Meme fic #2 - for JustNuts
Prompt #2 - tickling - Optimus/Grimlock
Warnings for slash (obviously); non-sticky sexings, and ... uh.. hell I dunno.
I needed something mildly fluffly lately...
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Grimlock panted heavily, silver hands clinging to red shoulders for balance as he struggled to cool his overheated circuitry, helm resting back against the wall and visor dark. Large blue fingers trailed a playful line through the thin film of condensation overlaying his plating, running from hip to shoulder, making the dark mech shiver. The Prime’s vents puffed gently against his slowly cooling armor and against the cables of his neck, swiftly followed by a small, teasing nip.
“Ready to surrender?” Optimus half-chuckled against an audio, his engine purring in self-satisfaction.
Grimlock’s visor relit in a thin band of light, glaring at the red and blue mech with a grumble. “Me Grimlock never surrender. Me Grimlock King!”
“Suit yourself.” Thick fingers slid up the moisture-slickened sides, making the Dinobot shiver in anticipation before they slipped between the panels of armor into the seams, assaulting delicate wires and sensitive circuitry. Grimlock arched against the touch, vocalizer offering a strangled squeal, choked by his own pride and stubbornness. Optimus’s engine rumbled with amusement, pressing close to the wriggling mech as his squirming became more insistent. Teasing fingers slid up his sides, jostling wires with little static crackles, letting the charge be wicked away by the condensation trickling down towards his legs.
Optimus rumbled again as the large mech lurched to one side, then the other, vents heaving and dentals clenched tight, head tucked down and shoulders hunching up to force away the warm lips assaulting his neck. “Stubborn mech,” the Prime whispered, followed by a small flick of his glossa against Grimlock’s audio horn, “you can’t hold out forever… I’ll find your soft spot…”
“Me - Me Grimlock no ha-haa-have soft s-spot…!” He groaned and clenched his dentals tighter, vocalizer beginning to whine and stutter. He shivered hard as Optimus licked his audio horn again, his backstrut stiffening and drawing his whole frame rigid when those large fingers wormed their way into the joints beneath his arms.
“Well it seems I’ve found something,” Optimus teased, jostling wires and assaulting the hydraulics in his joint with devious, surprisingly nimble fingers. Grimlock writhed against the wall, visor dark and mouth twisted into a half-snarl, gritted teeth bared with the absence of his dinosaur jaw, the Prime’s lips pulled into a visible grin with the absence of his battle mask. When the Dinobot whimpered and trembled and was nearly ready to surrender to the sensations tormenting his cortex, the blue hands slipped away and slid down his abdomen, teasing the plating, making him jerk and jolt, twisting entirely around with his arms wound tight around his chassis. Optimus pressed into his back and his dentals clamped lightly onto Grimlock’s neck, gnawing playfully at a thick cable near his shoulders, fingers slipping up his back and into the joints of his ‘wings’. Grimlock arched forward with a yelp, clanging against the wall in his haste to escape, but unable to pull his neck away from Optimus’ biting grip. The fingers wiggled and his claws dug shallow trenches in the wall, his vocalizer squealing from the strain of his dwindling control, visor brightened nearly white with the glow from his wide-open optics.
The fingers stilled, still tangled in the wires. “Surrender now and I’ll go easy on you…” he growled against the cabling of Grimlock’s neck, glossa teasing the vulnerable tubing in his grasp.
A short breath taken; a quick gulp of air from his intakes, “Me Grimlock no know meaning of ‘surrender’…”
“I didn’t think you would,” he whispered, followed by a sharp nip at his neck. He dug his fingertips deeper into the delicate wires of the joints and wiggled them vigorously.
Grimlock arched hard against the bulkhead and the brittle wall that remained of his defiance broke with a strangled, gurgling roar, that became loud, boisterous laughter. He writhed and wriggled and Optimus followed his every twist and squirm within the sensitive joints and seams of his ‘wings’. He spun away from the wall in a sudden, desperate bid for escape, only to tangle his legs and Optimus’ together in his rush and go tumbling to the floor, quickly straddled by one eager Prime. Settling onto his hips with a teasing wiggle of his aft against Grimlock’s codpiece, nimble blue fingers delved down to attack his chest and sides. Grimlock’s legs flailed behind Optimus, peds pounding heavily on the floor as he struggled, gasping between cackling bouts of laughter.
