The Perfect Timing
Title: The Perfect Timing
Verse: G1
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Optimus, Skyfire; Skyfire/Optimus, Implied ProwlxJazz
Word Count: 1,092
Warnings: Implied Slash, Mech Slash, Smut
Summary: Skyfire has good timing.
Notes: Blame pellimusprime. I have NEVER written smut before because of the description of motion it requires, I'm bad at writing it, so I have never tried it. She dared me and it has been written. Please give me constructive criticism on this!
There was an awkward moment when both seemed at a loss of what to do next.
"Maybe try--"
"No, it's too big."
"Then we need to switch."
"...Yeah. Good idea."
Their bodies scraped as the larger of the two rolled over, forcing the other's hips from his. Optimus then tried desperately to wrap his legs back around the large waist, finding it much harder to do so when he was being forced back into the berth.
Skyfire reached down, grabbing one blue ankle and forcing the appendage, and his hips, back down on the berth.
"Just relax."
"But--"
"I said I was taking care of this, now relax."
As if to press his point, Skyfire bent down and ran his glossa up his partner's antennae. The responding shudder of the body under his prompted him to give the tip of the appendage a tentative nibble. Below him, Optimus let out a soft whimper of pleasure.
Despite the flier's seemingly gentle intentions, at this point, he wanted little more than to frag the mech under him into the nega-verse. He'd waited far too long to be inviting into the Prime's quarters and while he didn't wanted to ruin future chances, he noticed the need of his leader. Optimus had made it clear in the beginning that this was no social visit, so maybe he could take that as a go ahead for skipping foreplay...
Optimus seemed to reinforce this private thought when one blue hand slid enticingly up his thigh before skirted teasingly across his engorged spike. Skyfire let out a strangled gasp and pressed his hips forward into the retreating hand.
"Do that again..." he breathed.
Optimus's lips twitched, his mask discarded somewhere on the floor. "No."
The flier's optics flickered in surprise. His mouth opened slightly to question why, but his words were quickly replaced by a low moan. The Prime's hands pressed his hips forward, ghosting the head of his spike across Optimus's warm opening.
Both paused for a moment, optics darkening as they reveled in the sensation.
It was Skyfire that eventually took the final initiative. Pressing the Prime's knees open a little farther apart, he sunk himself into the valve in one swift move.
Frag. He was tight. And slick. And very warm.
“Primus, Optimus…!” Skyfire ground out. “You weren’t kidding…!”
Optimus answer was a low moan, his head tilted back in ecstasy.
Skyfire had run into the Prime just outside of his quarters. He had been anxious and the flier had questioned him for the reason. His response was that he had walked in on his second and third in command attending to some very intimate business atop his desk. As much as he seemed to hate to admit it, the sight had gotten him, as the humans put it, “hot and bothered.” Skyfire had just been in the right place at the right time.
“…Nnnghh… Move…!” Optimus suddenly ordered, optics flickering up at the other.
Skyfire gave him a startled look. He was still attempting to adjust to the feeling of his large girth squeezed into the comparably smaller valve and the Prime was already set to go? Well, who was he to stop him?
Stooping down, Skyfire gave the Prime’s antennae a soft bite as he drew himself slowly out of the wet warmth. He bared his spike nearly to its tip, both reveling in relief and missing the wonderful pressure of the valve. Of course, he allowed himself only a brief moment before he slid back in.
Under him, Optimus was writhing. Then, when Skyfire drove back in, his tip pressed against the Prime’s wall, setting off any number of pleasure nodes within both of them.
Optimus let out an almost wailing moan, his optics flicking in pleasure. So either Skyfire’s sheer size was more than enough to drive his partner to the edge, or the incident with Prowl and Jazz had heated Optimus up far more than he’d let on…
“….Skyfire…!” The Prime breathed, his fingers pressing desperately into the flier’s chest plating. “M-My smokestacks….! Please…!”
