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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[ he keens for that, hips twisting up and into the kiss as his head falls back. Whatever argument he might have been working up disappears.]

Please-!

( Nope, still not good enough. He pulls back fully, grinning up at Minimus, even if the other bot isn't looking at his face. Which is a shame, because that means Minimus is missing Rodmus licking the corner of his mouth to wipe away some lubricant.

What can he say? When he wants to win, he goes all in. )

Please what, Minimus?

[ His head snaps up when Rodimus moves his mouth, which is the opposite of what he wants, but it means he's treated to the sight of. That. Just. If there was a sign that this was a terrible idea and arguably the best one he's ever had, this would be it.

His helm falls back again with a hopeless moan. ]

Oh Primus, you'll be the death of me, please, Rodimus, I want your mouth, please!

Much better.

( He can't help laughing, though, and it rumbles through his chest as he puts his head back down. Another second or two of teasing - running his tongue along the edge before finally giving Minimus what he wants and sliding his tongue into the valve, pressing the tip against the first cluster of sensor nodes.

Rodimus' optics dim as he focuses on his task - hands gripping the smooth surface of the other bot's thighs tighter than necessary, as if by letting go he's going to somehow lose his ability to do this. )

[ His hands scrabble back, trying to find a more solid hold on the shelf behind him as his knees very nearly buckle at the feeling. Rodimus' grip on his thighs is almost as thrilling as what he's doing with his mouth, giving Minimus a flash of what he'll look like after. Perhaps he'll have dents of his own.

The thought is enough to make his spinal strut arch and the begging continue, despite already getting what he wants, aside from more, please Rodimus, more. ]

( If not dents, then telltale streaks of yellow at the very least. But with every utterance of his name, Rodimus' ego grows, and the smugness radiates off of him, even as he's on his knees in front of Minimus. He presses his tongue in further, one hand dragging across the plating of the other's leg while his other hand slips beneath a transformation seam to tug at the wires there.

It's hard to hold a conversation like this, so Minimus will just have to be satisfied with a groan from Rodimus - he's never going to not enjoy the sounds Minimus is capable of making. )

[ Minimus would hardly be able to parse words anyway. He shudders for the feeling and the sound of Rodimus' groan and keeps begging, getting exactly what he's desperate for.

It won't take much for him to overload, he's still sensitive and charged from earlier. ]

( Rodimus is banking on that, and picks up speed, occasionally pulling back to run his tongue along the rim. It's sloppy and just as earnest - but Minimus should expect that by now. With practice he'll get better, so there's a reason to continue attempting this.

Hearing Minimus beg for him? That's never going to get old, and he groans again - pressing another kiss against the value before going back to the task at hand. )

Minimus--

( Just keep saying his name like that, that's all he wants. )

[ he makes a noise at the kiss, a whine high and staticky. There's the fleeting thought that he should try to cover his mouth and at least try to muffle the embarrassing noises he's making. That's when his overload hits him, back bowing and hands tightening hard enough to leave deep gouges in the shelves he's gripping.

Hopefully Rodimus has a good grip, because his legs are not going to hold him. His grip loosens and he leans down, still making soft noises, looking for a kiss. ]

Rodimus..

( Please, he'd be upset if he couldn't hear him make them - that's part of the fun. He presses one last kiss to Minimus' inner thigh, one last pass of his tongue over his valve, before looking up at his name, smirk in place. He's about to say something, helping slide Minimus' leg off his shoulder so he can pull the other bot down closer to him when Minimus kisses him, still supporting most of his weight.

Which he's got no problems with at all - eagerly deepening the kiss even as he's dimly aware that he has to taste of lubricant. Maybe that's a thing with Minimus? Heh. )

So much for getting clean, huh.

( Not that he particularly minds. )

[ Minimus will actively deny that he has "a thing," but that doesn't change the fact that he still moans into the kiss, licks into Rodimus' mouth to make it just a little dirtier.

He'll lean away when Rodimus speaks, coming back to himself and looking a little embarrassed. ]

You're- Of course you're welcome to use to the shower if you like.

( Yep, sounds like the beginning of 'a thing' to Rodimus, who's wisely not going to remark on it at the moment. That can wait until sometime in the future. When he's got more proof to make sure Minimus doesn't try to make excuses and get out of owning up to it. )

Maybe later. Like tomorrow morning.

