Transformers headcannons/bloopers/oneshots (CLOSED)

Dreadwing x Optimus

Prompts: Optimus and Dreadwing in a meeting, Dreadwing trying to talk but Optimus distract him by touching him incessantly under the table, whining miserably- finally they leave quickly and it ends up in the closet
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Optimus whined softly from where he sat besides Dreadwing, trying to keep calm and ignored the aching need in his frame. Dreadwing was in the middle of an important presentation, but Optimus couldn't focus on anything other than the way his mate looked in his armor. He wanted nothing more than to touch him, to run his hands over his frame and feel his spike inside him. So, he did. Underneath the table, Optimus reached over and began to stroke Dreadwing's thigh, his touch light and teasing. Dreadwing tried to ignore him, but Optimus was persistent. He trailed his fingers up and down Dreadwing's leg, inching closer and closer to his panel.
Dreadwing tried to focus on the presentation, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He could feel Optimus' warm vents on his neck, and it was driving him crazy. He shifted in his seat, trying to get some relief, but it was no use. Optimus had him completely under his spell.
Optimus whined miserably, his body aching with desire. He wanted Dreadwing so badly, wanted to feel him inside him, filling him up. He continued to stroke his mate's thigh, his touch becoming bolder and more insistent.
Finally, Dreadwing couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Optimus by the servo and dragged him out of the meeting, not even bothering to say goodbye. They made their way to the closet, desperate for some privacy. Dreadwing pushed Optimus against the wall, his derma crashing down on his. They kissed hungrily, their gloss as tangling together in a frenzied dance. Optimus panted and moaned arching onto his mate and letting his panel snap back , revealing his spike. Dreadwing wasted no time, taking him into his mouth and sucking hard. Optimus cried out, his body shaking with pleasure.
Dreadwing pulled back, a wicked gleam in his optics. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice low and husky.
Optimus obeyed, presenting himself to his mate. Dreadwing ran his hands over his aft, kneading the plating before plunging two fingers into his valve. Optimus gasped, his frame shuddering with pleasure. Dreadwing pumped his fingers in and out, hitting just the right spot with each thrust.
"Please," Optimus begged, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dreadwing growled and let his own panel snap back before lining himself up and snapping his hips forward making Optimus arch and cry out in pleasure. They moved together, their bodies slamming into each other with a frenzied passion. Their moans echoed in the small space, their pleasure building with each thrust.
Optimus reached back and grabbed onto Dreadwing's hips, pulling him in deeper. "Harder," he gasped, his voice filled with need.
Dreadwing complied, pounding into him with a force that left them both panting and moaning. They were lost in the moment, consumed by their passion for each other.
Finally, they reached their peak, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. They collapsed onto the floor, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"I love you," Optimus said, his voice soft and tender.
"I love you too," Dreadwing replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. They lay there for a few more moments, basking in the afterglow of their passion.
Eventually, they got up and made their way back to the meeting, both of them feeling more relaxed than they had in weeks. They sat down next to each other, their servos clasped together under the table. They listened to the rest of the meeting, but their minds were elsewhere, lost in thoughts of each other.