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Their frames began to heat up as they pressed against one another. Soundwave wanted to verbalize his affection, to let Optimus know of all the ways he wanted him. But the verbalization and communication segment of his processor was still as faulty as it was the moment he first opened his optics as a protoform. The phrases swarmed in his processor, so many things he stored internally, everything he wanted to say. He sent the code to his vocals, only to have it bounce back and produce silence. He tried again, only the two most crucial words escaping him.
"…want you," he mumbled to the autobot.
"Take me," Optimus murmured. "Wait. Turn on the light, just a little." Soundwave complied, adjusting the lights to the lowest setting. He climbed over Optimus who looked up at him, optics tracing his face. "Primus, look at you."
Soundwave's own gaze had steadily moved south, over the red armor to his sleek silver waist and mouthwatering hips. No wonder Knockout was after him. It was a wonder everyone wasn't after him. Optimus shifted his knee joints, lifting his legs up to settle Soundwave between them. Soundwave ducked down, biting against Orion's hot interface panel.
"Open," Soundwave said, and Optimus obediently slid open the heated plating. Soundwave leaned back a little more, taking in the sight of Optimus laying on his berth, legs spread and port dripping with lubricant.
Soundwave's tentacles pushed out of his chest involuntarily. He grabbed them with embarrassment, restraining them against his chest. Optimus laughed lightly, a sexy smirk across his face. He sat up and took the end of one of the tentacles and pressed it to his mouth. Bots tended to respond fearfully in the presence of Soundwave's extra limbs, so Optimus' reaction was unusual. Optimus released the tentacle, and Soundwave started to feel comfortable to let them roam about, sliding over Optimus' frame. Optimus panted at the feeling. One of them slid over his spike, curling around it and squeezing. He gasped, feeding Soundwave's desire.
The end of one of the tentacles pressed against Optimus' port. He looked down and watched the extremity press into him, sliding into the wetness and moving around inside. A second tentacle head moved to the port, pushing in and slipping up beside the other. Soundwave was pleased as Optimus' legs twitched from the feeling. The extremities spread apart slightly, stretching and preparing. The two of them were about as thick together as Soundwave's spike, which he'd released from the interface panel.
Soundwave was preparing to pull out when Optimus moaned. "F-frag that feels good."
Soundwave leaned forward, kissing that sweet mouth as a new plan fell into his processor. "More?"
Optimus shook his head, "I couldn't take another."
Soundwave held Optimus' servos above his head, his expression letting the autobot know that he wanted to try. He knew the bot could take it, carefully calculated by the examination of the first two. He nipped at the hydraulics in Optimus' neck, distracting him as he slowly pushed a third tentacle in.
Optimus' mouth opened, helm falling back against the berth. Soundwave put a servo behind his helm and raised it up, encouraging him to look down. He wanted him to see what Soundwave was doing. The tentacles writhed inside of him, his legs shaking more from the feeling. They stretched him out further. Soundwave's fourth tentacle unwrapped from Optimus' spike and pressed itself against his opening.
Optimus shook his helm in disbelief, but to no avail. Soundwave pushed inside, barely able to contain his excitement as Optimus' face contorted with pleasure. He paused, letting the bot adjust to the invasion. And then he pressed deeper, one at a time sliding further into the wet port. They pulled out slightly and pushed in again, then started to pump, the ends curling and uncurling inside. Optimus whimpered, his spike starting to drip with transfluid. Soundwave slid his servo around it lightly, not wanting to send the other over quite yet.
He continued to pump into the whimpering bot. Optimus' knee brushed against Soundwave's hip frame, reminding the intelligence officer how turned on he was. He slowed his pace to a stop.
"What is it?" Optimus breathed.
Soundwave only responded with a devious smile, one that left Optimus' optics wide. Soundwave positioned himself closer between the other's legs.
"No no no, there's no way it will fit." Optimus begged. Soundwave red optics narrowed. He pressed, ever so slowly, pushing the head of his spike in between the tentacles. Optimus was fiercely hot inside, and so, so tight. Soundwave's processor swam with pleasure. His vocals growled uncontrollably, and he rocked his hips sharply forward. Optimus cried out, shivering as Soundwave continued to rock into him. The pace quickened as Soundwave thrust hard. Optimus' spike twitched in Soundwave's servo, dripping transfluid onto his pretty silver abdomen.
"Feels so good," Optimus moaned, "Soundwave… I'm…"
Soundwave pressed one of his tentacles deeper as he continued to pump into the port. The tentacle charged, and let off the lowest electrical impulse it could emit. Optimus cried out loudly, engine roaring and frame arching up violently as he overloaded. Soundwave kept him down with his own weight, continuing to pump as the impulses ran through his own spike. Optimus' port tightened maddeningly around him, sending him into an overload.
They lay panting, fans whirring inside. Soundwave breathed against Optimus' audio, running his digits over his chest as slowly, one by one, he slid out his tentacles and finally his spike.
"Mmh," Optimus murmured, optics shut.
Soundwave slid to his side, and Optimus curled up beside him. His tentacles wrapped around the autobot unashamedly.
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