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]

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.

[ichooseboth]

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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

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.

[ichooseboth]

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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

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.

[ichooseboth]

"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.

[invisiblepinkboat]

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.