DIY 9
Holy Hell, you people are relentless!Im trying ta crank these out as fast as I can, so hold on for me!
pairing: bayverse MegatronXOptimus
place: they live together
kink: incest
(they're wearing clothes in this)
optimus: baggy black jacket and white boxer shorts
megatron: plain white t-shirt and baggy grey pajama pants
Megatron was not a morning mech. At all. Never! So why the hell was he up now? Because this crazy son of a glitch has a plan...a plan to frag his brother right into the berth! Well, it didn't exactly start as a plan. More like a horny Megatron and a really good dream cycle. Calling morning wood a trivial thing clearly does not apply to him.
Megatron woke up heated, panting and his spike feeling like it was about to burst. Clearly in pain, he tried to recall why he had a raging hard on at 3 in the morning. Something about a certain naked red and blue mech, his legs open wide, the tight little valve clenching, and pleading faceplates...BAD MECH!
"Slagging Primus, I'm gonna die from a hard on!" he moaned to himself. Slowly and stiffly dragging himself off of his spacious berth, he succeeded in getting to the edge of the bed. Although he went a bit too far, and fell off of the berth. A loud clang and a colorful choice of words were heard. Grumbling all the way, Megatron ambled to his feet, and happened to look in the mirror by the door.
A tight plain white tee adorned his massive chest, hiding strong muscled cables that would have femmes and mechs alike drooling. Baggy grey pajama pants hung low on his metal frame, exposing a little bit of hip, all sharp panes and flat metal...until you met his fraggen huge aft crotch. Straining for release, it stuck out from the rest of his frame. Megatron couldn't help but glare at it. The steel grey mech groaned, face palmed, then as subtle as he could be, he practically ran to his brother's room.
The door was slammed open with enough force to knock over a mech. Megatron stormed in, to find that his brother was still asleep. A peaceful and calm expression adorned Optimus's face, letting him be the youngling he deserved to be. His optics blissfully shut, his lips gently parted into a pout, his cheeks lightly blushing. All in all, adorable. Screw adorable, Megatron is horny and he's gonna frag his bro into the next cycle!
Quietly and gently, Megatron attempted to remove the flame decorated blanket from his brother's body. Unfortunately the red and blue mech had managed to wrap himself up like a Transformers sized burrito. Losing patience, the grey mech simply rolled Optimus until he was free of his blankety prison. Miraculously, the younger brother did not wake. On the contrary, he proceeded to snuggle his pillow, burrowing his face into it.
Megatron took the opportunity to gaze at his brother. Wearing only white boxers, and (hey that's mine! thought Megatron) a big leather jacket, Optimus was attempting to find a source, cuz his stupid meanie brother stole his blanket. Unknown to the sleeping mech, Optimus was slowly inching towards his brother. Slowly, slowly, until he reached something warm. Sighing happily, he latched on, snuggling in again. Wait, it's hard...and it smells weird... And it's REALLY hot...
"Fragging Primus! I'm gonna kill you!"
Megatron let out an evil laugh. He latched onto the back of the blue helm, keeping his brother where he was. Oh, maybe that was a bad idea, Optimus breathing hit air onto his already sensitive crotch...Grrr.
Optimus, acknowledging that he's not gonna be able to go back to sleep, damn it, spurted up his own plan. Plan B, or Plan I'm gonna kill Megatron with blue ball bearings! Being all sneaky like, he inched his servo closer and closer to the apex of his brother's thighs, and there! Megatron glanced at his sibling's supposed innocent face, while said sibling was currently groping his equipment, squeezing roughly. A cheeky smile on his faceplates, Optimus then moved his servos inside the grey pants, grabbing the swollen spike and pulling it out of its cloth prison. Grinning with an equally sadistic grin, Megatron none too gently thrust into his brother's hand, hoping to intimidate him. He did not expect the red and blue mech to take the tip of the engorged spike into his hot little mouth, sucking lightly.
Giggling with a spike in your mouth will generate some spectacular results. Megatron growled like a lion, and basically shoved his whole member right into Optimus's mouth, drawling a squeak from the occupied mech. Hollowing his cheeks, Optimus sucked harder, glossa caressing the underside if the huge spike. Whimpering, a little oral fluid dripping down his chin, Optimus looked absolutely fuckable. WILL DO!
Megatron suddenly pulled his brother off of his spike, much to both of their displeasure. But, he digresses. He literally picked up his brother, and threw him onto the berth, on his back and legs askew. Attempting to regain his equilibrium, Optimus tried to control his limbs, only to find that his thighs were spread wide open, hindered by a solid body. He looked up to see smirking grey faceplates, sneaky grey servos sneaking under white boxers, passing by Optimus's spike, and towards the slightly dripping valve.
Mewling quietly, Optimus arched into the large servos, wanting more than just caressing. He wiggled out of his boxers, and shrugged of the stolen jacket, exposing everything. He spread his legs even wider, scooting his brother closer to him. Pleading optics, an adorable pout, an open bodily invitation? How could Megatron say no?
How you can seductively pull off your pants when you have such a raging boner is beyond most normal people, but the Greatness that is called Megatron can. He stripped off his clothes, letting his bro enjoy the view. After another bout of teasing touches, and assorted giggles, they finally got down to business. Brining the long blue enflamed legs up to steel grey shoulders, the dripping valve was completely exposed. Leaking copious amounts of lubricant, and clenching the air, it was attempting to draw the spike in just by sheer will.
Megatron grasped his raging erection, and tenderly positioned himself at Optimus's valve. Optimus whimpered, pulling his brother closer, to the point where his spike caressed the rim of the dripping valve, making Optimus mewl at the feeling.
Pushing in gently, Megatron groaned in pleasure. Optimus wailed out of pleasure, as his brother's spike pushed through the wet folds, and hit his sweet spot first thrust. He wrapped his legs around his sibling's waist, and silently begged him to move. And knowing Megatron, he never really does anything gently. Optimus reveled in the force of the thrusts.
Arching up to his brother, Optimus latched on, grabbing onto broad shoulders, pulling for more physical touch. Drawling close to overload, Megatron grabbed the beautifully sculpted aft and heaved it into his lap. He groaned in completion, pushing his spike all the way into Optimus's valve, pressing on his sweet spot relentlessly. Optimus screamed as he came, his stuffed valve being flooded with transfluid, gushing out onto his trembling thighs and onto Megatron's lap.
"Ahh...so good..." He murmured to himself.
"Mmm" Megatron agreed. "Thank you." he nuzzled Optimus's neck, licking the cables there.
"And now, we go back to bed!"
With Optimus still mounted on him, Megatron simply fell backwards onto the berth, his brother comfortably cuddled on his chassis. Optimus sighed, and glanced at his brother, who was already nodding off. He smiled, and joined his brother in recharge.
They would be repeating this cycle in about 5 hours...
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