisiblepinkboat]

Clearly, if that came out, Elita would have to show him. Nevermind that she'd more or less done so already, but bringing him to overload while stimulating his audials. But as she wasn't aware that his education was quite lacking, she was merely enjoying the beginning proactivity for itself.

She'd had replied to those comments immediately, but since she was focused on... ah, yes. Elita laughed, digging her fingers into one of the elbow-joints she was stroking and putting pressure against a cable.

"If you know what you're doing, it's not hard; you merely have to pay attention to the detail of your own frame and workings... Most don't bother to." Shrugging, her amusement smoothed into a smile, her optics glowing bright.

"I'm sure there's other things I could show you, later." Elita's comment might have been nearly said off-handedly, but she was briefly assaulted by the image of the young Prime laid out on his back, open for her... she should be able to keep one leg up over her shoulder... So her tone had deepened midway through the sentence, intent making her voice gain a different thrum.

[ichooseboth]

Still reeling from the charge, Optimus had to fight the urge to give in too soon and just...grind blindly against her. It was a visceral reaction, spike pressing hard and eager against the inside of his plating. But they had barely started, and he wanted to at least attempt to tease the femme the way she had teased and pleasured him.

"Later?" Optimus questioned teasingly, one hand sliding up from her charged panel to the underside of that leg draped amazingly high up. Not that it was easy to coordinate, with her skilled fingers making the servos in his arms misfire with pleasure-data, but he splayed eager fingers out nonetheless, teasing up to the underside of her knee joint and back down again.

"I look forward to it..."

He continued testing out the boundaries to her her interface with the other, fingers exploring the edges. He tried to think about what she had said, focusing on your frame, and gave an amateurish attempt at charging his own fingertips as the delved in past her panel edges to the inside of her thigh joint instead.

[invisiblepinkboat]

"I would hope this isn't the last time we do something like this..." Elita trailed off, the encrouaging hum as his hand slid along the underside of her leg turning into a slightly glitchy static wash as he got to the kneejoint.

She really hoped it wouldn't be the last. She knew she was too attached, but she couldn't help but look forward not just to their possible games, but more of this as well.

"Oh, I do too. Most assuredly." Her voice warmed by her smile, Elita pulled one hand away form the elbow-joint it was exploring, stroking down edges and seams of his arm instead down towards the wrist. The other, however, shamelessly dug into the elbow-joint, stroking around and over raised edges and the slight gaps of the joint.

However amateurish it was, Elita gasped as his fingers - however faintly charged - brushed into the gap between thigh and hips, the pure sensation of current over sensitive workings enough to draw pleasure along her sensor-net and charge up her circuits.

[ichooseboth]

"Most certainly not the last..." He beamed, endlessly pleased by her admitted desires came without any sort of prompting. More than anything, he wanted her want to be genuine.

Optimus purred when his attempt had the desired effect, optics bright as he took in her every reaction. But his own reactions came as well, interrupting his watching as his arms shook with weakness, pleasure skittering through his lines.

He laughed awkwardly, torn between leaning into the touch and pulling away to regain some control over himself.

"...Though I might have to ask you to -ah- touch me elsewhere. I can't touch you back with limp hands." He grinned wryly, hands pointedly flexing in their positions: against the back of her knee, and buried knuckle-deep in her pelvic-thigh connectors.

[invisiblepinkboat]

There would be no way of securely convincing him, but her desire was, indeed, genuine. Amusement curled around her spark and caused her field to flicker out in brief spatters when Optimus voiced his request. Elita slowly drew her hand out of the joint, settling both hands against his lower arms to gently rub into the seams there instead.

"All right. I'll just have to overload your processor and spark later, then. Show you how else it can be done," Elita said with a smile that carried a fraction of the same intent as earlier when she had imagined Optimus underneath her.

She did get a brief flash of the same image again, this time with an addition of holding the other leg up straight, curled around it to be able to mouth over the spokes of his wheels.

Skittering flickers of charge crept up her circuits as he flexed his hands and she automatically angled her hips up; she'd always been particularly sensitive to tactile stimulation, but enjoyed all of it as much, especially as other variations left a longer potential buildup.

[ichooseboth]

Optimus couldn't help but sputter, processor briefly grinding to a halt at her declaration of intent.

"A-ah....yes. Please do?"

He ducked his helm down briefly, audials flicking in pleasured embarrassment, but his engine never halted it's enamored purring. He, of course, had no idea how she truly meant it.

But his the lines and cables for his hands were now clear, and he was able to continue his own slow assault on her circuits. Fingers no longer spasming with pleasure, he could continue making his teasing way across her lovely frame, and even repeat his recently learned trick from before. Curling digits inside Elita's thigh - deliberately angling fingers against the few thin plating layers separating the joint from her interface paneling - and charged his servos, managing a greater flare of static than before.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She hummed, quite pleased at his reaction whether or not he actually realized the full intention and content of what she wanted to do, and how it was to be done. Her engine thrummed in time with the faint vibration of her field as he slid his hand along her frame, and Elita stretched out, arching underneath the large but thorogh hand.

