[IDW] A Happy Bottom - Optimus
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dracoqueen22a/n: This is very much AU with no semblance of timeline. It's just an excuse to write porn with Rodimus. Enjoy! Oh, and NSFW.
Title: A Happy Bottom
Universe: IDW, More Than Meets the Eye
Characters: Rodimus, Lost Light Ensemble
Rating: M
Warnings: sticky, chains/bondage, blindfolds, hand jobs, power exchange, BDSM themes, dirty talk
Description: He may be the one on his knees, legs spread, and at their mercy. But Rodimus knows who really has the power here, and it's not the one holding his leash.
His fingers wrapped around the chains, taking some of the weight off his wrists. His knees trembled. His valve cycled, forcing drips of lubricant down onto the spike within inches of piercing him. He could feel the heat of the mech beneath him, the rumble of the berth beneath his knees.
He couldn't see his partner, but there was no mistaking that field. There was no mech who felt like this, one who simultaneously left Rodimus feeling both in awe and inadequate. It had taken time to get to this point, where he could wait here, on the cusp of pleasure, and not feel as if he ought to surrender because he was supposed to.
The hands on his hips held him in place, fingers gripping, just strong enough to give warning to his armor. They were so much larger, cradling him and Rodimus moaned. He hadn't been told to keep silent. Or still.
He wriggled.
The dark chuckle wrapped around his audials, provoking another shiver.
“You have no patience,” Optimus murmured.
“Never been my strong suit,” Rodimus agreed and he tried to rock down, catching the tip of Optimus' spike against the rim of his valve before it was gone again. A frustrated cry escaped him.
Optimus chuckled. He shifted beneath Rodimus, the rustle of his plating an audible tease. His fingers flexed on Rodimus' hips. His spike nudged a little higher, teasing the rim of his valve, the head of it brushing Rodimus' anterior node.
He whimpered. He honest to Primus whimpered.
“Evil,” Rodimus accused. Not even Megatron was this much of a tease.
One hand left his hip and then Rodimus' spike was encased in large, warm fingers. He moaned, bucking forward into the grip.
“If I were truly evil, I'd leave you here like this,” Optimus said with a long, slow pull of his hand that had Rodimus shaking and transfluid dripping from his spike. “I still could.”
Rodimus groaned and licked his lips, hoping to entice Optimus to not do such a cruel thing. “No, no. You're nice. You're great. You're the most generous mech I know.” He gave his most winning smile, the same one that got him out of paperwork with Ultra Magnus and convinced Swerve to let him have free drinks for life.
“That bucket of slag work on Magnus?” Optimus asked, but his hand squeezed Rodimus' spike just right and his spike nudged at Rodimus' valve, bathing the tip in Rodimus' lubricant.
Optimus was obviously the Prime of self-control. Ha, ha.
“Sometimes,” Rodimus panted and bucked his hips, his plating starting to clatter. Heat forced his armor to flare. “Come on, Optimus. Let me make you feel good. You know I can.”
“I do. I also enjoy the sound of you begging.”
Rodimus huffed a laugh. “I can beg real nice.”
“I know you can.”
There was a rattle and a light thump before Rodimus abruptly dropped by an inch. His valve caught Optimus' spike and it slipped in, just the studded head. The first ring of calipers in Rodimus' valve latched on to it, refusing to let go.
Rodimus moaned, his helm tipping forward. His valve rippled around the spike. He pulsed in Optimus' hand, a spurt of transfluid landing somewhere on Optimus' chest no doubt.
“You want me to beg? I can beg,” Rodimus insisted, his thighs trembling. “Please, Optimus. Please frag me. Please fill me with your spike and overload inside me. Fill me up so deep that you're dripping out of me for days no matter how much I clean.”
Optmus' engine revved and Rodimus barely kept from smirking. He knew Optimus would like the sound of that. At least, judging by his suddenly ragged ventilations and spiking energy field.
“You,” Optimus said with another rattling rustle that dropped Rodimus another glorious inch, “are a brat.”
Rodimus grinned, smug, his hips rolling over all that delicious spike in his valve. “Why don't you spank me then?”
“Hah. You'd deserve it.”
He rocked into Optimus' hand, savoring the rhythmic squeeze of those large fingers. “You could also,” he purred, “take me hard. Right here and right now. That would show me.” His valve rippled.
Optimus chuckled. “I'm sure it would.” He circled his hips, spike stirring in Rodimus' valve, dancing over all of his internal sensors. “You'd love every nanoklik of it.”
Rodimus moaned. “I would.” His arms shook. His hips pushed down, frustrated and desperate. “Come on, Optimus. Not even Megatron makes me wait like this.”
“Is that supposed to be a challenge?”
Rodimus cocked him a smirk. “I dunno. Is it working?”
The chains rattled and Rodimus yelped as he dropped the rest of the way, the spike filling him all the way to his ceiling node. He whined and clenched down hard, rocking on Optimus' spike. Yes. That's what he was talking about.
“I guess it did,” he panted.
“You,” Optimus growled in a tone that vibrated straight to Rodimus' spark, “are incorrigible.”
“That's,” Rodimus panted in return, knowing just what button to push, “what Megatron says, too.”
It was all he could do to hold on to the chains as Optimus fragged him raw.
