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"Frag... frag, you're too- nhf- good at this!"

Optimus groaned as he rubbed Blitzwing's helm, panting, savoring the sight of the mech who had so eagerly gotten down on his knees to suck and lick and kiss this Prime's spike. Smiling, the semi-truck bit his lipplate as Blitzwing lapped at him once more, intake hard at work.

He kept panting, fondling Blitzwing's helmet as he mumbled something nonsensical, tried to press himself further inside the triformer's intake.

There was a distinct difference in the way each of them went about it. And, they'd been in this position enough times for Optimus to know about each of Blitzwing's sides, their little preferences.

River was solemn at first glance and yet so easily flustered. The mech would blush, and whine, and yet he was eager to please. He'd open his pretty intake shyly. Let Optimus guide him onto his spike, and set the pace.

Flare would always be more eager. He'd take as much as he could. Liked being overwhelmed, loved having his face fragged and choking through it, taking an overload on his faceplates - being made a mess of, that was it.

Chagrin was more playful and teasing, and the most unpredictable of the three. Optimus had gotten sounded before by the mech- and that damn glossa- sometimes sucked into submission, melting into a content, flustered puddle by the time Chagrin was done.

Blitzwing was currently on Flare, who was giving him what might have been the sloppiest sucking he'd had in a while. Then again, it was hard to think of anything else, what with that warm intake wrapped around his spike. Optimus groaned, spreading his thighs wider, and went from stroking Blitzwing's helm to gripping him.

Looking down, he gently pulled the mech off his spike, feeling the way he shuddered, trying to go at it again. Flare whined, pawing at Optimus's thighs. "Pl..lease? Please...."

"Mmmh. You're so needy." Optimus was panting heavily, spike aching. Blitzwing's valve was dripping now, onto the floor, little trickles of lubricant going down his lovely thighs. Same thighs Optimus had gripped as he'd fragged into Blitzwing's eager valve. The semi-truck chuckled, looking down at the drooling, desperate mech. "You're so slaggin' good at this. Like you were m..made for sucking spike, yeah?"

Now, that got a reaction out of Blitzwing. A moan, a shudder of arousal as Flare's optics rolled, faceplates rotating and settling on River. And if he wasn't a sight to behold. Faceplates flushed pink with energon, tears in his optics, intake open in a show of utter submission.

Optimus took the moment to lead River closer, pet his helm. Gently, take his helm, and push the mech towards his spike. He opened without hesitance, taking the tip into his slightly cooler, definitely softer intake. Looked up at Optimus for approval at the action.

"That's it. Good mech, good-" Optimus's voice faltered at the first soft suck. "Slag- so good, Blitz-" He grabbed at Blitzwing's helm, servo tightening, and pushed him onto his spike. He let out a groan, indulgent, a flustered noise at how easily the mech opened for him. He could not only hear Blitzwing moan, but feel it, vibrations up and down his spike.

"Mmph-" Blitzwing muffled something, making an obscene, wet sound as he tried to slurp down on Optimus.

"It's all ri-ight-" Optimus stroked the back of Blitzwing's helm. "-Need to- hahh- tap out? Want a break?"

The triple-changer let out a heavy huff through his enstrils, and tapped on Optimus's thigh twice with a single digit- keep going. Their tap-out was three firm taps, with the entire servo- Optimus always ensured Blitzwing's servos were free, in case he needed to signal, or was overwhelmed and wanted to push himself off.

Optimus cared for him, after all.

With a low noise, the semi-truck lifted his hips into the mech's warmth, feeling the shift of his components, the wet slide of a struggling glossa on his underside. His vocoder glitched again as he praised, and he felt himself suddenly, incredibly close.

Optimus gasped sharply, bucking into Blitzwing's intake, once, twice, feeling the mech whine and groan as his overload pumped down into him. He'd just come down another mech's throat, and could still feel Blitzwing whimpering, swallowing, trying to hold onto Optimus for more.

Slag.. and it hadn't even taken that long.

Stamina needed some work, Optimus thought, as he tugged Blitzwing off of his spike, and allowed his own length to start retracting. Blitzwing was still on his knees, still panting, wiping at stains of pink at the corners of his intake. He was smiling too. A little overwhelmed maybe, but it was clear he was enjoying himself.

Which is good. I want you to feel good, too.

"You liked that?" Optimus licked his lipplates, eyeing the mech's frame.

"Quite," Blitzwing responded, moving to stand on shaky pedes. Still wet. "As I always do." He offered Optimus a soft smile, content and gentle.

"Yeah? You up for a little something more'?" Optimus beckoned Blitzwing closer. Motioned to his soaked panels, and watched the mech squirm where he stood. How cute. "I can take care of that for you."

"Mm? But your spike-" Blitzwing motioned to the retracting length.

"It'll be up in no time." The Prime chuckled, reclining back on his berth, where he'd been seated. "Your intake's not the only good servicing, you know?" He sighed, rubbing his thigh.

"You propose I should ride you?" River tilted his helm. There was an interested glint to his optics that Optimus caught.

"Oh, absolutely. Er- only if you want, that is." Optimus grinned, and laughed, easygoing. "Hey. If you're done, then you're done- you don't have to go again."

But Chagrin shifted in, his cheeks glowing a little with an eager flush of energon. Clearly a blush, and if that grin was anything to go by..

"Ohoho, quite the opposite!"