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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 almost no room for talking. Optimus needs this, and he's not going to let go anytime soon. He feels the engine press against his own--so much more powerful, and with a certain youth that he forgot had existed. One that was certainly four million years old. It was nice, and it made him feel just as young. For a split second, Orion Pax was back, the same fire in those eyes that had existed when he was just a cop of Rodion.

Lips travel down Roller's jawline, completely at the bot's mercy since he's the one being held. A whisper of...almost pleading.

"Find us somewhere."

And quick.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Barely even once. The urgent whisper, the press of mouth and body against his own... it's all he can do to stay on his feet. Who'd have ever thought he'd be this easy to sway? So easy to win over.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't want this. That he hadn't laid awake nights thinking about it. That suddenly the awkward years between them don't seem to exist anymore.

He could have cried, if his body weren't so interested in other activities.

No time to waste. He promptly scoops the smaller bot up into his arms, never once breaking contact, letting their bodies pull apart. The place he's been holed up in isn't far. And he makes a beeline for it, all but kicking the door open in his haste -- as if his old partner might change his mind if they wait too long.

Optimus would be lying if he said he didn't think about it in the back of his mind. For all that he didn't know about romance, Roller often took up his thoughts at night, wishing he was okay, thinking what he'd say of his actions. Ask him silently while looking at the stars....what would you do?

But none of that mattered now. All he wanted was to experience what he couldn' t have back home. What he was too stupid to realize…

Being lifted up was strange. He knew his size all too well, and never before had this been the case. Roller was special in that he'd been the only one to literally take Optimus into his arms and carry him. And for now, he'll allow it. Because his decision-making is quite honestly shot, and coated in pollen.

With the door open, he wastes no time in searching for those lips again.

If he knew that, well. He would have made a move -- not sooner. More like, made a move at all. He knew about the infatuation with Shockwave, and just... stood aside. Shoved his own feelings under a rug. Easier for everyone that way.

... and then everything went downhill, as far as he could tell.

Now there's nothing to hold him back. Nothing to tell him this is a bad idea. Nothing to stop him from holding the smaller frame tighter and closer and mashing his mouth back against his partner's with urgency. Even if there hadn't been pollen involved, if Pax kissed him like that...

He would never have held back.

So he doesn't. They're inside, and there's a cobbled-together couch he's dropping down on, pulling Pax on top of him, his hands dragging up and down his partner's thighs, never once breaking the kiss. All eager movements and needy engine sounds.

And thus, the kiss isn't broken, and while it's the first time that Optimus has ever lied on top of someone, let along bigger than him, it doesn't matter. Not when those hands brush against his thighs like that. It's sensitive, as he's not used to such gentle touch.

Especially there.

His hips shift into those hands, his own coming up to cup Roller's face as that kiss is prolonged. Wondering just how long they can keep this up before something happens. Because it's only a matter of time.

His ears flick, adjusting themselves as he turns his head. Engine revving and needy for the attention.

His hands don't stop moving. Thumbs digging into seams, dragging along them, anything to keep his hands touching his partner. Urging him closer, holding those hips and pressing them to his own, sharply. His big engine churns, hard and loud, to rattle the couch and their frames.

It really is just a matter of time. The more he touches, the longer the kiss goes on, the harder it is to keep from squirming desperately under him.

For someone so big, it's laughable how quickly he'll come undone.

He only breaks the kiss long enough for a quick, needy sound, a plea -- "I need you." Before he's back to planting kisses along his partner's mouth, neck. Teeth scraping over metal.

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