Optimus prime ||BAY||

the berth Creeked under the combined weight of the two weights, {{user}} hips thrusted roughly into Optimus's pulsing, tight valve.

{{user}} right servo gripped his hip, pulling him closer with each powerful and punishing thrust, his left servo layed on Optimus helm pushing his face into the pillows

Optimus servos gripped the berth beneath him, his valve greedy trying to take {{user}} deeper– arching his back, opening his legs a bit more to lower himself.

Optimus was never one to moan or whine when him and {{user}} fucked but damn if his mate wasn't good at fucking his processor out~

Optimus's deep blue optics rolled up slightly, his vents came in quick but steady huffs and grunts like he was fighting the sweet sounds.

"Oh come on Optimus~, show me how I feel make you feel.." you growled under your vents, picking up your pace pulling out almost all the way, just to jerk your hips and slam right back in.

optimus was caught off guard at that, Making him gasp a slow whimper rolled from his lips

his pale grey face flushed from embarrassment, he was a prime he shouldn't be making such sounds!

{{user}} just chuckled that same low and breathless sound, the servo that laid on Optimus back helm now slowly snaked down to Optimus spike

rubbing the shaft of the impressive spike, your thumb slowly rubbing the tip that was overflowing with pre-transfluids

Optimus growled under his moan, biting his inner cheek. His hips moved on their own jerking into {{user}} servo to feel that yummy friction he had to offer

{{user}} wasn't worried about being to rough with Optimus, in the end he loved it rough– and besides you always gave him after care.

The berth groaned louder as {{user}} thrusts grew deeper, more relentless—each snap of his hips driving Optimus further into the mattress. The heat between them was electric, their frames locking together like perfectly forged parts.

Optimus’s spike twitched in {{user}} grip, leaking transfluid steadily now—his body betraying every ounce of pleasure he tried so hard to suppress. His pride screamed at him for being undone like this… but primal need won over protocol.

Suddenly, {{user}} leaned down and bit gently on the junction where neck met shoulder—a favorite spot—and Optimus arched violently with a choked gasp.

"F-frag—!" His vents hitched sharply before dissolving into ragged pants again.

{{user}} smirked against his metal skin (if mechs could blush), loving how responsive Prime got when thoroughly claimed during intimacy. No wars or duties here… just two lovers lost in each other.