FUCK THE TRUCK

[optout]

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.]

Comments

[arnhaid]

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.

[optout]

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.

[arnhaid]

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.