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FUCK THE TRUCK

WHO: Optimus Prime and WHOEVER
WHERE: City and BEYOND
WHEN: SEX POLLEN TIME
WHAT: This is what you wanted guys the chance to fuck Optimus Fucking Prime. Non smut is available too.
WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT TRUCK FUCKIN

[AROUND THE CITY.]

Something felt off, but it's one of those things where you don't really -know- what's off. You wake up one day and suddenly..you're far more energetic and restless than usual. And it's enough for Optimus to go out and about to wander. Not that it's doing much good--the exercise (if you can call it that) and the change of visual stimuli doesn't do a thing to calm his behavior.

What was this feeling?

It's arousal, Optimus. You know, that thing you absolutely NEVER FEEL because you legit forgot what it's like to do the do.

[WILDCARD]

[I legit forgot all my prompts so if you have something you want to do I'm totally okay with this.]

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There's something to be said about spending alone time with Ironhide too. It hasn't occurred to him just how...distant he's been with everyone lately. But Ironhide had always been there for him.

And loyalty like that stirred something in his spark.

He's surprised by the amount of energy Ironhide's exerting. It's like he's...young again.

"Hmm. No, I agree. It's not bad it's...exciting."

Have you ever heard the word 'exciting' out of Optimus's mouth? Probably not.

Always there for him -- always willing to be there for him. This is nothing new. Nothing he wouldn't do, even if he weren't... excited. Because that's the word for it. Definitely the word for it.

He's got the door, and holds out a hand to Optimus, beckoning, just short of tugging him in with him. It's not a big area. No one's been using it as a house or anything like that. Just an empty room with a few collapsed pillars.

But right now, in Ironhide's mind, this is a fancy hotel room. Just because Prime is here in it. He grins at him, all adoration and spark-skipping excitement.

"Yeah. It... that's the word for it." A beat, before he adds, his engine sputtering. "... Kind of a real good look on you."

If Optimus could be flustered, his ears would be turning pink. But that's stupid because he's a robot, although the affection still applies. He's led in, almost tugged by Ironhide as he sizes up the room.

Not that he was going to judge. It's not like there's hotel rooms around. It was nice, in his eyes. And it helped with Ironhide in here with him. His eyes turn to the Autobot in question, softening.

"You flatter me, Ironhide." It's humbled, as he walks over, tilting his chin up with his finger.

"Not trying to. Just... telling you the truth."

He doesn't resist when his chin is lifted. Following the indicated motion. His hands hover for a second, before they come to rest on Prime's hips. Easier that way. The closest thing he can reach. Letting his fingers run along the bits of paneling.

His optics never once leaving Prime's. Adoringly.

"I always... y'know. Felt like this."

"...Ironhide..."

He notices that adoring look like a punch to the face. Noticing how it'd always been there throughout the years. How could he have been so blind to that kind of devotion? He'd given everything for him.

Optimus knew that too. He just didn't know how much 'everything' was. He can't draw his gaze away.

"Please. Will you show me how you feel?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I..."

He can't speak anymore. He just strains upward, as tall as he can, to try and plant a kiss on that chest. Right over the spark. It's not a proper kiss. There's a faceplate in the way, and height differences are a little challenging. So he'll do his best.

Though his hands do a lot of roaming. Everywhere it's not right to kiss right now. Wandering over Optimus' plating, his own frame shifting closer to Prime, his gaze never once leaving the larger bot.

He's been devoted to him for so long, doing anything but lavishing attention on him now feels... wrong. So he won't. He'll give Optimus his full attention.

The kiss earns a groan out of Optimus already, as if he'd been prepared this whole time, and only needed one small start to get the fire going. It's gentle across his chest, and those fingers are deft at finding sensitive seams. It doesn't take long for his own arms to travel to Ironhide's plating in return, securing him in that position. One lifts, though, to remove that faceplate, tossing it to the side the moment it's unclasped.

He'd find it later. Right now, his mouth had other uses, and that includes nudging the bot's head up with his own and planting one right on those scarred lips.

Lips he should have kissed ages ago, if his memory serves.

There's no need for words, just feeling as he grips tightly on that plating and presses that kiss as hard as it'll go. He swears he can feel their teeth knocking against each other, and maybe even pushing them against a wall from eagerness.

There's a lot of pent up emotion.

He was fighting a lot of those feelings. Even against the pollen. Fighting the feeling of need, the feeling of Right as his hands press into his Prime's plating, stroking every warm seam. Probing at wiring.

Ironhide really, really does not expect the sound of the faceplate hitting the floor. For a moment, all he can do is stare up at Optimus in wonder. His expression borderline enraptured. As if he's looking at something holy, instead of just Prime's true face.

After everything he's gone through, he doesn't think he has it in him to melt into a kiss the way he does. His body all but molding itself to Optimus'. Sinking in against him with a rev of his engine. It's pure surrender. Soft sounds and scarred fingers catching on every piece of armor.

So when his back goes clang against a wall, he doesn't protest. Just hooks a thick, sturdy leg around one of Prime's, and kisses him back for all he's worth.

The kiss...Optimus is practically drowning in it. With Ironhide's passion matching his own, and the way he seems to buckle into it...it's hard not to get swept away. Knowing that you missed out on this, missed all the signs. His legs brace him to keep him from falling, Hands pressed firmly against those shoulders as their noses brush, his tongue running along those lips.

To just once feel like you're wanted in return.

His optics dim as his mouth hungrily grips at those lips, soft revving noises underneath as he puts his body flush against the other. Warm plating meets warm plating, and energy feeds off energy.

He's never wanted something so bad in his life.

Of course he's wanted. Optimus Prime is the greatest good anyone could ever hope to meet, let alone touch. Or... kiss. As the case currently may be. Feeling him this way, knowing he approves of this, wants this, is like some kind of religious experience.

Not that he's going to be reserved about it. Not at all. His engine revs sharply, low and hard enough to shake the ground they stand on. He matches Prime, kiss for kiss, scraping teeth over lips. If Prime wants it, then, damn it, he's going to give his all.

He's not the best at this. His movements are rough, a little jerky, out of practice. But his hands run along Prime's body, eager to learn, and prove himself.

While he would disagree with Ironhide's opinion of him (and everyone else probaby would too, given his reputation), Optimus will let it slide this once. It's completely the pollen working on his mind by now, letting any doubts or personal hang ups fall limp in favour of this feeling.

Ironhide's rough movements are perfect in his mind, matching his own brash, but surprisingly delicate movements. His lips brush down his jawline, moving towards those neck cables as he tilts his head to accomodate.

His hands? They're working their way down his sides, pulling up Ironhide's hips. Maybe even slightly off the ground.

If it ever came up, there is no chance Ironhide would sway on his opinion. Not in the least. But it's not important now. All that's important is the contact and the feeling. Knowing he's here with Optimus Prime, when he thought he'd never see him again, let alone ...

Kiss him. Touch him. Be with him. Like a fantasy come to life.

He's only too happy to move for Prime's need. Shuddering a bit, a pleased sound low in his throat while his engine revs between them. He shifts his weight, that leg wrapping around Prime's and helping to hoist him up into his hands. All but grinding against him.

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