Optimus pinned one silver arm to the floor and wiggled the fingers of his free hand into the joint beneath, laughing softly as he rode the bucking chassis of the flailing Dinobot, legs holding tight to dark hips. Grimlock jolted against the floor, arching and twisting desperately, visor dark with his optics screwed shut beneath and mouth stretched by the wide smile that was making his burning cheekplates start to ache, his chest heaving up and down, jostling the blue and red mech slightly with each loud, hearty laugh. Optimus batted away the Dinobot’s frantically grasping hand without paying it much mind, slowly dragging static-charged fingertips down his sides and over his belly, scooting back just slightly to wiggle his fingers into the seam between torso and pelvis. Grimlock arched off the floor with an undignified squeal and a shriek of laughter, grinding his codpiece against the blue panel above him, Optimus tightening his hold with his legs around his hips as the blue metal slid away from his interface array.
“Surrender,” Optimus rumbled again, chuckling at the pitiful whine he received from the mech beneath him.
“Me-hee n-no surre-hender!” Grimlock’s defiant whimpering was swiftly swept away in a fresh bout of squeals and laughter as the Prime’s fingers dug into the joints of his thighs and hips. Optimus shifted, winding his legs around the Dinobot’s broad thighs and spreading them open, reaching down between their close-pressed bodies to tickle and tease the tender wiring of his inner thighs and the vulnerable, sensitive panel of his interface left so exposed by his position. Grimlock’s torso wrenched and rolled side to side, hands unable to grasp at the Prime’s chassis without being indifferently knocked away, with tears of cleanser rolling steadily down his smile-stretched faceplates from beneath his visor. Optimus brought both hands to bear on Grimlock’s panel, gently scratching and teasing as the larger mech heaved and gasped for cooling air, making the Dinobot shudder, whimpering, his legs twitching and twisting against the tight hold.
“Give up, Grimlock,” Optimus whispered against his cheek, licking away his tears and pressing soft kisses along his jaw. “Give in to me…” a fingertip teased the parting seam of his panel, swiping gently back and forth, “surrender to me…” the other blue hand came to rest on his chest, gently tracing the line over his spark.
Grimlock gave a whimper, trembling helplessly beneath him. “N-n-no…”
“You’ll never win…” His glossa flicked out against the dark throat.
“M-me Grimlock… m-me kih-king…”
Another wiggle of his fingers against the burning panel made the dark hips buck and tremble, Grimlock’s vents hitching hard, panting as he squirmed, tossing in agitation. Optimus tickled gently along his side, inching up towards his shoulder joint again, and Grimlock whined pitifully, chortling as he twisted for protection, hips rocking against the hand teasing his seam.
Optimus purred, catching the mech’s mouth in a hard kiss before he pulled back, just slightly, lips fluttering against the open, panting mouth. “Surrender, Grimlock… open for me…”
Shaking, Grimlock gave a small, barely perceptible nod, the heated panel of his interface sliding away beneath Optimus’ hand, and he groaned in appreciation as the large fingers stroked over his bared circuitry. Cables were drawn and connected in a quick bit of fumbling from the Prime’s hands, and Optimus shivered at the echoed sensation of his fingers trailing up either trembling side and around to tease his back plating. Grimlock chuckled breathlessly, arching up away from the fingers tickling his back, only to groan as he found himself pressing into the Prime’s glossa on his chest, a trail of warmth along his chest seam, the wet fluid quickly evaporating atop his simmering plating.
Optimus gently ground his hips against Grimlock’s, shuddering as the intimate circuitry of their interfaces brushed against each other, and he pressed himself flush against the Dinobot as his fingers wormed into the joints of his wings once more. Grimlock arched hard beneath him and Optimus shivered as he came undone, kicking and clawing at the Prime’s back as he laughed. Optimus groaned and chortled from the ticklish echo of his own hands in appendages he did not possess, sending a quick pulse of energy along their shared connection. Grimlock pulsed back right away, stronger, desperate for release - the large mech always seemed so desperate for overload when he was beneath the Prime, Optimus mused, and the semi was all too willing to oblige him, feeling the heat of his plating and the needy whimpering beneath the mewling pleas for mercy.
That was his favorite part, and Optimus relished the fresh peals of desperate laughter when he redoubled his efforts within his joints, the flow of energy between them steady and occasionally spiking with sensations of lust and want. Blue legs locked down tight on the dark hips and Optimus gathered energy for a large pulse before shunting it across the line, just to watch that visor turn white in surprise and feel the large body beneath him stiffen, teetering on the edge of overload, moaning for mercy, begging for release. With a kiss to the laughing mouth, Optimus sent another strong spike of energy and clutched at the mech as the answering pulses and echoes threw them both headlong into overload.
Grimlock shuddered beneath him as he came down from his climax, vents gasping and plating quivering, sensitized to every touch, every brush of the Prime’s body. Optimus nuzzled him tenderly and offered a small, teasing smile as he reached up to gently poke the temporarily-visible nose of the Dinobot. “And that,” he purred, more smug than he had any right to be, in Grimlock’s opinion, “is why I’m the Alpha Male.”
