![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM
Who: ALL ROBOTS.
Where: THE FORUM
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
What: ROBOT PROM
Warnings: teenagers making out, galvatron doing his thing, a throwdown between first aid and tarn over sixshot. usual prom shit.
ROBOT PROM
the punch has been spiked, the music is whatever they could scrape together, and there’s bleachers to make out behind. takes place OUTSIDE in the forum so there's plenty of space and people can easily crash it.
prom king is optimus prime, prom queen is pipes.
please behave as irresponsibly as you would at real prom.
comment around, mingle, you all know the drill.
Where: THE FORUM
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
What: ROBOT PROM
Warnings: teenagers making out, galvatron doing his thing, a throwdown between first aid and tarn over sixshot. usual prom shit.
the punch has been spiked, the music is whatever they could scrape together, and there’s bleachers to make out behind. takes place OUTSIDE in the forum so there's plenty of space and people can easily crash it.
prom king is optimus prime, prom queen is pipes.
please behave as irresponsibly as you would at real prom.
comment around, mingle, you all know the drill.
no subject
Primus, Rampage is a quick learner. Probably just the base programming that came with the equipment directing him to rut though. Whatever, First Aid found it good enough to gasp and arch under the huge mech as his cord slides between his legs, making a sticky mess of his playing.
His calipers clench around Rampage's fingers, rippling as they push deep, and First Aid's visor streams tears of light as he squirms and bucks beneath him. His hands, which had been clawing uselessly at the ground curl to stroke and rub the head of the crab mech's cock as his hips grind forward.
"Harder!" he moans, his own spike throbbing between his belly and Rampage's heavy cord. "Oh, Primus. You feel so good."