This was what she liked with bigger frames; they covered, and covered well, while those with a similar or smaller size to her own had a similar delightfulness as she did against a larger frame. Dexterity and getting into gaps more easily.

The humming still coming from her vocalizer was twisted into a surprised - if pleased - gasp when Optimus angled his fingers against the thinner layers of plating on the hip-joint-side of her interface paneling and shocked her.

"Ah! You learn... mm, fast, Optimus," Elita said, static fuzzing her laughter as she arched again, drawing back her leg slightly to hook it about his waist instead, sending oil outwards in waves.

[ichooseboth]

Optimus purred, immensely pleased his little trick had worked. Which is why he had to immediately try it again, twitching fingers against a different circuit line and varying the tingling shock.

"I try to be a quick learner. When I can. When it is...ah, interesting."

He laughed quietly, leaning down further over her shiny-wet frame, armor squeaking with the contact. "Which probably explains a lot of my failings with protocol."

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Mmm, I've noticed." Elita laughed, helm tilting back against the edge before he did it again. She twitched, hips lifting up, panels flexing as pleasure sang down her sensor net and charge rushed both inward from his hand and the fingers poked inside her hip/pelvis, and upwards.

"I'd suggest you try listening to things you aren't interested in, however... Or just find a more interesting way to learn." Her grin was sharp and amused, because even if that wouldn't really let him learn, she still had the entertaining tought of reading whatever it was that didn't interest him while working his frame over.

Hands sliding up his arms as he leaned down, her fingers dug into armour-seams and the angles, but without going too firmly or with too much... tricks. She could let him explore as he wished; she would hardly say no to having her frame and self paid some attention to.

And he was most delightful.

[ichooseboth]

"I have learned them," he objected with only a hint of defensiveness, joking tone never departing entirely. "I just...sometimes require a few repetitions. That's all."

He grinned, arching into Elita as she wiggled about, fingers twitching as though he wished to scissor them in a place...not exactly suited for such activity. ...Lack of experience or not, he has read a number of steamy holo-novels, mostly from before he became Prime. They aren't exactly council-approved reading material, and he keeps them close to spark, guarding his bit of escapism closely.

His next finger spark was a bit off thanks to the errant idea, the charge diffused more at the edge of her armor rather than within her internals.

"Though this is one thing I intend to, ah, learn quite eagerly. I am terribly interested in your knowledge."

Really. Please teach him. He wants to show her just how attentive he can be...

[invisiblepinkboat]

She doesn't laugh, and merely nods, keeping her amusement mostly to herself. Etiquette and protocol might not be the most riveting, but at least they didn't usually forget anything after learning it, so there was that.

"Repeating things can be fun," Elita said with a grin, and his wiggling fingers and the misfire of yet another charge had her rolling her hips, especially when he said he was oh-so-interested in what she had to teach.

"Some of it will have to wait, if only to accomodate what we might be doing now." She tilted her helm, optics nearly sparkling in the light as she slowly let the panel covering her interfacing equipment withdraw, revealing valve as well as allowing her spike to slide up, pressurizing without being charged much at all.

"But we can always start here." She'd teach him more later, when she had him in another position entirely.

[ichooseboth]

"It depends on what we might, ah, be repeating of course..."

He trailed off, freezing above above her, hand still stuck knuckle-deep in her open leg joint. He had the momentary, irrational urge to jerk his hand away. Optimus could feel the heat coming off her from those usually hidden, priming systems.

Optics wide, his couldn't decide if it was her tempting valve or...impressive spike he should focus on first.


"...oh."

Give him a minute. He might need a reboot.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She was hard-pressed not to laugh. Shaking her helm slowly, she trailed a hand down one of his arms to rest it above the hand that had his fingers inside her hip-joint, rubbing the fingers and then trailing around to squeeze his wrist.

"Quite a few things, depending on what you find... interesting, or fun, or, well... arouses you," Elita said with a tilt her her helm, glancing from her own equipment up to Optimus' optics.

"Or would you prefer hardline?" Her other hand brushed against a nearly-invisible panel near her neck, where normal medical interface ports were, as well as regular communications uplinks... as well as other, more specialized cables rested, hidden just as the interfacing equipment had been.

[ichooseboth]

"No-!" Optimus immediately shook his head at the idea, processor quietly restarting itself with a low hum. All of his previous calm, blown away.

"No, that...isn't... I'm fine with this, really. Not that I...have much of any particular preference yet anyway."

Antennae twitching erratically, he withdrew his fingers from her thigh, hesitantly placing them at the base of her spike instead. Spike, or valve. He didn't yet dare to delve in blindly, so instead he ran a cautious, curious finger gently up the curve of her spike, testing.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Unable to stop her laughter, Elita nodded and reached out to squeeze the wheel set in his shoulder.

