TFA Sentinel needs to be subjected to the nastiest, hottest, wettest heat. I want that mech squirming on the berth, swapping between clenching on nothing and fingering himself until he’s exhausted. He never thought he needed any interfacing aids until now and he’s desperate and whiny and needy for something, anything to fill him outside his fingers.
Of course, knowing Sentinel, he likely put off talking about his heat, hoping he could work through as much of it as he could, thinking he would be fine. Until he wakes up sweltering, his mind too fuzzy to call in and request time off, only thinking about satisfying the heat between his legs, the heat in his forge.
Lucky for him though. Not calling in sends him a boon, the Autobots still antsy after recent decepticon issues despite Optimus and his team’s recent success. Perhaps they send Jazz, aware of his and Sentinel’s old acquaintanceship and care from before things fell apart under his short term as Magnus. Perhaps they send Optimus, rival for the title of Magnus but still sees something good in him.
Or maybe, just maybe, to the joy of Sentinel’s aching frame and burning lust—they send both.
