KINKTOBER DAY 5 - COLLARING
Pairing: Optimus Prime x Drift Continuity: Bayverse
Drift fantasises of what he would like to do, while indulging in the collared Prime.
Since leaving the Decepticons Drift had been working on his self-control with meditation to curb his aggression and to help him learn to keep a calm and collected head, but the biggest challenge to his self-control wasn’t the occasional aggression, but rather the sight currently before him. He still wasn’t entirely sure what he had done to receive this honour, but nonetheless, the samurai cherished each and every encounter they had like this. Before he could dwell too long on it, he returned his attention to the present and immediately had to restrain himself, to not just simply grab the Prime and move him just like he wanted, no matter how rough or uncalled-for. Closing his optics, Drift took a few deep vents.
The revving of a motor had him focus on the kneeling collared form again, and a growl almost slipped free at the sight of his sensei being brought to submission so beautifully. Kneeling and arms crossed behind his back, a thick collar the same blue as his paint job wrapped around Optimus’ thick grey neck cables and his optics bright with charge after breems of being brought to the edge over and over again, without being allowed to overload. It made Drift want to do horrible horrible things to him.
Ruin that Prime-ly reputation and scratch up his paint job, tear out his interfacing panel and have his valve and port take his spike until they were gapped too much to tighten up again, giving everyone seeing the Prime a nice view into his insides, showing off his fitfully clenching callipers and bright biolights marking his nodes. He wanted to pierce those thick puffy valve lips and run a chain through and lock it over a false spike so wide and long that it would spread even the Prime’s loose hole. And while he stuffed his sensei’s valve with an enormous false spike, he would feed another equally big false spike into his aft port, but this one with a tube that fill and fill the Prime with his transfluid until he was bloated and so full that it slowly dripped out past the false spike, sullying his leg. With his greedy holes stuffed, he would take his sensei’s spike and stuff it with a sound as big as his digit and then force it back into its housing, and then he would magnetise an inhibitor over the housing to force the spike to remain inside and prevent his Prime from ever overloading.
But he couldn’t do that. What he could do, however, was open his sensei’s intake and push his spike inside the inviting heat and imagine that his fantasies were indeed true and that Optimus was not only struggling around the girth of his spike, but as well, because of the way he was stuffed and ruined beyond his understanding. With these thought, it did not take Drift long to overload, grabbing Prime’s collar and pulling him up to bury his spike to the base as he overloaded with a loud moan.
