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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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.