Warnings for slash (obviously); non-sticky sexings, and ... uh.. hell I dunno.
I needed something mildly fluffly lately...
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Grimlock panted heavily, silver hands clinging to red shoulders for balance as he struggled to cool his overheated circuitry, helm resting back against the wall and visor dark. Large blue fingers trailed a playful line through the thin film of condensation overlaying his plating, running from hip to shoulder, making the dark mech shiver. The Prime’s vents puffed gently against his slowly cooling armor and against the cables of his neck, swiftly followed by a small, teasing nip.
“Ready to surrender?” Optimus half-chuckled against an audio, his engine purring in self-satisfaction.
Grimlock’s visor relit in a thin band of light, glaring at the red and blue mech with a grumble. “Me Grimlock never surrender. Me Grimlock King!”
“Suit yourself.” Thick fingers slid up the moisture-slickened sides, making the Dinobot shiver in anticipation before they slipped between the panels of armor into the seams, assaulting delicate wires and sensitive circuitry. Grimlock arched against the touch, vocalizer offering a strangled squeal, choked by his own pride and stubbornness. Optimus’s engine rumbled with amusement, pressing close to the wriggling mech as his squirming became more insistent. Teasing fingers slid up his sides, jostling wires with little static crackles, letting the charge be wicked away by the condensation trickling down towards his legs.
Optimus rumbled again as the large mech lurched to one side, then the other, vents heaving and dentals clenched tight, head tucked down and shoulders hunching up to force away the warm lips assaulting his neck. “Stubborn mech,” the Prime whispered, followed by a small flick of his glossa against Grimlock’s audio horn, “you can’t hold out forever… I’ll find your soft spot…”
“Me - Me Grimlock no ha-haa-have soft s-spot…!” He groaned and clenched his dentals tighter, vocalizer beginning to whine and stutter. He shivered hard as Optimus licked his audio horn again, his backstrut stiffening and drawing his whole frame rigid when those large fingers wormed their way into the joints beneath his arms.
“Well it seems I’ve found something,” Optimus teased, jostling wires and assaulting the hydraulics in his joint with devious, surprisingly nimble fingers. Grimlock writhed against the wall, visor dark and mouth twisted into a half-snarl, gritted teeth bared with the absence of his dinosaur jaw, the Prime’s lips pulled into a visible grin with the absence of his battle mask. When the Dinobot whimpered and trembled and was nearly ready to surrender to the sensations tormenting his cortex, the blue hands slipped away and slid down his abdomen, teasing the plating, making him jerk and jolt, twisting entirely around with his arms wound tight around his chassis. Optimus pressed into his back and his dentals clamped lightly onto Grimlock’s neck, gnawing playfully at a thick cable near his shoulders, fingers slipping up his back and into the joints of his ‘wings’. Grimlock arched forward with a yelp, clanging against the wall in his haste to escape, but unable to pull his neck away from Optimus’ biting grip. The fingers wiggled and his claws dug shallow trenches in the wall, his vocalizer squealing from the strain of his dwindling control, visor brightened nearly white with the glow from his wide-open optics.
The fingers stilled, still tangled in the wires. “Surrender now and I’ll go easy on you…” he growled against the cabling of Grimlock’s neck, glossa teasing the vulnerable tubing in his grasp.
A short breath taken; a quick gulp of air from his intakes, “Me Grimlock no know meaning of ‘surrender’…”
“I didn’t think you would,” he whispered, followed by a sharp nip at his neck. He dug his fingertips deeper into the delicate wires of the joints and wiggled them vigorously.
Grimlock arched hard against the bulkhead and the brittle wall that remained of his defiance broke with a strangled, gurgling roar, that became loud, boisterous laughter. He writhed and wriggled and Optimus followed his every twist and squirm within the sensitive joints and seams of his ‘wings’. He spun away from the wall in a sudden, desperate bid for escape, only to tangle his legs and Optimus’ together in his rush and go tumbling to the floor, quickly straddled by one eager Prime. Settling onto his hips with a teasing wiggle of his aft against Grimlock’s codpiece, nimble blue fingers delved down to attack his chest and sides. Grimlock’s legs flailed behind Optimus, peds pounding heavily on the floor as he struggled, gasping between cackling bouts of laughter.