"Calm, Optimus. I didn't---ah." Elita shook her helm, amusement sharing space with the tickling pleasure accompanying the hesitant slide up her spike. Her hips tilted automatically into the touch, the faintest of charge being stirred by the caress, which drew more of her arousal-charge from her spark chamber's circuitry downwards.

"Mean it as an either or. We could do both, or either. And, mmm, we could find out which you'd prefer... Including what I want to do to you later," Elita said with a smile that held an edge, optics glowing with a sparkle to them as the hand she's had at his wheel trailed down along his frame to brush against his own interface - slightly below the housing for his spike, though - before she settled back again, stretched out and open.

Was he open already? I can't find it if so >>

[ichooseboth]

He almost pouted at the laughter, barely retaining his dignity at the last moment, though the embarrassment of being laughed at 'in the berth' retained some of its sting.

Not that his answering moan of want and appreciation both was any more dignified, but it was certainly better than the first option. And she was touching him in this option! The mention of her eventual intent was either misinterpreted or momentarily forgotten altogether, as the contact and his own explorations were excellent distractions. Optimus' own panel itched to retract- but he still a fraction too embarrassed to follow through.

"I- Hnrhn. Elita..."

Optimus shivered, fingers shaking briefly before he recovered his touch to Elita's spike, testing the charged metal with a firmer grip than before.

"How would we manage both? Especially here?" he wondered, referring to the oil bath itself. His vents had gone breathy as his internal fans picked up speed, unable to look away from the sight thoughtfully splayed out for him.

;D Nope indeed.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She hummed, the charge jumping at his firmer grip on her spike, and while she noticed the hesitation to bare his own interfacing equipment, Elita let it be for the moment. They had, surprisingly enough, time to let him do things at his own pace... including getting over embarrassment over baring intimiate and specialized equipment.

"I think you'd be surprised at what could be done, where, Optimus, but it might be better if we concentrate on one thing at a time," Elita said with a nod, realizing she might have been slightly too hasty in suggesting such a thing.

She rolled her hips slowly even as he held her spike, enjoying the faintly static friction of thin, circuit-rife metal against firmer metal, arching her back into the touch. Her hand did, nonetheless, trail down again to brush fingers over his still-closed panel, teasing.

;D

[ichooseboth]

Focusing on Elita, Optimus was able to shift his hold on her spike to a more thorough grip. He'd....touched his own often often enough to manage a good hold now that he was dealing with his anxiousness, but touching another's spike, this one smaller and more finely tooled to suit Elita's frame, was a different experience altogether.

"...Would I now?"

He chuckled a bit, glancing up at her as his large fingers slid carefully along the overlapping panels that allowed a spike to extend. The charge made his fingers tingle, and did what he could to return the charge right back at her.

Of course, her own touch at his panel, unexpected but certainly not unwelcome, was more than he could handle. It finally snapped open, drawing a half-startled grunt of relief, spike extending out to full length.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She chuckled softly, a thrum of sub-audible frequencies added and she answered the question with a smile and nod only, optics flickering at the friction Optimus' more firmer grasp was stirring.

Thrusting shallowly back into his touch, the mirrored charge playing lightly between his fingers and her spike, Elita stroked the arm her free hand was resting against. Sliding a single finger up along Optimus' spike, she paused at the tip and gave a single tap, before she trailed down again... and then continued down.

The only hesitation was within Elita's processor, and it was merely to deliberate if he was ready... Even if she was unaware of what Optimus had been taught by the Senate concerning his and any smaller partner's relative proper positions... She knew well that most who had a smaller pool of experience to draw from usually went with exploring their spike first.

But there was nothing wrong with laying the foundation, as it were. Digging her fingers into his elbow-joint, feeling the charge gather and pool along spike, within valve and around her spark chamber, Elita traced the rim of Optimus' valve, finger barely dipping inside, before she wandered upwards again and gave a single, firm stroke to his spike.

[ichooseboth]

"O-oh..."

Optimus shuddered over top of Elita, armor rattling as he fought the sudden wave of pleasure shooting through him, making him weak. The touch against his spike was exquisite, and he groaned shamelessly at the tap on his spike tip, entire frame jerking.

"...Elita..."

The touch to his valve, however, made him freeze. Not just because of the sharp, completely different form of pleasure the touch evoked, but because of the completely unexpected nature of it as well. This sort of 'reverse' treatement never came up in his Council-mandated files, and even within his own steamy holopads, involving his own valve in interfacing was the height of kinky ideas.

But it felt too damn good to object, and Optimus merely slumped slightly against Elita, head against her neck, hips tilting reluctantly into the touch as he mouthed at her shoulder. His own hand at her spike twitched, eager and confused all at once.

[invisiblepinkboat]

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.

[ichooseboth]

"...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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

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.