What You Deserve
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"If you welcomed it. I would give you what you so richly deserved."
"What do you mean by that?" Optimus asked.
"I mean…"
The individual stepped closer to Prime but did not touch him. He/she lowered his/her optics to gaze upon the floor and continued with a quiet voice.
"I would hold your body close - explore it until I knew every square nanometer."
"I would kiss your mouth until you melted into my servos."
Optimus' optics grew wide with shock. His mouth opened as if to say something but, no sound came forth.
"I would pleasure your interface until you begged for release."
"I would coax your chest plating open and caress your spark, GENTLY, until it thrummed with pleasure and carried you into overload."
Prime's ventilation intakes started coming in short quick gasps in spite of himself as the Cybertronian leaned in to whisper into his left audio.
"I would hold you securely, and revel in your bliss."
"That is… only if you welcomed it." Sidestepping away to give the Autobot leader more space, he/she kept his/her optics downcast.
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