Le Second Chapter?
Plenoptic
This one is for Phoenix. I promised her a surprise. And I shall deliver. :D
The knocking at the door that morning was not at all welcome, nor was it in any way expected. There was a policy in the Autobot base, an unspoken protocol that stated that Prime's quarters were absolutely off-limits to visitors at any hour of the day or night. His personal quarters were his sanctuary, his home within a home, where he relaxed and rested and indulged his every whim and desire. Anyone who came knocking without a fragging good reason would be greeted by a snarling, seething, and altogether very unforgiving mass of Autobot commander. His compassionate, gentle, patient demeanor went straight out the window—when he was in his rooms, with his femmes, he wanted to be left alone.
Growling darkly, Optimus Prime cracked one optic open, glaring vehemently in the direction from which the insistent—and increasingly irritating—noise originated. He pushed himself up on one arm, rubbing a hand over his face, tossing a glance at his chronometer. It wasn't terribly early, nearly his rising time, but he was annoyed nonetheless. The knocking picked up with a vigor, and with a long sigh, tenderly pulling the covers up over the bare body of his sleeping mate—Elita reflexively kicked him in the shin—Optimus resigned himself to answering the door.
None of his girls were up yet, much to his relief. For the three days since Nightshade had been 'deflowered,' as it were, Optimus Prime's quarters had been rocking with near constant interface, and he couldn't help but be immensely relieved that the femmes had finally worn themselves out. His poor rod had endurance like no other, but even it was getting tired of the abuse.
"For the love of Primus," he growled, jerking the door open with one mighty hand, "who the frag-?"
"Don't talk to me like that," his visitor snapped, and he blinked, shocked.
"…Erm. Phoenix?"
"Morning," she said, clasping her hands behind her back, smirking up at him prettily. "I figured it might finally be safe to come up. How's it going?"
"Ugh." He leant himself against the doorframe, shuttering his optics tiredly. "Please don't say 'come.' What are you doing here?"
"Magnus is out," she said simply, and he groaned loudly.
Phoenix was a unique case. She was technically Prime's, in that he'd been the one to take her innocence and was responsible for her safety and finances, but she refused to live with him, instead choosing to room—and bed—with his stoic City Commander, Ultra Magnus. Prime couldn't help but adore the femme. Incorrigibly snarky, wickedly creative, and cunningly beautiful, she came across as untamable, a fiery—well, a fiery phoenix. Wild, uninhibited, far too independent for any mech to capture. Optimus and Magnus knew better—it had taken vorns of whittling away at her defenses, but they'd managed to expose a happy, fun-loving little femme, endlessly witty and full of laughter. Magnus had fallen in love with her, and Optimus had given his blessing for her to stay with him, denying his own profound desire for the femme.
Luckily for him, Phoenix had a wicked threesome fetish.
Unluckily for him, Phoenix also knew that Optimus had a thing for her—which meant that if Magnus was gone and she was bored, it was Optimus's responsibility to see to her needs.
"Look, Phoenix, I'm exhausted," he explained, frowning when her lower lip trembled into a pout. "Come on. You know how it is when we get a new one."
"Seriously, Optimus? You're up here getting all you want and I haven't even been kissed in four days," she grumped, folding her arms over her chest. "I'm lonely."
Optimus flinched. Damn it all. He never could say no to an unhappy femme. Sighing heavily, he opened his arms and pulled Phoenix into his chest, smiling at the femme's delighted squeal and the arms that clasped around his hips.
"Optimus, kiss me," she requested happily, smiling up at him. He complied at once, bringing her close and meshing his lips with hers, loving the quick little glossa that flickered out to greet him.
"Eager today, aren't we," he murmured, nipping her lower lip before sucking it tenderly between his own. She mumbled softly in response, placing her hands on either side of his head and angling her mouth, devouring him happily. Personally she preferred Magnus over Optimus in bed, but no one beat her Prime in a kiss.
"Not here," he breathed softly, clasping a hand against her lower back when her fingers skittered over his chestplates. Pulling her along gently, he maneuvered them both inside his quarters, shutting the door, and then all at once Phoenix was in control, pushing him back until his legs hit the couch. He tumbled backwards, landing on the cushions back first, lips intertwined all the while with hers. His inner male rebelled unhappily at the treatment, and with some difficulty he managed to wrestle himself upright, holding Phoenix in his lap, her head just a smidgen above his own. She broke the kiss with a soft squeal of surprise when his fingers brushed her panel questioningly.
"Switching it up today?" she inquired, quirking a cute grin down at him. "I didn't think you know how to do anything besides missionary, big bot."
"Hush," he growled, capturing her mouth with his once more, removing her armor with expert ease. There was nothing more tantalizing, fragile, and beautiful than a female in protoform, with all sensitive circuits bare and exposed, waiting for a male's touch. He pulled her in close, and she draped her arms over his shoulders, clutching his back armor tightly and whimpering when he lifted his hips, pushing his length into her to the hilt.
"Aah—Optimus…!"
"Okay?" he panted, placing a hand on her aft and the other on her thigh for leverage, shuttering his optics tightly and resisting the urge to pound into her. They hadn't been together for a while—her port wasn't accustomed to his rod anymore.
"Mmm—yeah—I'm good," she replied, reaching one arm underneath his to clasp her hands together against his middle back, holding onto him tightly. Primus, the mech felt good, his strong, toned body practically rippling beneath her own curvy frame. "Go for it."
