Fusion Cannon Propaganda

#best for last #;; object of my obsession | optimus

Megatron knew the sound of Optimus' pedes in the back of his helm like an old song you carried in your spark.

It did nothing to prepare him for Optimus pinning him against the wall and shoving his glossa into his mouth. It wasn't unwelcome- he was mostly just surprised. "Mmph!" He knocked against the wall with a resounding thud, servos going to Optimus' hips.

Pulling back, he licked his lips, optics flickering a little. "Hello to you, too- let's go back to berth, hm?" He doubted Optimus was coordinated enough to hold onto him- best to make that not a problem, anymore. Mainly by bending and lifting underneath Optimus' thighs to carry him back in.

"Up we go- you couldn't wait a little while, hm?"

When Megatron finally picks up and their comm. lines connect, Optimus genuinely whines in relief. He doesn’t wait for a response.

:: Where are you? I miss you. I need you. Where did you go? I can’t find you. ::

::I'm here, I'm here-:: Optimus was in a state. Megatron shoved the last bit of dumpling into his mouth, placing the bowl in the sink as he made his way towards the berthroom.

He'd only been away for a little while, but he should've just brought the fuel back. Poor Optimus.

::I'm coming, I'm just down the hall-::

#best for last #;; object of my obsession | optimus

limoncakee

Im embarrassed. Treat after doing some of my work…

“Tan lascivo como siempre, Orión”

#megatron #megan tron | megatron

@best-for-last

orangesky-cybertron

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Rung swapped out one of his decorative piercings with a small bell charm.

It’s just a little thing. But the sound is sweet and bright, and it makes him giggle about it, so it’s worth it.

Jingle jingle- what a curious little tone. Megatron's audials perked a little, optics flickering as he listened, trying to locate the source.

It took a few moments longer than he liked to realize it was coming from the berthroom, but triangulating in the temple wasn't necessarily easy.

..so he told himself.

"Rung? Is that you?"

“Did you happen to go through the sanitation box in the washrack, darling?”

"Mmm. I did. Why?"

He knew why. Of course he knew why, but Rung could have it back after Megatron had had his fill of Rung. Frankly, he had half a mind not to tell Rung where it was until morning.

... might end up being morning by the time he remembered to.

{ @a-life-revised }

“You know, my dear, I have a habit of observing you. And lately, I’ve noticed something…”

Rung reaches up and rests a servo on the broad shelf of Megatron’s upper chassis, close but not quite touching the warm column of his throat. “I’m beginning to suspect you enjoy being the hot young stud in our relationship more than you’re willing to admit. Or is it the other way around? Are you getting off on letting an older mech spoil you, sweetspark? Because this isn’t the first time you’ve gone out of your way to make sure it’s obvious just how much younger you are…”

#oh I am being called out #I see #;; too deep two deep | rung #sparkchamber

Ah-

Megatron froze. It was, really, a tell all on its own, these days, the tell tale way he stilled, the way his helm made an aborted motion to duck down into his chassis before he stopped it.

He could feel the beginnings of heat to his face plates. Drat.

"Well, I-" he started, stopped, and then paused again, a servo over his intake. "...I like that you're older than me. I like you regardless, but. I also like that you are older than me. You have an easy, loose confidence about you, the way that you walk, and move. I like to watch you."

“I, um. I seem to have misplaced my modesty panel? It’s orange. If anyone finds it, please return it. Thank you.”

"And if you don't, don't worry about it, Rung will be preoccupied for the better half of the morning. ..and maybe some of the afternoon as well."

“Megatron.”

More scandal than scolding. Rung’s swatting at him, biolights lit up a charming cherry pink. “Don’t say that…!”

Megatron's answering grin was full of mischief, optics twinking as he bent a little to get into Rung's face. "And why not? Isn't it polite to let others know you'll be otherwise.. unavailable, for a while? They can leave your panel on the side table."

This mech. He made everything impossible for his own amusement!

Even more embarrassed as Megatron begins to crowd in on him, Rung’s eyebrows scrunch together as he squirms. “I don’t- I don’t want to be rude… But I would like my panel back. This wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t tossed it somewhere last night!”

