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Pt. 25: "Organ fondling"
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There was plating in the way. Everyone had protective hatches, modesty plating for those who never went into combat, armor secured by locked latches for the warriors who reinforced everything vulnerable before heading into battle. Some people decorated their access points (looking at you, Prowl), but for the most part, Cybertronians shut their hotspots and equipment behind heavy metal. It was safer.
Soundwave stiffened as Megatron stopped behind him, one hand resting almost casually on his hip as if it were nothing to touch the communication specialist this way. If it'd been anyone else, Soundwave would have whipped around with glare so cold it'd frost his molester's armor. Since the wandering hand belonged to Megatron, that wasn't an option.
Well, it was, but it wasn't one Soundwave considered. He didn't really want to stop the fingers crawling toward his buttons, anyway.
He locked his knees as Megatron touched the first one, startlingly gentle. Instead of pushing it, Megatron pressed down just enough to rock it in its setting, and Soundwave's knuckles creaked from the grip he kept on the console. Another jiggle, and Megatron moved on, stroking hard between the buttons. The next button was touched in the same gentle manner, exploring and probing without pushing it down. It felt positively indecent nonetheless.
Soundwave's plating was latched down tight, everything safely behind closed panels, but his hips moved in time with Megatron's hand.
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