Watching his leader’s face contort in pleasure as he once more pulled out and drove in, starting up an agonizingly slow pace, Skyfire had no trouble responding to his pleas. Sliding nearly free of the other’s valve, he bent over and trailed his glossa along the rim the right smokestack. The taste was rather unpleasant, a smoky, sulfuric taste, but the response it elicited was all that mattered. The Prime gave a sharp gasp that died into a long, throaty moan. Skyfire couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction as he pressed his glossa farther into the sensitive stack.
“AH!” Optimus couldn’t help the sound that escaped his lips as his body arched. Oh he was so close…! Just a little more and he would…!
Skyfire repeated the move, swirling his glossa around the area until it was glistening with oral fluid. Optimus responded with more delicious sounds, but it still kept him hanging. It still wasn’t enough…!
The Prime made a sound between aggravation and excitement. This time, when he tried to hook his legs around the large white waist, he forced the other body down into him.
Skyfire noticed the desperation in the other bot’s movements and he gladly drove into him with a force unlike what he was used to. His spike slammed into Optimus’s back wall, sending static skittering across his vision.
As if that wasn’t enough, Optimus fell into overload, letting out a desperate cry as he arched into his partner, his optics flaring a blinding white. After such a wild motion, the frantic squeezing of that too-small valve sent Skyfire up and over the edge, straight after his partner.
When Skyfire managed to reboot his systems, his body still buzzing with that post-overload haze, he found a calm set of azure optics peering at him.
“Uh…”
Optimus broke what had previously been a stoic expression, an almost sly grin gracing his face. “I… apologize if my predicament has inconvenienced you…” he said quietly, though he hardly seemed apologetic.
“Inconvenienced?”
“Weren’t you going to attend to some matters in the lab?”
Oh. Right. Perceptor had needed some data that he had collected recently. The data pad with that information was thrown somewhere along the floor with the Prime’s mask.
“Perceptor won’t miss me.”
There was a glint in the Prime’s optics now. “And if that data didn’t make it to him until tomorrow morning?”
“I don’t intend to be able to walk tomorrow morning.”
“I can make sure of that.”
“Please do.”
Verse: G1
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Optimus, Skyfire; Skyfire/Optimus, Implied ProwlxJazz
Word Count: 1,092
Warnings: Implied Slash, Mech Slash, Smut
Summary: Skyfire has good timing.
Notes: Blame pellimusprime. I have NEVER written smut before because of the description of motion it requires, I'm bad at writing it, so I have never tried it. She dared me and it has been written. Please give me constructive criticism on this!
There was an awkward moment when both seemed at a loss of what to do next.
"Maybe try--"
"No, it's too big."
"Then we need to switch."
"...Yeah. Good idea."
Their bodies scraped as the larger of the two rolled over, forcing the other's hips from his. Optimus then tried desperately to wrap his legs back around the large waist, finding it much harder to do so when he was being forced back into the berth.
Skyfire reached down, grabbing one blue ankle and forcing the appendage, and his hips, back down on the berth.
"Just relax."
"But--"
"I said I was taking care of this, now relax."
As if to press his point, Skyfire bent down and ran his glossa up his partner's antennae. The responding shudder of the body under his prompted him to give the tip of the appendage a tentative nibble. Below him, Optimus let out a soft whimper of pleasure.
Despite the flier's seemingly gentle intentions, at this point, he wanted little more than to frag the mech under him into the nega-verse. He'd waited far too long to be inviting into the Prime's quarters and while he didn't wanted to ruin future chances, he noticed the need of his leader. Optimus had made it clear in the beginning that this was no social visit, so maybe he could take that as a go ahead for skipping foreplay...
Optimus seemed to reinforce this private thought when one blue hand slid enticingly up his thigh before skirted teasingly across his engorged spike. Skyfire let out a strangled gasp and pressed his hips forward into the retreating hand.
"Do that again..." he breathed.
Optimus's lips twitched, his mask discarded somewhere on the floor. "No."
The flier's optics flickered in surprise. His mouth opened slightly to question why, but his words were quickly replaced by a low moan. The Prime's hands pressed his hips forward, ghosting the head of his spike across Optimus's warm opening.
