ALEX!?

This was real good!

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to get cleaned up, or you need a moment?"

It's only after a few more kisses and shows of physical comfort did Optimus gave the green light.

Tonight was great for them both.

said near his audial, Optimus soon emerges from sub-space.

Megatron smiles in the kiss he's gently coaxed into.

"Welcome back," he rumbles out as he strokes Optimus's side, mindful of his tender back, "How do you feel?"

"Mn… it was good. I really needed that."

"We both did. Now, are you ready

hold; a silent command to stop. With one final kiss, he parts from it, but not before whispering a reverent thanks against the shiny metal. Placing his servo in Megatron's outstretched one, he's pulled up to his pedes.

With the help of Megatron's EM field weighing against his and murmured praises

having Optimus at his pedes—something that is worth more than mere lust. He figures it's similar to what Optimus gets from this, only on the opposite end of the spectrum.

After a few breems of Optimus alternating pedes, it's time to officially end things.

Megatron shifts the pede in Optimus's

clean of transfluid; he's kissed all around as digits reverently stroke the laced-designed biolights. Optimus is so enamored with it all.

There's nothing more satisfying than this, he thinks.

Megatron's arousal simmers in his core, yet it never threatens to boil over. It's mentally stimulating

Staring at him now, the only thought in Megatron's helm is the same one he had at the time: He is far from bothered if it means he gets to render Optimus to this state.

His optics never leave that plush mouth—he notes all the ways his boot is cared for.

Every inch of the waxed surface is licked

𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳... 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭. 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘩… 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘴. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

Megatron had asked Optimus once: Why does worshiping his ceremonial boots rev him up? What is it about this act specifically, brings him immense joy?

He recalls the way his lover struggled to find the words to help Megatron understand this side of him.

"𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶

of transfluid that squirted on him is enough to drive anyone crazy with want, yet he remains still.

He waits for Optimus to gather his bearings before they can end the night.

"What do you say for tonight's activities?"

"Thank you, Sir. Am I allowed to honor you now?"

"You may begin."

action—it's Optimus's turn. He nudges the top of his pede in tangent to Optimus's downward grind; he's rewarded with a sinful cry.

All it took was a few more nudges for Optimus to overload.

He lets Optimus ride it out before taking a full step back, making Optimus release him. Hearing the amount

in every whine and plea that falls from those glossy dermas; Optimus is at his most wanton.

"Hah, hgn… Mmn… Please, Sir, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦," Optimus moans as he tightens his hug around Megatron's leg, "𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦."

A stab of arousal has his spike beneath his codpiece trying to perk up, but he's had enough

easily lost in unadulterated lust, yet nothing gets him more hedonistic than lavishing Megatron's ceremonial boots.

He has grown to love it almost as much as Optimus does.

Megatron gives rapt attention to the way Optimus grinds and frots, in the seductive sway of brightly-colored hips. He drinks

"Y-Yes, Sir."

His affirmation comes out as a breathy little thing, and it's oh so lovely. The whimper he makes when his warm valve meets his pede is even lovelier.

Witnessing Optimus become undone is something to behold; he remembers the time Optimus seldom got this way.

Nowadays, his Sub is

to know—but his discipline doesn't break.

Not even when Megatron finally stands in front of him.

"Look up," Optimus lifts his helm to stare lovingly into Megatron's optics, not breaking contact at the sound of a pede sliding between his legs, "Now show me how much you crave release."

He holds his posture, poker-faced with optics to the front, paying his lower half no mind.

As he saunters near, Megatron makes sure to emphasize the heavy steps made in the customized pedes he wears for special occasions.

Optimus wants to look—the bob of his intake tells him everything he needs

knows as fact. It's the one thing Optimus can't go without.

"Go to your place and get in position twenty."

Once the order leaves his mouth, Optimus promptly walks near the front of the room and gets on his knees. With his legs spread, he keeps that fat dripping valve of his exposed.

as he tweaks a finial—he huffs out a laugh at the rapid flicks it makes; they've always been sensitive.

"I think... I'd like to overflow on your boot. If that's okay."

"That's more than okay. Afterwards, you know what to do, correct?"

"Of course, Sir. I could 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 forget."

And this, Megatron

spark, "I believe it calls for a reward. Would you like that?"

"Very much so."

"Tell me what it is that you want. I'll grant it if it's in reason, otherwise you'll have to wait until next time."

"Yes, Sir, I understand," Optimus leans into Megatron's palm over his tacky cheek. Megatron is patient

he sees the streaks where tears ran down light-silver cheeks and the blissed out glaze over shiny wide optics.

His lover has done well. He withstood the pain, all while fighting off the urge to overload. He knew Optimus could do it.

"You were so good for me," the purr of Optimus's engine warms his

unfasten the restraints that kept those strong arms bound and held up. Megatron smiles at the little sigh of relief he catches.

As he checks over Optimus's wrists, who dutifully held them out, he hums a short contented note; there's no sign of any lasting damage.

Glancing at his Beloved's face,

behind, Megatron traces one of the darker welts; he revels in Optimus's shudder.

"Are you ready to be let down?"

"Y-," Optimus clears the excessive wetness from his intake,"Yes, Sir."

Without another word, he slowly lowers Optimus, making sure he's steady on his pedes. Once stabilized, he

the expanse of smooth protoform beautifully.

A deep sense of satisfaction curls around his spark. And from the small puddle of lubricant underneath blue pedes, he left Optimus 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 satisfied as well.

It's nearly time to end tonight's scene, but before that, he has a Sub to treat. Coming up from

hope to capture the entirety of pure perfection. It simply isn't possible.

Placing down the whip, Megatron pauses to admire the artistry done on the canvas of Optimus's exposed back. The multitude of marks—all varying degrees of sizes and intensity of blue, betraying the severity of the hits—paints

𝘐𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥.

Should he wish to, Megatron could always photograph or record their scenes to later show Optimus, but it'd greatly pale in comparison to experiencing it firsthand.

There's nothing quite like Optimus being in the moment. No lens or microphone could ever

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Optimus—just until I blow this load on your face.”

Dimmed-opticed and weary, he simply opened his mouth and allowed Megatron free use.

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