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Advent Adventures - Day 8, 9, 10
Wow. I got really really behind. T^T
Day 8
Characters: Soundwave/Perceptor
Rating:NC17
Notes: Inappropriate use of SCIENCE.
Day 9
Characters: Megatron, Optimus Prime
Rating: PG
Optimus loved going over to Megatron’s apartment, if for the sole reason that the gray warlord had leather furniture.
Or more specifically, a leather armchair recliner.
It was all specially made, and worth a HECK of a lot, but that wasn’t really why Optimus cared about it.
He liked the smell. Something he would never admit to anyone, ever. The scent wafted over his chemical receptors, oral lubricant gathering slightly in the bottom of his mouth as he carefully lowered himself down into the chair. Being ever mindful of catching the material between seams or pressing against it too hard, because he really didn’t want to have to buy a new one, and Megatron would certainly make him if Optimus ruined this one.
Blue optics offlined in bliss, a sigh coming from his mouth as he relaxed, waiting for Megatron to come back from ‘escorting’ Soundwave home.
Now, if he could only convince the Decepticon that they needed leather sheets...
When Megatron got home, he found Optimus in recharge, his nasal sensor pressed against the leather.
Day 10
Characters: Bluestreak/Sideswipe
Rating: NC17
Day 8
Characters: Soundwave/Perceptor
Rating:NC17
Notes: Inappropriate use of SCIENCE.
It was quiet.
And that was usually a bad thing in Soundwave’s experience.
He cautiously turned the light on, pedes moving softly over the ground to the door that led to Perceptor’s workroom. Listening for a klick before opening the door slightly, just enough to peek inside.
The microscope was sitting on the edge of his stool, body trembling, and Soundwave moved in. Face bared and a look of concern fast coming over his visage. He stopped when he reached Perceptor, only to gape as he watched his bondmate thrust a test tube in and out of his valve. The makeshift dildo glistening with fluid as it reappeared and disappeared, Soundwave’s attention following the glass in growing intensity.
Perceptor must have noticed him, Soundwave was hardly trying to be stealthy, but he kept moving the large tube, shuddering as the smooth surface slid over the metalmesh of his valve. The silky material bearing down, trying to hold it in even as he pulled it out.
Soundwave resolved to get more involved with SCIENCE. Clearly there was more than he’d learned in the Academy happening in the labs.
And that was usually a bad thing in Soundwave’s experience.
He cautiously turned the light on, pedes moving softly over the ground to the door that led to Perceptor’s workroom. Listening for a klick before opening the door slightly, just enough to peek inside.
The microscope was sitting on the edge of his stool, body trembling, and Soundwave moved in. Face bared and a look of concern fast coming over his visage. He stopped when he reached Perceptor, only to gape as he watched his bondmate thrust a test tube in and out of his valve. The makeshift dildo glistening with fluid as it reappeared and disappeared, Soundwave’s attention following the glass in growing intensity.
Perceptor must have noticed him, Soundwave was hardly trying to be stealthy, but he kept moving the large tube, shuddering as the smooth surface slid over the metalmesh of his valve. The silky material bearing down, trying to hold it in even as he pulled it out.
Soundwave resolved to get more involved with SCIENCE. Clearly there was more than he’d learned in the Academy happening in the labs.
Day 9
Characters: Megatron, Optimus Prime
Rating: PG
Optimus loved going over to Megatron’s apartment, if for the sole reason that the gray warlord had leather furniture.
Or more specifically, a leather armchair recliner.
It was all specially made, and worth a HECK of a lot, but that wasn’t really why Optimus cared about it.
He liked the smell. Something he would never admit to anyone, ever. The scent wafted over his chemical receptors, oral lubricant gathering slightly in the bottom of his mouth as he carefully lowered himself down into the chair. Being ever mindful of catching the material between seams or pressing against it too hard, because he really didn’t want to have to buy a new one, and Megatron would certainly make him if Optimus ruined this one.
Blue optics offlined in bliss, a sigh coming from his mouth as he relaxed, waiting for Megatron to come back from ‘escorting’ Soundwave home.
Now, if he could only convince the Decepticon that they needed leather sheets...
When Megatron got home, he found Optimus in recharge, his nasal sensor pressed against the leather.
Day 10
Characters: Bluestreak/Sideswipe
Rating: NC17
Bluestreak/Sideswipe - That did not go as planned.
That... hurt. In a way that Sideswipe was entirely unprepared to deal with.
“Eh, Bluestreak, I don’t think that was supposed to happen.”
Bluestreak, who was currently trying to get Sideswipe down out of the rigging that swung above the berth, gave the red frontliner a look as he picked at another knot.
“You think I don’t know that? Besides, you don’t have this thing tied around your spike. I don’t want to hear ANYTHING out of you that isn’t helpful.” He picked at the knot again, trying futilely to undo the rope from around his spike without yanking the whole contraption apart.
Sideswipe flinched as the gunner’s fingers flicked over his anterior sensor node, valve clenching over the still seated spike unconsciously, the small air currents from his moving fingers unintentially rousing the red and black spike back from it’s depressurized state.
“Ah, Blue?”
Bluestreak was still focused on the knot, muttering under his vents, hips starting to jerk just slightly as the rub from the rope and Sideswipe’s clenching became more pronounced. The movements just serving to make the red twin groan, hiking his legs back up and around Bluestreak’s waist, urging him to move for real.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was later that Bluestreak and Sideswipe stood, staring at the cut remains of the rope contraption. Wondering if they should tell Prowl themselves, or just stash it somewhere in the hopes he would forget it.
Bluestreak fingered a cut edge and vented. “That did not go as planned.”
Sideswipe snorted. “You think?”
That... hurt. In a way that Sideswipe was entirely unprepared to deal with.
“Eh, Bluestreak, I don’t think that was supposed to happen.”
Bluestreak, who was currently trying to get Sideswipe down out of the rigging that swung above the berth, gave the red frontliner a look as he picked at another knot.
“You think I don’t know that? Besides, you don’t have this thing tied around your spike. I don’t want to hear ANYTHING out of you that isn’t helpful.” He picked at the knot again, trying futilely to undo the rope from around his spike without yanking the whole contraption apart.
Sideswipe flinched as the gunner’s fingers flicked over his anterior sensor node, valve clenching over the still seated spike unconsciously, the small air currents from his moving fingers unintentially rousing the red and black spike back from it’s depressurized state.
“Ah, Blue?”
Bluestreak was still focused on the knot, muttering under his vents, hips starting to jerk just slightly as the rub from the rope and Sideswipe’s clenching became more pronounced. The movements just serving to make the red twin groan, hiking his legs back up and around Bluestreak’s waist, urging him to move for real.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was later that Bluestreak and Sideswipe stood, staring at the cut remains of the rope contraption. Wondering if they should tell Prowl themselves, or just stash it somewhere in the hopes he would forget it.
Bluestreak fingered a cut edge and vented. “That did not go as planned.”
Sideswipe snorted. “You think?”
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Oh, yes plz. I'd like to get more involved in SCIENCE as well... lol
Day 9
Mmmmm... the smell of leather. So cute how Optimus fell asleep smelling the recliner. XD
Day 10
*sporfle* Memo, me: Do not read while drinking hot chocolate. It does not feel good in nasal passages. Hot and funny and Prowl's a kinky little glitch, isn't he? =D
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I love the smell of leather omg. >.>
Prowl is as kinky as they come. <3
Thankies!