Smash Or Pass Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, And Megatron

Dreadwing instantly closes the space between them, but doesn't crowd the Ornament. Instead, he sits on the other side of the couch, watching him with a worried expression.

"You are needed," he gently asserts. "You are coveted, also, as a friend, a mate, a parent. But you are not only here to be devoured. You are not here for the benefit of others to the detriment of yourself."

The Seeker takes in a vent. "The easy way is not always ... the right way. What do you want? From this place, from us, from me? What can I do?"

{ @sin-cxde }

"Which do you want to be?"

Curled up in the corner of the sofa, Rung peers out at Dreadwing from under the arm over his face. His oculars sit abandoned on the nearby low table.

“I don’t know if I have a preference. I need others, but I also want to be needed. I am usually something to be… consumed, coveted. I let others put what they want on me like a mirror. It’s easier, that way.”

overload denial

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Edging has its place, though his patience for it is very limited.

"Is everything allright? You sound... struggling. Need me to come over?"

Sorry. The old Seeker doesn't reply.

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.

There is something intoxicating about watching someone one adores (and someone who is simultaneously so drop-dead gorgeous he can't stand it) slide down onto their knees. Kiss-nibbling their trail downward is simply an added bonus.

The Seeker sucks in a vent and lets it out slowly, but he doesn't have the restraint to be coy. His pelvic armor clicks and retracts, spike pressurizing out of it's sheath, stiff and eager.

"All of my pieces belong to you, my sweet. Every last inch..."

" Why I'd be absolutely thrilled if you did love. Now~" She nibbles him, starting to follow the path of her servo with her mouth. Sinking to her knees as she nips, kissed and teases at the seams of his armor.

Nuzzling over his hip with little bites," Open up dearspark. I very much want a piece of you." Optics glimmering with desire.

Dreadwing is entirely about consent. There are SO MANY things he will try if all parties are consenting. This also means that consent can be taken away at any given time for any reason or no reason at all.

"Yes."

Suddenly, the heavy Seeker moves and rolls them both over, so that now Ghost is on his back -- but with hand and arm still back there so he didn't just slam down.

"Firm, I can do. Rough makes me a little less thrilled, but I can drill you into a surface of your choosing."

@ghostlyvisage

A low, happy purr from the flightless seeker as armor flairs out and rattles quietly. "If your willing to give it.. a taste of your spike and a nice, hard frag..." Returning the nip as claws trace along his frame. "Think you'll be able to indulge me?"

One big bear paw of a hand lifts and gently, very gently runs over Ghost's back, playing lightly with seams.

"If that is what you want, I can give it. "

He’s out of options. Everything is too hot and too much, and he knows how to make it all stop.

::Idk who this is but free sex. I’m offering. Just. I’m gonna explode. Interface. Now.::

And lo, it has happened. The weirdest comm. call Dreadwing has ever gotten.

It takes him several seconds to even come up with a response, given he's not doing especially well either.

:: ... Excuse me? ::

Aft play

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda |Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | HOLY SHIT GIVE IT TO ME NOW

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

"...What even is that?"

// I ran over a bottle of shampoo at work with my forklift today

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