Transformers Prime: Optimus Prime X Ratchet (One Shots)

NFSW: Sweet Talk

As the medic entered the main base area he looked over by the medic bay. Sitting on the ground with his hands over his face plate was Optimus. He was clearly upset about something. But what? The medic thought. Ratchet laid down his tools and walked over to the autobot leader.
"Optimus is everything alright? You seem...not yourself". Ratchet questioned Prime. Optimus turned his helm towards Ratchet. Meeting his crystal blue optics. The sadness in his optics was clear as day. He was clearly distressed about something. Ratchet let out a huff and sat beside him. Then Prime moved his face away from Ratchet. He couldn't bare to have his medic see him like this. All upset. It wasn't good. He had to stay strong for his teammates.
"It's nothing...nothing at all". He replied softly.
"Optimus it's not nothing". The medic stated. Optimus shook his helm.
"It's nothing at all". The autobot leader stated again folding his arms over his windshield chest plate. Ratchet reached out and placed his arms around Optimus.
"Optimus you can tell me anything. I'm your friend". He stated firm. He wasn't going to let Prime off the hook that easily.
"Ratchet....your more then a friend". Ratchet's faceplate started to deepen a slight red color.
"Yes, well I already knew that...you've made it clear. Multiple times when you-" He covered his mouth with his hands. The medic was too embarrassed and frankly blushing too much to continue his statement about what he and Optimus had gotten up to in their spare time. Optimus could sense it and took advantage of his moment. He raised one servo and grinned at his deeply blushing lover.
"When I what Ratchet?" He muttered back at the medic. Ratchets face darkened even more. He then let out a small light growl towards the autobot leader.
"Nothing. Never mind. Just forget I brought-" the medic was dearly interrupted. Optimus had taken hold of Ratchets waist and pulled him close against his chest. Then he lowered his hand. Placing it firmly on the medics spike.
"No please do tell me Ratchet". Optimus smirked. With his plan in motion he then pushed his medics spike deep into his valve. Letting Ratchet feel every inch of his opening. The touch of his lovers spike in his hole was a sweet sensation. The feeling. The blushing face of Ratchet. It was enough, but that didn't stop Optimus. He then took his medics spike out and began to suck the liquid from it himself. Ratchet could feel Optimus glossa twirl around and engulf his own spike. The texture of it made the redness on his face increase. He enjoyed it more then he should have. He could also sense that Optimus too was enjoying it.
"Oh Ratchet.....you...taste so fragging good". Optimus smiled and licked the inner thighs. Ratchet cried out. Optimus knew he wanted more.
"Ah".
"I need more of you...your just so sweet". Optimus screamed out. He wanted every inch of Ratchets sweet body.
"Then...do it...take me Optimus. I'm forever yours".
Optimus smirked and began to devour each and every inch of his medics luscious body.
A few hours later Optimus had drawn up a bath for both him and his lover. Ratchet dipped his servos into the bath water. Feeling the intense heat he shot behind Prime. It's too warm. Much too warm, he thought. He pulled on Optimus hand.
"What's wrong, Ratchet?" Optimus asked the blushing medic.
"It's...it's too hot Optimus". Optimus smirked and picked Ratchet up. Resting him in his arms. "Optimus what are you-". Ratchet replied.
"NOOOO. It's too hot. Too hot". Ratchet screamed out. Optimus smiled as he tossed the screaming medic into the hot bath water. Then he got in after his medic. It didn't take long for Optimus. He started to kiss every inch of Ratchet's lips. Then he made his way down to his chest plating. Kissing every inch of that as well. He then slipped his left hand down into the water. Grasped the medic's spike and wedged it into his valve.
"Oh yes.....yes".
Grinding up and down on Ratchets body felt so good to the autobot leader. He missed this feeling of passion and delight. He longed to be more then friends so he dove under the water. Finding his way to the medics valve he drove his glossa in. Licking and sucking at every inch he could reach. The sweet nectar of Ratchet's valve filled his mouth. He knew Ratchet loved it when he played with him. It too gave Optimus that intense feeling. Optimus couldn't stop himself. The liquid. The touch. It was all perfect.
"Optimus frag me harder".
Optimus popped his head out of the water.
"Scream it louder". Optimus smirked. Ratchet bit his lip. "Say it".
"FRAG ME HARDER OPTIMUS". Ratchet screamed out. Oh how Optimus loved his scream. Every time that he heard it he went into a frenzy and wanted more. He grabbed onto Ratchet's spike and sucked it harder. Ratchet let out a louder scream of pleasures. He was enjoying himself. As was Optimus.
"Oh YESSS..." Ratchet cried out. Lifting his head from the water Optimus stepped out of the tub and kissed his medic. He then pulled away and smirked.
"The water wasn't the only thing that was hot!" He replied. Ratchets face turned a deep red and he glanced off to the distance. Trying not to might his lovers optics.
"You weren't so bad yourself". He said back.
Optimus focused his optics on his lovers. "Are you saying that your ready for round three, Ratchet?" He raised an eyebrow as his medic nodded his helm.
"The real question is are you ready for me?"