( He's in no rush, and moves to lie on the floor - this time attempting to bring down Minimus with him. Couch? Who needs a couch that was specifically bought to fit him and Minimus at the same time? )

[ Why can't you use that intuitive nature for more productive things that don't involve driving Minimus crazy. ]

You're not going to sleep here are you.

[ Really now, but he lets himself be tugged down, not cuddling closer. Yet. ]

( Because driving Minimus crazy is the best part of pretty much everything. )

On the floor or in your apartment? Because I think I've got a standing invitation to crash here whenever I want after tonight.

( Smirking up at him - tucking one arm under his head to prop it up slightly. His free hand comes to rest again at Minimus' hip, thumb running circles across the smooth metal of the armor before he lets his arm drop to his chest. )

Yes, on the floor. [ He's not going to address the part about the standing invitation because... it's not not true. ]

I have more comfortable surfaces to sleep on than the floor. [ And he props himself up a little so he can frown down at Rodimus. ]

But all of those require moving. Which I don't want to do right now.

( So he's not going to. Sure, maybe before he falls asleep. But for now he's just content to stay here, looking up at Minimus' face.

If there was a moment, he's probably ruining it by reaching up to poke at the side of his mustache, grinning. Yep, never going to get over that. )

Couch is nice, we can go back to that.

[ Minimus bats that hand away and then leans down to kiss Rodimus, since this seems like a decent enough approach to distracting him. ]

Fine, but I'm going to clean up.

[ Despite Rodimus' really heartfelt efforts, he's still a bit sticky and that's just now starting to feel uncomfortable, but he pauses, sliding his hands down over Rodimus' plating. Partly for the thrill of it, partly so there's a little more weight to his words when he adds. ]

Unless you wanted...

Unless I wanted what?

( The kissing is a really good way to distract him, as his his hands on him - eliciting a shiver from him as he does so. He wants it, whatever it may be, and it shows in the way his optics brighten and the corner of his mouth turns up into a satisfied smirk.

What an asshole. )

[ The worst sort. And it just seems to bring out the worst in Minimus, who sits up so he can slide his hands down lower on Rodimus' frame. ]

Unless. You wanted to even up the score a little.

[ It sounds utterly ridiculous the moment he says it, so the statement's followed by a frown, even as he strokes over transformation seams. ]

( Which gets a low purr from his engine, arching up into the touch with a soft laugh. )

You want me to let you close in on my lead? I dunno, Minimus. I like winning.

[ It's an intoxicating combination. Minimus continues his caresses before lifting his fingers, making his touch feather light. ]

Then should I stop?

( Which is possibly even worse, Rodimus' helm falling back with a soft clunk against Minimus' floor - his hands going to rest on Minimus' thighs. His thumbs work circles against the plating, pushing aside armor to run the pad of his fingers over the wiring there. )

Primus, no.

( His grip tightens, and he pulls Minimus forward slightly. Ignoring the sound of metal against metal and the fact that now he's really gone and made sure there's going to be paint transfers for them to explain away later, Rodimus makes sure that Minimus is a prime (haha) position to feel the heat radiating off his panel when he rolls his hips upward - holding the other bot there. )

[ He can't tell if his plan to seduce Rodimus has backfired or not. Hyper-sensitive, he shivers for the hands on his thighs and outright moans at the roll of Rodimus' hips, the only immediate response he can manage is to cover his mouth to try and stifle it and grind down against the heated panel. ]

Rodimus.

( But why would you want to stifle it? One of his hands comes up to curl around Minimus' wrist and give a firm tug - attempting to pull it away from his mouth. Not that he doesn't think Minimus is capable of yanking it out of his grip if he wanted to, but that's not the point.

Whatever he's about to say is lost in static when Minimus moves, his own hips bucking up in response because he needs the friction, needs Minimus' weight. )

S'my name. Don't-- don't wear it out.

( As if they aren't making good progress towards that tonight. )

[ He lets Rodimus tug his hand down, tho not before turning his head to press a kiss against the hand on his. ]

Impossible.

[ His voice is rough with static, but he soldiers on. ] This was not what I'd had in mind.

[ That doesn't actually stop him from moving against Rodimus more, pressing against him and giving him that friction and weight. ]

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