rodion | DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

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DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

( He's in trouble. He's Rodimus, the younger of Nova's two candidates for Prime, and he is absolutely in trouble. It's not his fault. He just happened to be somewhere where trouble results, although okay - that part isn't new.

And he knows exactly how he got here in the first place, it's the same as it always is.

Orion frowns at him every time he leaves the Primal Basilica dressed in a cloak - knowing full well that he's going to go to those places that Nova finds unlawful and unruly. Sure, the other Prime in training had attempted to stop him before, to no avail. That makes something twinge in Rodimus because he likes Orion, he really does.

Then again, most people like Orion 'Super Cop, Future Prime' Pax. Because apparently some people like having a career that's pointless once you know you'll carry the Matrix. He guesses that has to do with Orion having spent some of his life from out of Nova's influence - maybe that made you like police work.

Not that Rodimus would know what that's like - Nova snatched him up two days after he was forged, as if he knew exactly where to find him. Must be a 'wisdom of the Matrix' thing. Find your replacements before someone else does and what not. But it boiled down to the fact that he'd never really got to know or experience life outside the basilica walls and for every time Nova told him he shouldn't or couldn't go out - he did.

Which is how he ends up standing over someone he punched into a wall - thanks Galvatron and Cyclonus for teaching him that one - inadvertently starting a bar fight that he is determined to win. Rodimus is pretty sure that as a mysterious cloaked and hooded figure, he definitely looks awesome which negates the trouble.

Mostly. )

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( Rodimus kisses his way from Minimus's mouth to the side of his helm, nuzzling and mouthing the seam where it meets the green plating of his face before moving his attention back to his neck. He really can't say why he's fascinated by it, just that he is.

The hand that hasn't moved from his hip stay there still, forcing the plating aside to rub circles over the now-exposed wires. )

[ He will never admit to the sound that pulls from him, shifting the best he can to make himself more accessible and feeling strangely frustrated by the extra armor of his frame for the first time in a long time.

Rodimus has him pinned and surrounded and he only wants more. ] Rodimus! Please, Rodimus-

( He may never admit to it, but Rodimus is definitely committing it to memory. It sends a shock straight through him, fans kicking up another notch as he takes everything in - the feeling of Minimus beneath him, around him, the sound of his name. )

Primus, Minimus, I--

( The hand falls away from the wires - like his attention, he can barely keep focused on one thing for long - sliding down to wrap around Minimus' spike. It's awkward, and his strokes don't match up, but boy does he mean it. )

C'mon, I want to see you.

( Which means pulling his face up away from Minimus' neck and while that's a crime in of itself, Rodimus figures the pay off will be worth it. )

[ The hand on his spike and Rodimus' voice tips him over the edge. He overloads hard, head thrown back and body arching up against Rodimus, tearing his hands away at the last moment to sink them into the couch rather than Rodimus' armor.

His entire frame twitches helplessly in the aftershocks, fans going full force to cycle out the hot air. ]

( Rodimus overloads a few thrusts after, shallow and hasty as they might be because he can't hold on after seeing that. And anyway, it's the end result that matters as far as he's been concerned. It's tempting to almost collapse on Minimus - he shifts slightly so that he's resting on his forearms, still propped up over the other 'bot.

His own frame is heaving from the effort of his fans to bring down his internal temperature, but even that's not enough to wipe the returning smirk off his face. )

I've got to go off world more often if this is what I get when I come back.

Don't be ridiculous.

[ It's not quite as stern as he might normally have liked and it's definitely undermined when he reaches up to tug Rodimus down. He wants a kiss and he wants the feeling of Rodimus' weight pressing him down, which is an urge he will examine another time. ]

( That gets a laugh, but Rodimus follows - nuzzling the side of Minimus' face before kissing him properly. He shifts slightly, sliding out, before fully giving into Minimus' demand and resting his weight on the other 'bot, keeping him pinned to couch. )

'M not. And anyway, you're the one with the ridiculous house sigil.

( Which he is going to brush his thumbs across before deciding that he's going to kiss him again. )

[ He shifts to wrap his arms around Rodimus, shivering a little at the sensation of him pulling out, and leaning into the kiss.

