Lord Overlips

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little clip from a longer animation that I am never going to finish🫡

Overlord's servo had stopped working and so had his processor. The brush fell from his grip, optics locked on Tarn and spark beating faster the closer he got. He wanted to sink back under the waters and hide. At the same time he wanted to pin Tarn down and take every pleasure he'd ever dreamed of from the tank's frame.

His helm spun at the soft brush of lips over his finial and he craved more, imagining Tarn biting down, almost hearing the sounds of plating cracking under the pressure and momentarily dizzied at the flood of arousal hitting him.

"Hahhh... last night..." He'd emerged, half standling, half straddling Tarn with one knee to the tank's side and his warm panel brushing over Tarn's thigh, grinding down. Oh he remembered. Every sordid little scene that filtered through his processor was more exciting, more delicious than the last. His engine rumbled and the waters bubbled.

Overlord was just… so fun to tease. Very entertaining as well. Tarn couldn’t help himself.

But so much teasing came at a price, which arrived in the form of a triple changer emerging from the waters with both renewed arousal and a very specific goal in mind: another round of whatever they did last night.

Tarn laughed, actually more than okay to be the target of Overlord’s unbridled passion, helm tossing back at the other nuzzling into the crook of his neck, then hissing at the bite, his claw tips sinking into any gaps they could find on the back of the blue mech’s armour in retaliation, hard enough to draw some energon. He knew his lover didn't mind a little roughness.

In exchange, Tarn was trusting Overlord with the most vulnerable area of his anatomy: his neck cabling. Very sensitive and pleasurable to caresses and bites, but also the place where his precious vocaliser was located. If the other mech got too enthusiastic or harboured any ill will against Tarn, he could easily destroy the key of his outlier ability.

But mutual trust and potentially deadly gestures of affection were part of their very unique -sometimes borderline unhealthy- relationship.

Heavy duty tank engines gave a low rev, making the water in the bath tub ripple around them. Tarn’s hips rose to meet Overlord’s grinding, his heated modesty panel shamelessly retracting to bare both his spike and valve.

Affectionate and probing laps of his glossa followed the bite, Overlord letting out a lewd moan at the feel of sharp claws sinking in to his frame.

"Mhhh- more! Mo- mfff! Ahh!" He couldn't help but demand- though it came out as more of a needy whine, especially when Tarn moved and ground against his panels.

It took a few seconds for the over amorous triple changer to wrangle his thoughts in to something useful, to do anything other than mindlessly grind against Tarn, mourning the loss of those delightful claws when they vanished. He wanted so badly to feel them plunge deeper, tear him open while Tarn whispered sweet nothings to him in that voice.

"Mfff! Ahhh- I'm- ahh! Glad you... ahh!" Words trailed off. That was clearly cheating! How was Overlord supposed to speak with Tarn touching him so tantalisingly close to where he wanted, where he desperately needed. He forgot what he was trying to say, just growling and biting down on the tank's neck again, harder this time.

Overlord didn't bother to wait once he'd technically been given permission, swelled and heated valve lips grinding down on Tarn's spike hard, Overlord already teasing his node, spare servo gripping Tarn's own and dragging it towards the tank's substantial spike, squeezing.

"..." Well, Primus. Been a while since anyone made him feel like he was his old self serving the inept Primes.

This mech might even make Megatronus flinch.

Overlord notes the comm link. He should probably be a little nicer to the fake prime if he didn't want the call cut off within the nex instant. Fair enough. He was bored enough to entertain the pompous fool.

Tarn watched Overlord as he slowly sank beneath the surface. He was starting to become aware of the effect he had over the triple changer. Overlord had a serious crush on him. Like, incapacitatingly so. And Tarn was most tempted to take advantage of this newly acquired power.

But for now, he was happy to enjoy the pleasant feeling of the coarse brush getting in between all the crevices in his treads, optics half lidded in content and engines emitting a low purring rumble. Warbuilds were generally considered insensitive because of their thick armour, but the truth was that they actually had the same sensitive spots as any other mech. They were just… harder to reach under all those heavy plates.

“Why won’t you grace me with your company, Overlord?” The tank asked, cracking an optic open and sideeyeing the barely visible helm peeking from the pool.

Overlord's servo had stopped working and so had his processor. The brush fell from his grip, optics locked on Tarn and spark beating faster the closer he got. He wanted to sink back under the waters and hide. At the same time he wanted to pin Tarn down and take every pleasure he'd ever dreamed of from the tank's frame.

His helm spun at the soft brush of lips over his finial and he craved more, imagining Tarn biting down, almost hearing the sounds of plating cracking under the pressure and momentarily dizzied at the flood of arousal hitting him.

"Hahhh... last night..." He'd emerged, half standling, half straddling Tarn with one knee to the tank's side and his warm panel brushing over Tarn's thigh, grinding down. Oh he remembered. Every sordid little scene that filtered through his processor was more exciting, more delicious than the last. His engine rumbled and the waters bubbled.

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a little break from drawing chibis

Dead End is legit such a mood I love him.

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It's been a hot second since I drew Combaticons, so have Onslaught and Blast Off looking at cringe.

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