Both paused for a moment, optics darkening as they reveled in the sensation.
It was Skyfire that eventually took the final initiative. Pressing the Prime's knees open a little farther apart, he sunk himself into the valve in one swift move.
Frag. He was tight. And slick. And very warm.
“Primus, Optimus…!” Skyfire ground out. “You weren’t kidding…!”
Optimus answer was a low moan, his head tilted back in ecstasy.
Skyfire had run into the Prime just outside of his quarters. He had been anxious and the flier had questioned him for the reason. His response was that he had walked in on his second and third in command attending to some very intimate business atop his desk. As much as he seemed to hate to admit it, the sight had gotten him, as the humans put it, “hot and bothered.” Skyfire had just been in the right place at the right time.
“…Nnnghh… Move…!” Optimus suddenly ordered, optics flickering up at the other.
Skyfire gave him a startled look. He was still attempting to adjust to the feeling of his large girth squeezed into the comparably smaller valve and the Prime was already set to go? Well, who was he to stop him?
Stooping down, Skyfire gave the Prime’s antennae a soft bite as he drew himself slowly out of the wet warmth. He bared his spike nearly to its tip, both reveling in relief and missing the wonderful pressure of the valve. Of course, he allowed himself only a brief moment before he slid back in.
Under him, Optimus was writhing. Then, when Skyfire drove back in, his tip pressed against the Prime’s wall, setting off any number of pleasure nodes within both of them.
Optimus let out an almost wailing moan, his optics flicking in pleasure. So either Skyfire’s sheer size was more than enough to drive his partner to the edge, or the incident with Prowl and Jazz had heated Optimus up far more than he’d let on…
“….Skyfire…!” The Prime breathed, his fingers pressing desperately into the flier’s chest plating. “M-My smokestacks….! Please…!”
Watching his leader’s face contort in pleasure as he once more pulled out and drove in, starting up an agonizingly slow pace, Skyfire had no trouble responding to his pleas. Sliding nearly free of the other’s valve, he bent over and trailed his glossa along the rim the right smokestack. The taste was rather unpleasant, a smoky, sulfuric taste, but the response it elicited was all that mattered. The Prime gave a sharp gasp that died into a long, throaty moan. Skyfire couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction as he pressed his glossa farther into the sensitive stack.
“AH!” Optimus couldn’t help the sound that escaped his lips as his body arched. Oh he was so close…! Just a little more and he would…!
Skyfire repeated the move, swirling his glossa around the area until it was glistening with oral fluid. Optimus responded with more delicious sounds, but it still kept him hanging. It still wasn’t enough…!
The Prime made a sound between aggravation and excitement. This time, when he tried to hook his legs around the large white waist, he forced the other body down into him.
Skyfire noticed the desperation in the other bot’s movements and he gladly drove into him with a force unlike what he was used to. His spike slammed into Optimus’s back wall, sending static skittering across his vision.
As if that wasn’t enough, Optimus fell into overload, letting out a desperate cry as he arched into his partner, his optics flaring a blinding white. After such a wild motion, the frantic squeezing of that too-small valve sent Skyfire up and over the edge, straight after his partner.
When Skyfire managed to reboot his systems, his body still buzzing with that post-overload haze, he found a calm set of azure optics peering at him.
“Uh…”
Optimus broke what had previously been a stoic expression, an almost sly grin gracing his face. “I… apologize if my predicament has inconvenienced you…” he said quietly, though he hardly seemed apologetic.
“Inconvenienced?”
“Weren’t you going to attend to some matters in the lab?”
Oh. Right. Perceptor had needed some data that he had collected recently. The data pad with that information was thrown somewhere along the floor with the Prime’s mask.
“Perceptor won’t miss me.”
There was a glint in the Prime’s optics now. “And if that data didn’t make it to him until tomorrow morning?”
“I don’t intend to be able to walk tomorrow morning.”
“I can make sure of that.”
“Please do.”