He frowns at Rodimus' words, though. ]

It is not ridiculous. [ Another shiver for the brush and he'll murmur into the kiss. ] And you seem to like it just fine.

Mmm. It's kinda cute.

( Take your pick on which word you'd rather have used to describe it, Minimus. But he grins. )

It suits you.

[ that gets an indignant huff.]

Cute! [ so incredulous]

Yep.

( He's going to nuzzle the side of Minimus' face, just because he can. )

You're not helping convince me otherwise.

That's-

[ The nuzzling makes for a good distraction, he leans into it. ]

I'm not cute.

You are.

( He shifts again so he can rest his chin on his arms crossed over Minimus' chassis, staring down at him with his usual smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. )

You're cutest when you're indignant and your mustache practically quivers.

[ He gets a very indignant huff for that. ]

You have a warped idea of what cute is.

No offense, Minimus, but you're not doing a good job of convincing me otherwise.

( Juuuuust saying. )

I stand by my opinion.

[ He reaches out to brush his fingers against the side of Rodimus' face, tracing the lines of his helm. ] I would say you're beautiful, but I'm not sure your ego needs it.

You've just said it. You can't take it back now.

( There's an appreciative, low hum at the touch as Rodimus leans into it. But his smile is less smug and more soft around the edges and he untucks one of his arms to catch Minimus' hand in his, pressing his lips against the knuckles. )

And my ego can always use a boost.

( Beautiful. Minimus thinks he's beautiful. That stirs something warm in his chassis, as if his spark has swelled rather than his head. Which means that the sensible thing to do is kiss him again - this time long and slow. )

[ He nearly smiles in return, feeling unexpectedly warm at the gentle kiss against his hand. ]

Well. It is the truth.

[ And then he's only all too happy to lean up into the kiss, hands sliding over Rodimus' helm and shoulders to keep him close. ]

( He hums again, and when he finally breaks the kiss it's only to nuzzle the side of his head absentmindedly. )

You know you're not half bad yourself.

Well.. Thank you. [ He turns into the touch, a low content sound escaping. He would be more than happy to stay there the rest of the night. Or well, he would be more than happy to take this to his berth and stay there but a thought occurs to him. ]

We were supposed to go dancing when you came back.

Oh scrap.

( He pushes himself off of Minimus, trying to find something to clean themselves off with while simultaneously checking his chronometer to see if they had enough time to make it there before it started. )

We can still make it-- ( He's going to trip over his own feet if someone doesn't stop him. )

[ That would be Minimus, catching Rodimus' hand before he can get too far. ]

I. Was thinking perhaps we could stay in. I have music.

[ He feels rather ridiculous saying so, but also he feels strangely unwilling to give up this quiet and intimate evening. ]

Oh. ( But then his expression brightens, and he grins - squeezing his hand momentarily. ) Sure, yeah. Pick something to dance to and I'll find something to clean up.

( With a gesture at his own thighs before going to grab a rag from wherever he remembers them being when he wandered through Minimus' apartment before. Bound to be around here somewhere, if only because he had a sneaking suspicion the dustless everything meant that someone was a bit of a neat freak. )

[ Ah... He had forgotten about the mess. Rodimus was proving to be a more effective distraction than he had originally anticipated. ]

There are clean cleaning clothes in the cabinet in the hall.

[ He'll still try to wipe a bit of it away himself, which is of course useless once he stands up and there is... well. A slightly larger mess running down his thighs now. He grimaces and moves to carefully select the appropriate music. ]

( He finds them with no trouble, palming the door open and grabbing a handful. After cleaning himself and dumping the cloth somewhere where he's pretty sure it goes, he wanders back to Minimus.

Sliding his arms around the other midsection, Rodimus presses himself as close to Minimus' back as the armor will let him, resting his chin on a shoulder. )

So? What'd you find?

( Said while the hand holding the cloth drags over Minimus' abdomen, over the creases around his waist and pelvis. )

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gently uses this account because lmf icons

such a face it is

the prettiest faces

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