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[ open ] IN MY DAY
Who: Galvatron and open
Where: Deceptibase, around the city??
When: pollen times
What: Galvatron being old and judgmental and horny
Warnings: NSFW and violence??
This heat coiling through him is becoming infuriating. At first Galvatron didn't mind the pleasant buzz of charge and warmth pooling through his frame, finding it nostalgic of a time when he was young and Cybertron was still active with its whims, but after enough time of being aroused constantly even he was beginning to find it a nuisance. Pleasure by himself wasn't as satisfying and there were few on this planet he has desire to lie with; they were too soft, too stupid, too organic.
After a while the frustration turns into aimless anger, Galvatron's already short temper is exacerbated by the sexual frustration. Between rounds of self pleasure that gave him no satisfaction, he roams the corridors of the new 'Decepticon' base, looking for other ways to vent his restlessness. He thirsts for a good fight-- these mechs were soft and sparring ended quickly, but it was something to keep his mind off the endless boredom and charge rippling through his frame.
Where: Deceptibase, around the city??
When: pollen times
What: Galvatron being old and judgmental and horny
Warnings: NSFW and violence??
This heat coiling through him is becoming infuriating. At first Galvatron didn't mind the pleasant buzz of charge and warmth pooling through his frame, finding it nostalgic of a time when he was young and Cybertron was still active with its whims, but after enough time of being aroused constantly even he was beginning to find it a nuisance. Pleasure by himself wasn't as satisfying and there were few on this planet he has desire to lie with; they were too soft, too stupid, too organic.
After a while the frustration turns into aimless anger, Galvatron's already short temper is exacerbated by the sexual frustration. Between rounds of self pleasure that gave him no satisfaction, he roams the corridors of the new 'Decepticon' base, looking for other ways to vent his restlessness. He thirsts for a good fight-- these mechs were soft and sparring ended quickly, but it was something to keep his mind off the endless boredom and charge rippling through his frame.
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For a moment he thinks he will make it without incident, wanting nothing more than to seclude himself and spend the rest of the evening self servicing in peace. However, as he turns a corner he finds himself face to face with Galvatron.
The resigned sigh that escapes him sounds only slightly like a whine as he smells the charge rolling off the warrior.
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Of most of the young mech's he could run into Tarn wasn't the worst. He could throw him around for fun and he probably wouldn't whine too much.
"Tetrahex! You reek of sex."
Was he going to avoid that topic? Nah. Tarn was a mess and that was doing it for Galvatron pretty well. He reaches out, curling his hand around the tank's neck and pushes him back.
"No control. So disappointing. Surely you have more willpower to combat the urges of your body, don't you?"
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Tarn doesn’t struggle as the warlord wraps his hand around his throat. The pressure helps to ground him as he allows himself to be pushed back a few steps. He can’t bring himself to be embarrassed by the context of the situation. Any shame that he had already was ripped from him when he allowed himself to be dominated by an Autobot
“This fever is strong. Fighting it only worsens the effects. It is…persistent.”
Galvatron’s charge is suffocating. He finds himself panting for air beneath the stuffy confines of his mask.
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"That's not your name."
Galvatron pulls Tarn closer to him, just enough he can vent in the smell of his charge and his arousal, the red glow in his optics brightening. He rumbles with a low chuckle, his lips curling into a pleased smile.
"It's your body. Does it control you or do you control it? Seize what you want, but don't let it do it for you."
He lets go of the tank's neck, then smacks his hand down on his shoulder with a hard clank. Galvatron chuckles again, his field rippling with his own arousal, but it's tense.
"Did you have others to rely on for relief before?"
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“Yes, self serving doesn’t seem to have the same effect as traditional interfacing…a partner is typically ideal.”
He finds himself unable to look away from the amused glow of Galvatron’s optics. Tarn’s own arousal causes him to shift on his feet as he subtly evaluates the warlord’s frame. It's broad, and powerful, and exactly what Tarn needs at the moment.
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And old. Over ten million years means a lot of practice, doesn't it? Galvatron pretends not to notice those roaming optics, averting his away to look out around the hallway as the other mech focuses on him. His hand remains clamped on Tarn's shoulder steering him around by it as he turns which way and that as he looks around.
"But even in these times not just any mech will do."
At least not for Galvatron. Fucking most of the mechs on this planet was unappealing. There were few that seemed worthy. Tarn wasn't exactly the top of his list, but he would work well enough.
"In my youth we would fight to burn charge. Those still living would then sometimes move onto more carnal activities. Orgies, Tesarus. If you could have seen them..."
He sighs wistfully.
"Participating was even better."
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He decides to let the incorrect name slide this time. It’s not worth the struggle.
“If you are willing, I would love a demonstration.” Tarn decides that Galvatron would probably appreciate that he be upfront about his desires.
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"Better. You've still got some ways to go in regards to pursuing what you want. You're part of a legacy of conquerers." The warlord leans in, his lips brushing against the rim of Tarn's audio. "I didn't ask the Primes nicely."
Galvatron's field ripples with arousal and he briefly considers telling Tarn to bring him somewhere more private, but after some thought he finds he doesn't care who might come upon him. If anything he'd be doing them a favor. Not every mech could be graced with the full view of his impressive array.