He couldn't string together the words to agree, nearly incoherent with lust. Warm lips gently traced her neck, his denta bit into her shoulder, drawing a small, needy gasp from the femme, and then he was moving, lifting his hips up into her with swift, even motions, bringing them together as intimately as possible.
Their coupling was divine. Phoenix had forgotten how big her Prime was, thick and long from root to tip, filling her almost to the point of pain. He kept his face pressed against her warm metallic skin, sucking on sensitive wires, optics shuttered and hands grasping her tightly with each plunge into her slick warmth. Exhaustion be damned, he fragging loved femmes-and he loved fragging femmes.
Phoenix cried out loudly as her lower muscular cables began to shudder into contractions, leaving her panting and cresting fast, moaning with each stroke.
"Optimus," she pled helplessly, tightening her walls around him and milking his rod each time he pulled out. "Optimus. Optimus. More…."
Chestplates heaving, body dangerously close to overload, he angled his hips forward, and she cried out desperately when he pushed into her hard, the base of his rod stimulating her external node. Panting, she pushed herself up against his chest and pressed her mouth to his, kissing him heatedly, moaning when their glossae intertwined.
The only warning Optimus got was a flash of red and blue in his peripheral vision, and suddenly his partner was gone, leaving his rod straining in the open air. Gasping, vents heaving from the kiss and vision near white with overheat, Optimus looked up. Ultra Magnus towered over him, a whining, writhing Phoenix clasped tightly in his arms.
"Welcome home?" Optimus managed weakly. Magnus arched one optic ridge, unimpressed, and motioned with one wide hand. Optimus reluctantly scooted to the left, and Magnus dumped his royally gorgeous aft into the vacated seat on the couch, setting his panting femme in his lap and promptly thrusting up into her.
"What the hell, Magnus," Phoenix moaned out, voice hitching with every thrust. "Not cool."
"Hush, femme," he ordered quietly, arms wrapping around her with infinite tenderness as he pulled her mouth to his. Phoenix transitioned easily from interfacing to love making, returning her lover's gentle caresses and soft whispers. She overloaded with a soft, sweet moan, clutching her mate tightly. Magnus released a soft, desperate growl, adjusting his angle and pistoning his hips into hers, pace becoming harder and wilder now that she had been satisfied. Optimus watched silently, optics darkening when his best friend climaxed, clutching his little femme close and letting loose a guttural cry.
The couple was still for several moments, intakes struggling to bring their temperatures back down to safe levels. Phoenix released a shaky laugh, lifting her head off her mate's shoulder to grin up at her handsome mech.
"What are you doing back early, sweetie?" she purred, mouthing softly against his throat. "I wasn't expecting you home for another two days at least."
"I abused my authority and delegated some duties off," he explained quietly, shuttering his optics in delight at her attention. "I wanted to see you." Cracking an optic open, he smirked over at Optimus, sprawled uncomfortably on the couch with a very insistent Little Prime stationed at attention between his thighs. "Can't leave you two alone for more than a few days before you both get frisky, it seems."
"That was unnecessary," Optimus growled irritably. If there was anything he disliked more than being disturbed at home, it was being interrupted in the middle of interface. It was practically a violation of the "mech code," regardless of who Phoenix belonged to.
"Oh, stop whining," Magnus sighed, gently lifting his femme off of his frame to get on his knees on the floor. "Face me."
"Why?" Optimus asked suspiciously.
"Prime, turn around," Magnus ordered testily, and with reluctance Optimus maneuvered on the couch to face his best friend, wincing uncomfortably when his rod bobbed with the movement. Magnus was quiet for a moment, contemplating the image before him—and then leaned in, taking Optimus's entire erection in his mouth without a word of warning. Phoenix laughed loudly; Optimus's optics widened to comical proportions, his hips lifting up into Magnus's sinfully talented mouth.
"What—ohh—Magnus-! Don't…s-stop…."
He groaned loudly, shuttering his optics tightly. It had been a long time since they'd done this—Magnus usually wasn't so keen to have a mech's rod in his mouth. All inhibitions had obviously been cast aside—he was throat-deep in Optimus Prime and sucking and licking his best friend's erection.
"Don't stop…" Optimus pled softly, one hand cupping Magnus's helm. "M-Magnus…"
Magnus hummed softly, shuttering his optics, delighting in Optimus's sinfully erotic moans. The rod in his mouth hardened, the hand against his helm clenched, and Optimus finally went over the edge, climaxing powerfully inside his best friend's mouth. Magnus couldn't help but online his optics, greedily drinking in the sight before him—the Prime straining in overload, back impossibly arched, mouth open in wordless exclamations of ecstasy, brought to the greatest heights of pleasure by the being he trusted more than any other in the universe.
Swallowing gently, Magnus extracted Optimus's rod from his throat, licking him lightly until he softened. Groaning, Optimus forced himself to sit upright, pulling a surprised Magnus against his chest in an awkward hug.
"Remind me again why I don't just bond with you?" he mumbled drowsily, and even Magnus couldn't help but to crack a grin at that.
There will be more with Phoenix and Magnus in later chapters. Just taking them for a quick spin to give the other femmes time to recuperate :3 Just a quick little...quickie...to tide y'all over until I can come up with something substantial. ...And containing a plot.