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Rating: NC-17
Series: G1
Pairings/Prompt: G1: Red Alert/Optimus Prime – treat – heavy petting
Warnings: Sticky
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: I had fun doing the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge, if no one else enjoyed reading them. So when tf_rare_pairing announced their October challenge, I thought I might try something similar. Though this is going to be different as I have to write on a daily basis again. But that was fun when I did it before (both times). So yeah… wish the ever-more-eccentric one luck? I don't normally write in present tense, but this story seemed to want to be written that way...
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno

“Ah Primus, just there!” Red Alert’s voice is sharp and filled with pleasure.  Optimus’ fingers curl in his valve and he shrieks his overload.  His world dissolves into static and blackness.

When he onlines again, Optimus is there, cradling him against his chest.  He stretches, limbs heavy with post-overload satisfaction.
“Can I?” He asks, so desperately wanting to return the favor.  Optimus nods and Red Alert immediately settles himself above Optimus’ ready spike.  However, hands on his hips stop any further movement.
“Optimus?” Red Alert’s voice wavers and he hates that he can hear the disappointment and pleading in his tone.  Optimus just shakes his head.  Not today.  Not ever.

And Red Alert can’t help but be a little disappointed at that.  But each time he tries, as though the Prime would forget, would allow him, would ignore his duties.  Would ignore that as a Matrix holder he has to remain celibate.  At least they can do some things, of that Red Alert consoles himself.  He shuffles back down Optimus’ frame, settling between Optimus’ legs.  He nuzzles against Optimus’ spike, kissing up the length of it before glancing up at Optimus.  His lover’s optics are dark with arousal, and Red Alert allows himself a smile.  Right before he takes all of Optimus in his mouth.  His Prime is large, but he’s had plenty of practice at this.  They can never go past heavy petting, which is a shame, but there is so much enjoyment to be had.  And they are both well versed at teasing one another by now.

Optimus’ hips buck as he lets out a moan, hands coming down to frame Red Alert’s helm, one large finger sweeping across a horn and drawing a strangled moan from his lover.  Red Alert pulls back off Optimus’ spike, noting how his lover’s hands move with him.
“Now now, I’ve already had my overload.” He reprimanded, though the smirk on his face was anything but disapproving.  Optimus nodded, hands tightening ever so slightly and pressing down against his helm.  Red Alert allowed himself to be guided back to his lover’s spike, swallowing it down expertly.  His glossa flattens against the base, and he pulls back, dentae just scraping the sensors.

Optimus overloads with a deep grunt, holding Red Alert in position as he thrusts through his overload.  Red Alert finally pulls away, licking his lips in obvious pleasure.  Like the cat that got the cream, Optimus thinks, gently caressing a helm horn.  Red Alert snuggles close, satisfied with everything they’ve done.

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