"Why is it every time I need you, you're always in the Archives stashed away in your office?"

Alpha Trion looked up from his Covenant and set aside his Energon and Quill. He was sitting at his desk peacefully when Solus arrived. He gestured to the massive library he had a nice view of from his office window shaped like the Matrix of Leadership that was renowned for holding the greatest wisdom kept close by the Primes.

Alpha mused at that and shook his helm, turning in his chair to face the window, "Solus, I can't just drop everything, especially with all these visions I've been getting of the future. Some are disturbing and keep me up for days. Some are beautiful, full of harmony and peace that some of us might not see in our lifetimes. I need to document them; it is what Primus has plagued me with as their servant of Cybertron."

"Hmm, I can fix that..."

"Nice of you to offer, Solus, but I-"

The sound of shuffling made him turn back only to freeze as he found all his stuff had been moved to the side and instead, Solus took the place of his Covenant sitting with her legs open and her valve out. Alpha was at a loss of words, the very first time he never had anything to say. No words of wisdom for sure. Solus just leaned back slightly on one arm and puffed out her chest to show off her physique that he had a reaction to...somewhere.

"I think I have the perfect cure for fatigue, Alpha. It's something you and I can both enjoy, and it will help you," she purred, rubbing slow circles and making Alpha's attention unable to leave her.

Alpha had to take a moment to gather his thoughts and try to play the sensible one. "Solus, while I appreciate the concern...I don't think this is very appropriate..."

There wasn't much that he could do when Solus rolled her optics and instead slipped onto his lap with her legs folded on each side of him. He was pressed against the chair unsure of where his servos were supposed to go. She rested her weight on him. He felt the outline of her equipment and struggled to process the feeling of it rubbing on him. Solus then cradled his chin and hovered her lips over his with his helm tilted to look up at her.

"I don't think Primus will mind me borrowing their best archivist and adding some lube to keep him up and running properly."

That popped a gasket or two. His servos hesitantly went to her waist as she reached down to paw at his interface array while grinding down on him. His engine sputtered and whined at her persistence. He finally broke and released his humble spike that he thought would be not impressive to her, only to get the immediate surprise of her grabbing it and seating herself fully with no preparation with a noise of delight.

One thing about Solus was she was not one for gentleness. Alpha Trion was stuck processing the sudden wave of arousal and tension from Solus bouncing on his lap and making his chair creak. It was not supposed to take such pressure, but he didn't even try to tell her that. All he did was hang on to her for the ride.

He was aware if anybody looked up to his office window high above the Archives main level, they would see Solus facing backwards going down on a chair with someone in it. As far as he knew, there were only a few bots in the building and his office was soundproof for needing complete silence to focus on his work. Now, he was kind of glad it was soundproof because his spike was getting action he hadn't obtained in years.

Her servos were clinging to the chair back and the only thing he could see in front of him, when he wasn't closing his optics blissfully, was Solus with a passionate expression.

"Are you going to overload for me, Alpha?"

That made him groan at the rapid heat in his chassis when she went still to take every inch of him to suffocate it and press her chestplate on his chin waiting for an answer. He desperately wanted her to move again, so he all but muttered, "Y-Yes, Solus."

Instead of numbing his lap, he was shocked and nearly came when Solus had a devious purr and sharply snapped her hips to grind on him. It felt surreal. He was dead weight in that chair for once, and he could appreciate it as Solus did all the work. His spike was about to explode in the chaos amid her cries of pleasure when she went back to impaling herself, his servos lazily holding onto her aft.

With a heavy whimper, he came and serenity rushed through him like all his burdens disappeared for a moment. Solus followed suit rocking into him. Solus was an aggressive masseuse. But he found her readjusting to lift off him and move back so she could stroke his spent spike covered in their fluids. She still had one servo on the edge of his chair beside his helm.

"I-I-I must get back to work-"

Solus then asked playfully, "Who said we're done? Fatigue needs work. I'm going to make you sleep good tonight."

Alpha was at a loss again but liked her hold on his aching member.

The remainder of the day, he got nothing done that he wanted to. Solus wouldn't let him. But after having her riding him for a decent amount of time between other activities, it was safe to say...he did find time for recharge and was, for the first time, late to a meeting from sleeping past his normal schedule with no visions or disturbances. Ironically, it was the best sleep he ever had. And Solus pretended nothing happened when he saw her during that meeting. All he could think was whether or not he should perhaps take more breaks.

AN: Favorite one so far, not going to lie. Alpha Trion getting rode on in his chair was an image in my head for a good day or two. Solus was the perfect candidate for it.