In the end, they had to send for a set of maximum-security manacles for Optimus. He kept breaking the other kind.
It was worth the delay, though, and the mild frustration, and his partners' teasing. He was truly immobile now, shuddering under Galvatron's devastatingly skillful hands while Hot Rod whispered surprisingly dirty things in his audial. His couplings were open and exposed, sparking wantonly, and his mask was somewhere across the room. He was helpless, defenseless, aching for every touch. And he loved it.
"Louder for us, Optimus," Hot Rod murmured. "I want the whole compound to know what we're doing to you."
Optimus obligingly moaned louder, tilting his head back and clenching his fists. He moaned again when Galvatron paused in his ministrations. "We?" the Decepticon asked archly.
"Hey, with my hands chained behind me, I'm kind of limited to dirty talk." Hot Rod wiggled, the chain clinking between his shackles. "But you're doing a great job on your own."
"Of course I am! I'm Galvatron!"
"Yeah, yeah. You're Galvatron, I'm Hot Rod, he's Optimus. So glad we all know each other."
"Hot Rod, I'm warning you..."
"Excuse me," Optimus rumbled, arching his hips off the berth. "But if you two wouldn't mind..."
Galvatron smirked; Hot Rod laughed. Galvatron resumed his ministrations on Optimus's hips and thighs, while Hot Rod put his mouth to work doing more that just talking. And if the two of them were surprisingly adept at working in concert, that was something Optimus couldn't bring himself to worry about at that moment.
Re: Drabble tennis! XD
It was worth the delay, though, and the mild frustration, and his partners' teasing. He was truly immobile now, shuddering under Galvatron's devastatingly skillful hands while Hot Rod whispered surprisingly dirty things in his audial. His couplings were open and exposed, sparking wantonly, and his mask was somewhere across the room. He was helpless, defenseless, aching for every touch. And he loved it.
"Louder for us, Optimus," Hot Rod murmured. "I want the whole compound to know what we're doing to you."
Optimus obligingly moaned louder, tilting his head back and clenching his fists. He moaned again when Galvatron paused in his ministrations. "We?" the Decepticon asked archly.
"Hey, with my hands chained behind me, I'm kind of limited to dirty talk." Hot Rod wiggled, the chain clinking between his shackles. "But you're doing a great job on your own."
"Of course I am! I'm Galvatron!"
"Yeah, yeah. You're Galvatron, I'm Hot Rod, he's Optimus. So glad we all know each other."
"Hot Rod, I'm warning you..."
"Excuse me," Optimus rumbled, arching his hips off the berth. "But if you two wouldn't mind..."
Galvatron smirked; Hot Rod laughed. Galvatron resumed his ministrations on Optimus's hips and thighs, while Hot Rod put his mouth to work doing more that just talking. And if the two of them were surprisingly adept at working in concert, that was something Optimus couldn't bring himself to worry about at that moment.