-END-
a/n: More updates to come! I'm rather enjoying this series. :D
Coming up next: Perceptor!
Title: A Happy Bottom
Universe: IDW, More Than Meets the Eye
Characters: Rodimus, Lost Light Ensemble
Rating: M
Warnings: sticky, chains/bondage, blindfolds, hand jobs, power exchange, BDSM themes, dirty talk
Description: He may be the one on his knees, legs spread, and at their mercy. But Rodimus knows who really has the power here, and it's not the one holding his leash.
~ Optimus Prime ~
His fingers wrapped around the chains, taking some of the weight off his wrists. His knees trembled. His valve cycled, forcing drips of lubricant down onto the spike within inches of piercing him. He could feel the heat of the mech beneath him, the rumble of the berth beneath his knees.
He couldn't see his partner, but there was no mistaking that field. There was no mech who felt like this, one who simultaneously left Rodimus feeling both in awe and inadequate. It had taken time to get to this point, where he could wait here, on the cusp of pleasure, and not feel as if he ought to surrender because he was supposed to.
The hands on his hips held him in place, fingers gripping, just strong enough to give warning to his armor. They were so much larger, cradling him and Rodimus moaned. He hadn't been told to keep silent. Or still.
He wriggled.
The dark chuckle wrapped around his audials, provoking another shiver.
“You have no patience,” Optimus murmured.
“Never been my strong suit,” Rodimus agreed and he tried to rock down, catching the tip of Optimus' spike against the rim of his valve before it was gone again. A frustrated cry escaped him.
Optimus chuckled. He shifted beneath Rodimus, the rustle of his plating an audible tease. His fingers flexed on Rodimus' hips. His spike nudged a little higher, teasing the rim of his valve, the head of it brushing Rodimus' anterior node.
He whimpered. He honest to Primus whimpered.
“Evil,” Rodimus accused. Not even Megatron was this much of a tease.
One hand left his hip and then Rodimus' spike was encased in large, warm fingers. He moaned, bucking forward into the grip.
“If I were truly evil, I'd leave you here like this,” Optimus said with a long, slow pull of his hand that had Rodimus shaking and transfluid dripping from his spike. “I still could.”
Rodimus groaned and licked his lips, hoping to entice Optimus to not do such a cruel thing. “No, no. You're nice. You're great. You're the most generous mech I know.” He gave his most winning smile, the same one that got him out of paperwork with Ultra Magnus and convinced Swerve to let him have free drinks for life.
“That bucket of slag work on Magnus?” Optimus asked, but his hand squeezed Rodimus' spike just right and his spike nudged at Rodimus' valve, bathing the tip in Rodimus' lubricant.
Optimus was obviously the Prime of self-control. Ha, ha.
“Sometimes,” Rodimus panted and bucked his hips, his plating starting to clatter. Heat forced his armor to flare. “Come on, Optimus. Let me make you feel good. You know I can.”
“I do. I also enjoy the sound of you begging.”
Rodimus huffed a laugh. “I can beg real nice.”
“I know you can.”
There was a rattle and a light thump before Rodimus abruptly dropped by an inch. His valve caught Optimus' spike and it slipped in, just the studded head. The first ring of calipers in Rodimus' valve latched on to it, refusing to let go.
Rodimus moaned, his helm tipping forward. His valve rippled around the spike. He pulsed in Optimus' hand, a spurt of transfluid landing somewhere on Optimus' chest no doubt.
“You want me to beg? I can beg,” Rodimus insisted, his thighs trembling. “Please, Optimus. Please frag me. Please fill me with your spike and overload inside me. Fill me up so deep that you're dripping out of me for days no matter how much I clean.”
Optmus' engine revved and Rodimus barely kept from smirking. He knew Optimus would like the sound of that. At least, judging by his suddenly ragged ventilations and spiking energy field.
“You,” Optimus said with another rattling rustle that dropped Rodimus another glorious inch, “are a brat.”
Rodimus grinned, smug, his hips rolling over all that delicious spike in his valve. “Why don't you spank me then?”
“Hah. You'd deserve it.”
He rocked into Optimus' hand, savoring the rhythmic squeeze of those large fingers. “You could also,” he purred, “take me hard. Right here and right now. That would show me.” His valve rippled.
Optimus chuckled. “I'm sure it would.” He circled his hips, spike stirring in Rodimus' valve, dancing over all of his internal sensors. “You'd love every nanoklik of it.”
Rodimus moaned. “I would.” His arms shook. His hips pushed down, frustrated and desperate. “Come on, Optimus. Not even Megatron makes me wait like this.”
“Is that supposed to be a challenge?”
Rodimus cocked him a smirk. “I dunno. Is it working?”
The chains rattled and Rodimus yelped as he dropped the rest of the way, the spike filling him all the way to his ceiling node. He whined and clenched down hard, rocking on Optimus' spike. Yes. That's what he was talking about.
“I guess it did,” he panted.
“You,” Optimus growled in a tone that vibrated straight to Rodimus' spark, “are incorrigible.”
“That's,” Rodimus panted in return, knowing just what button to push, “what Megatron says, too.”
It was all he could do to hold on to the chains as Optimus fragged him raw.
-END-
a/n: More updates to come! I'm rather enjoying this series. :D
Coming up next: Perceptor!