Optimus pinned one silver arm to the floor and wiggled the fingers of his free hand into the joint beneath, laughing softly as he rode the bucking chassis of the flailing Dinobot, legs holding tight to dark hips. Grimlock jolted against the floor, arching and twisting desperately, visor dark with his optics screwed shut beneath and mouth stretched by the wide smile that was making his burning cheekplates start to ache, his chest heaving up and down, jostling the blue and red mech slightly with each loud, hearty laugh. Optimus batted away the Dinobot’s frantically grasping hand without paying it much mind, slowly dragging static-charged fingertips down his sides and over his belly, scooting back just slightly to wiggle his fingers into the seam between torso and pelvis. Grimlock arched off the floor with an undignified squeal and a shriek of laughter, grinding his codpiece against the blue panel above him, Optimus tightening his hold with his legs around his hips as the blue metal slid away from his interface array.
“Surrender,” Optimus rumbled again, chuckling at the pitiful whine he received from the mech beneath him.
“Me-hee n-no surre-hender!” Grimlock’s defiant whimpering was swiftly swept away in a fresh bout of squeals and laughter as the Prime’s fingers dug into the joints of his thighs and hips. Optimus shifted, winding his legs around the Dinobot’s broad thighs and spreading them open, reaching down between their close-pressed bodies to tickle and tease the tender wiring of his inner thighs and the vulnerable, sensitive panel of his interface left so exposed by his position. Grimlock’s torso wrenched and rolled side to side, hands unable to grasp at the Prime’s chassis without being indifferently knocked away, with tears of cleanser rolling steadily down his smile-stretched faceplates from beneath his visor. Optimus brought both hands to bear on Grimlock’s panel, gently scratching and teasing as the larger mech heaved and gasped for cooling air, making the Dinobot shudder, whimpering, his legs twitching and twisting against the tight hold.
“Give up, Grimlock,” Optimus whispered against his cheek, licking away his tears and pressing soft kisses along his jaw. “Give in to me…” a fingertip teased the parting seam of his panel, swiping gently back and forth, “surrender to me…” the other blue hand came to rest on his chest, gently tracing the line over his spark.
Grimlock gave a whimper, trembling helplessly beneath him. “N-n-no…”
“You’ll never win…” His glossa flicked out against the dark throat.
“M-me Grimlock… m-me kih-king…”
Another wiggle of his fingers against the burning panel made the dark hips buck and tremble, Grimlock’s vents hitching hard, panting as he squirmed, tossing in agitation. Optimus tickled gently along his side, inching up towards his shoulder joint again, and Grimlock whined pitifully, chortling as he twisted for protection, hips rocking against the hand teasing his seam.
Optimus purred, catching the mech’s mouth in a hard kiss before he pulled back, just slightly, lips fluttering against the open, panting mouth. “Surrender, Grimlock… open for me…”
Shaking, Grimlock gave a small, barely perceptible nod, the heated panel of his interface sliding away beneath Optimus’ hand, and he groaned in appreciation as the large fingers stroked over his bared circuitry. Cables were drawn and connected in a quick bit of fumbling from the Prime’s hands, and Optimus shivered at the echoed sensation of his fingers trailing up either trembling side and around to tease his back plating. Grimlock chuckled breathlessly, arching up away from the fingers tickling his back, only to groan as he found himself pressing into the Prime’s glossa on his chest, a trail of warmth along his chest seam, the wet fluid quickly evaporating atop his simmering plating.
Optimus gently ground his hips against Grimlock’s, shuddering as the intimate circuitry of their interfaces brushed against each other, and he pressed himself flush against the Dinobot as his fingers wormed into the joints of his wings once more. Grimlock arched hard beneath him and Optimus shivered as he came undone, kicking and clawing at the Prime’s back as he laughed. Optimus groaned and chortled from the ticklish echo of his own hands in appendages he did not possess, sending a quick pulse of energy along their shared connection. Grimlock pulsed back right away, stronger, desperate for release - the large mech always seemed so desperate for overload when he was beneath the Prime, Optimus mused, and the semi was all too willing to oblige him, feeling the heat of his plating and the needy whimpering beneath the mewling pleas for mercy.
That was his favorite part, and Optimus relished the fresh peals of desperate laughter when he redoubled his efforts within his joints, the flow of energy between them steady and occasionally spiking with sensations of lust and want. Blue legs locked down tight on the dark hips and Optimus gathered energy for a large pulse before shunting it across the line, just to watch that visor turn white in surprise and feel the large body beneath him stiffen, teetering on the edge of overload, moaning for mercy, begging for release. With a kiss to the laughing mouth, Optimus sent another strong spike of energy and clutched at the mech as the answering pulses and echoes threw them both headlong into overload.
Grimlock shuddered beneath him as he came down from his climax, vents gasping and plating quivering, sensitized to every touch, every brush of the Prime’s body. Optimus nuzzled him tenderly and offered a small, teasing smile as he reached up to gently poke the temporarily-visible nose of the Dinobot. “And that,” he purred, more smug than he had any right to be, in Grimlock’s opinion, “is why I’m the Alpha Male.”