"We'll find it," he soothed, perhaps a touch too smug as servos came down to knead at Rung's hips, thumbs straying down to the spots just above Rung's node and rubbing absent circles.

"Later. After I've had you a few more times, I think. You don't exactly need it for that..."

“I, um. I seem to have misplaced my modesty panel? It’s orange. If anyone finds it, please return it. Thank you.”

"And if you don't, don't worry about it, Rung will be preoccupied for the better half of the morning. ..and maybe some of the afternoon as well."

“Megatron.”

More scandal than scolding. Rung’s swatting at him, biolights lit up a charming cherry pink. “Don’t say that…!”

“I, um. I seem to have misplaced my modesty panel? It’s orange. If anyone finds it, please return it. Thank you.”

#;; too deep two deep | rung #sparkchamber

"And if you don't, don't worry about it, Rung will be preoccupied for the better half of the morning. ..and maybe some of the afternoon as well."

Rung clicks his glossa and points at his pedes.

“Down.”

'Down', Rung says, and Megatron was kneeling before the command had even fully registered in his processor- thought he still had to blink down at Rung.

Even still, he tucked his chin to his chassis respectfully, newfound tail waggling behind him excitedly, giving away how he really felt about the whole thing.

#;; too deep two deep | rung #sparkchamber

[MA!] The grass always seems greener on the other side, doesn’t it? Time to see what it feels like from another perspective!

For the weekend, Megatron has a knotting mod and accompanying drive instead of his usual spike. Good luck!

You never know what you've got until you lose it.

You also never know what you have until you gain something else in exchange. Which was to say, Megatron didn't notice until he went to jerk off about it-

And then he noticed the lack of spines, and paused, brow furrowed. There were normally spines, there. But the lump at the base was... oddly familiar...

Perhaps, a little too loudly, Megatron could be heard across the homestead,

"ARE YOU FRAGGING KIDDING ME?"

#anonymous #LMAO

achievedsomething

"You have flames on your spike. Who are those for?"

“Myself, duh. In case pictures leak on the intranet, I’ll know it’s my cord and I can print them out and add them to my scrapbook of pics.”

Chin hands. Megatron stared at him for an extended period of time before murmuring, "You say things that do make me want to suck your spike."

achievedsomething

Roddy stares at Megatron for a moment, then down at his dick (laid in Megatron’s palm for him to see said flames). Then back at Megatron, and his pretty, pretty mouth. Why are his lips so pouty? Is this allowed?

He shrugs. “Sucking and fucking is up to you, Megs. It hurt like a buttcheek on a stick to get the engravings done, but the end result’s pretty sweet, all things considered.”

#flames and passion | rodimus #achievedsomething

Why ARE his lips so pouty? ...was that a Matrix thing? He really didn't understand that bauble. ...it had decent taste, though.

"Watch your profanity," he murmured back, perhaps a little to familiar with Rodimus and Earth memes, and gave the mech a little stroke. "It's up to you, too, you know. I'm asking- may I?" It was a nice spike, all things considered. And he had it on good authority that it warmed up.

achievedsomething

"You have flames on your spike. Who are those for?"

“Myself, duh. In case pictures leak on the intranet, I’ll know it’s my cord and I can print them out and add them to my scrapbook of pics.”

#flames and passion | rodimus #achievedsomething

Chin hands. Megatron stared at him for an extended period of time before murmuring, "You say things that do make me want to suck your spike."

There’s a plain, matte black device on the washrack counter. It’s about the length of Megs’ index finger and has a few buttons on it, but most of the paint that once adorned the buttons has faded over time.

It doesn't matter that the paint had faded- Megatron knew what it was immediately.

And if it was sitting out, of course, that could only mean that Rung was.. mm. Unbidden, a grin stretched across his faceplates, almost smarmy as he picked up the little controller. "Which one was it, again..?" He tapped a few buttons, just because he could, feigning false ignorance to himself, even though he knew very well what those buttons did.

"No, not this one, I don't think- not that one, either.."

best-for-last

Windshield won't clasp shut over his auxiliary fuel support tanks?

Duct tape.

Duct tape fixes everything.