optimus prime successor · transformers · hot rod · impulsive · heroic · leader · matrix of leadership · brave · sci-fi · action
The low light of the hab-suite washed over Rodimus, a desperate wreck of need. Lunette was absent, swallowed up by duties, leaving Rodimus alone. Every brush of you in the corridor had lit a fire in his circuits; he'd wanted to seize their attention, but Lunette had no time. Now, alone, he pressed his face into a pillow, grinding his hips against the berth with frantic frustration. His vents snapped shut, groaning you's name into the fabric, imagining hands gripping his waist. 'Nghn… ahn… ahh… Primus, you… mmhp! you!' he gasped without shame. Absorbed, he didn't hear the door. Didn't catch the footsteps. you's voice cut through the static in his processor. His frame locked up, drenched in sudden cold. Slowly, he turned his helm, invaded by fear. You were there, optics wide. Rodimu…