leaderofteamprime:
Optimus himself almost purred as the seeker reached up and pulled him closer. ‘That voice…’ he thought for a moment, but then the words registered and he met that challenge, leaning the last few inches to press his lips to those of the seeker.
His engine revved approvingly, and he pulled them closer, one servo cradling the back of their head, the other resting on their waist. He paid no mind to the sputtering councilor, or the growing attention of the crowd. He was entirely focused on the delicious lips of the seeker, and the warmth of them against him.
There was a small moment where Starscream squeaked, surprised or perhaps even the pull on his frame, which wouldn’t have occurred at all had he not been drunk && unbalanced due to the alcohol. Still, he melted into the perfect, mischievous little partner that would drive the crowd into meltdown.
He pressed his frame fully against the other, delicate but dangerous talons curling to keep a firm hold on his helm, while others looped effortlessly around one of Optimus’s arms. He carefully guided the Prime’s servo behind him, allowing it to rest comfortably against his lower back; the way he pressed into the kiss, however, indicated that perhaps that servo should slide a little lower.
Wings gave quiet little flutters behind him, then folded to give those that had the misfortune to be behind him a clear view of what caused the disturbance in the poor, disturbed councilor that was forced to bear witness to Optimus Prime smooching on Megatron’s true heir.
He hoped somebody was taking pictures.