He sinks down, hands trailing over Tarn's hips as he gets onto his knees between the tank's legs, and then slides them over the hot metal to his inner thighs. Galvatron traces the seams, gathering oil over the tips of his thumbs, then digs them in as he parts Tarn's legs wider for him.
"Open for me. Show me how much you want this."
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Briefly, Tarn looks down the hall towards his room. Should he suggest they find more private accommodations? Right now, he isn’t sure how much he cares. especially not when Galvatron’s weight is pinning him so perfectly against this wall. Why would he want to move? His valve clenches beneath his panel, desperate for any stimulation.
Those thoughts quickly flee as Glavatron kneels between his thighs. His mouth goes dry as his array slips open to the warlord’s mercy, a bead of lubricant slipping from his charge swollen folds. He groans lowly in appreciation of the frame between his thighs, stroking and skirting along his partner’s spark.
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Tarn's silent obedience is enough for Galvatron. He typically enjoyed a more vocal response, but the sight of a swollen and ready valve had his engine purring in response. He leans up to drag the tip of his tongue over the folds, collecting the beading lubricant and swallowing.
The thumb of Tarn's voice makes Galvatron pause, his spark throbbing with arousal, and despite the pleasant ripple of charge through his frame he snarls. Arousal didn't automatically mean approval; it felt wrong. No mech should be able to manipulate his body without touching it. An abomination like that wouldn't have gone unchecked in his time. The warlord digs his fingers into Tarn's hip, leaving dents.
"Don't use your trick on me, mech. Keep it under control or you won't be enjoying this."
Galvatron's temper is hard for him to wrangle and he vents hard, optics blazing with intense offense as he looks up at Tarn. It takes him a full several moments to calm enough to press his lips back to the wet fold of Tarn's valve, sucking at the exterior node before pushing his tongue up to part the lips and circle the rim of his opening.
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Tarn is taken aback; typically that little trick has the opposite reaction…
“As you wish.”
He will try, or certain; although, he’s never been told to hold back during an activity like this. His body tenses, preparing to defend itself if Galvatron chooses to strike out. However, as the mech bows back down to continue his ministrations, mouth sealing over the swollen mesh of his valve, his find himself slowly relaxing back into the feeling. After a few moments, he even finds himself grinding down against Galvatron’s tongue.
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Much better. Galvatron enjoys obedience as much as he likes a reactive berth partner, and Tarn was fulfilling both those desires. The warm, thick lubricant rolling over his tongue makes the arousal building in his spark swell enough the thrum of its pulse was audible and his spike, trying to pressurize, presses hard against his closed panel.
He strokes his hands down Tarn's hips, then hooks one hand under the mech's thigh and hikes it up, spreading his legs open a bit more for his bulk to fit between and exposing the wet mound. He sucks gently at the nub, applying just a little bit of teeth, and Galvatron pushes forward so that Tarn's knee can rest against his shoulder and free both his hands again.
"Does being exposed excite you?"
Anyone could walk down this hallway and see Galvatron between Tarn's legs, his lips pressed against the hot, soft opening of his valve. He doesn't wait for Tarn's answer before he wets his fingers in his lubricant and circles around his opening, pressing just slightly inside.
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He writhes as the pollen's heat consumes him, erasing the world around them. He hears the words being spoken to him and tries to consider his answer. Tarn has never thought about exhibitionism on length before...it's never seemed pertinent or even remotely an option to acknowledge. But, even as Glavatron teases him with the concept, Tarn only becomes wetter.
"Ah--Yes..." The admission comes out as a low groan as those talented fingers begin to press just inside his soft opening. "Please, Galvatron..." He tries to move against them, wanting them deeper as the warlord sucks and nips at his swollen anterior node.
lets get this train wreck rollin
He's a creature of habit, however, and he'd stuck to the crater; his preferred Brooding Spot. Right at the top of a big ass cliff. A good tactical choice for wanting to avoid people, clearly.
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Look at that giant golden nerd on top of that cliff. What does he think he's doing? Looking for a punching, that's what.
Galvatron just does what comes naturally when he's restless and frustrated: he goes to pick a fight. Sentinel just looks like the best opportunity for that since he's helpfully out in the open.
Sentinel will get a lesson now that some tanks can fly, since Galvatron sets down heavily behind the golden mech without climbing that cliff.
"Is the view that interesting?"
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"Not even close."
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Yeah, Sentinel. You shouldn't keep your back to a potential enemy. Galvatron is up in his personal space mere seconds later, standing behind him close enough to be uncomfortable.
"The smell in the air reminds me of my youth when Cybertron was still young."
There was a lot of fucking. Many baby robots were just learning all the fun stuff they could eat, inhale, or inject to make them trip balls.
"You wouldn't know. Too young."
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"Congratulations on being entirely too ancient," he says, optics narrowing. This guy is weird, what the hell does he want? "Did you stop by for me to applaud you?"
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I hope Sentinel likes turning to look directly at crotch because that's how close Galvatron is to his face. He unfortunately doesn't like the mech's tone at all, so he reaches to grab that huge gold headfin and yank it.
"I'm intrigued by mech's apparent unmoved by the world around them. Are they oblivious are strong? I'm less inclined to speak and more likely to throw you off this cliff now though."
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"Throwing me off the cliff will certainly show me how much more advanced you are." he says, trying to shift slightly so his robot spine isn't bent awkwardly.