@petrexian | I’m too lazy to hunt down the meme
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It was a simple thing to set up a pole sturdy enough to bear his weight and he’d poured hours into practice. The way he was able to move always left him crackling with need and he was eager to show his lover. He and Prowl had been dating for a while and there was no doubt in his mind that they were ready for the next step--but he felt the other needed some encouragement. As his body twisted around the pole, the picture of seductive elegance, he was completely unaware of the others presence. Normally more intune with his surroundings with his visor off, he was far too focused to notice the quiet entrance. The music playing over his stereo was filthy and low with a heavy bass backing it. He fell into the rhythm with a will, imaging the enforcers hands all over him. His engine purred as he arched against the pole, servos wandering coyly over his frame, echoing his imagination. They teased at his hips, holding them as he rolled them forward.
He stayed there for a moment, grinding against the pole before he lifted his hands above his head. They gripped the pole as he rolled himself back up from his slightly bent position til his spinal strut curved. Then with practiced ease he slid up onto the pole and he began to almost dance. His legs curved around it and he spun for a moment, feeling the rush of the beat go straight to his helm. He tightened his grip, allowing his legs to curve up so he was upside down. He then began to arch them teasingly before doing the splits, showing off his flexibility and grace. His fans whirred to life, trying to keep him cool even as his heat skyrocketed. He could imagine Prowl watching him, hungry for more and admiring the way he moved. Oh how he wanted to show off; to work his lover up just as much as he was. He didn’t care how, he just needed his hands all over Prowl.
Twirling once more he came back down off the pole only to drop down in a filthy display before he arched once more, sticking out his aft as much as possible before straightening once more. He finished by curving one leg around the pole and using it to hold his balance as he fell backwards as if in a dip, his hands on his hips. The music faded into silence and without breaking the pose he slowly onlined his visor once more. His gaze caught Prowls and his engine stuttered, embarrassed and delighted all at once at having been caught in such a lecherous display. He almost lost his balance and had to dart out a hand, grabbing the pole for extra balance. “Heya Prowler.” he purred, voice low with unsatisfied desire. “Like what you see~?” And he licked his lips, long and slow.
