@punch-draws-comics the starscream keychains came in the mail for me today and I was just delighted! I think the little hanging studs I scrounged up from my bag of mixed earrings work perfectly and I’m super excited to wear them to work to tomorrow!! Thank you so much!
🌸 Continuity: IDW
🌷 Rating: Mature
🌸 Relationship: Rodimus/Megatron
🌷 Characters: Megatron & Rodimus
🌸 CW: Sexual tension, just kiss already, straddling, hot make-outs, light choking, dom/sub
🌷 Summary: Megatron and Rodimus storm into their hab suite after a meeting (also yeah they share a suite 'cause they're co-captains and also hopelessly flirting and the crew has just accepted it)
Ficlet under the cut~!
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"Well that went as bad as it could have gone," Megatron let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh yeah? They backed me against a wall!" Rodimus retorted behind the towering mech, "Tell me, 'most fearful leader in the galaxy,' how would you have handled that differently?!"
Without needing words, Megatron swung around and made use of Rodimus's statement, moving towards the smaller mech until he was literally backed against a wall. Rodimus knew exactly how to pry underneath his panels.
There had been a few times like these. Neither captain would budge on an issue, and it either led to a temporary silent treatment or… well, fragging. Both mechs held a lot of pent-up opinions, and sometimes that was the only way they could release some steam and come to some sort of truce. It was their own weird checks and balances.
And while Megatron glared down at the red-orange mech with searing red optics, tonight was looking like one of those times.
Not a nano-second later Megatron had Rodimus panting frantically against his lips. An intense and painful need overcame them as their glossas fought for dominance. As big as Megatron was, Rodimus put up quite a fight.
The smaller mech pushed himself into Megatron until the berth behind them buckled the steel mech's knees. Lips still fiercely connected, Rodimus hoisted himself up to straddle the large thighs in front of him, struggling a little at just how wide he had to stretch his legs. This only made his lower panel more uncomfortable to keep shut.
As stoic as Megatron was, Rodimus brought out a side of him that he was still coming to terms with. He let his guard down as Rodimus's efforts to straddle him pushed him back onto the berth. Immediately his cooling vents kicked on and the moment of perceived weakness startled him.
Rodimus, lost in the ecstasy of Megatron's burning lips, suddenly found himself flipped over on his back with a giant hand at his throat. Wide-eyed, energon pumped violently through him and flushed his cheeks.
"If we're going to do this," Megatron demanded, his voice rumbled through his chassis like thunder, "I am on top. You are the one keeping your legs spread. Got it?"
The dominance kicked Rodimus's fans into high gear. Oh boy. He was not going to be able to walk tomorrow.