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Mmm. Overlord leaned against Tarn with a murmured laugh, and would be rubbing their cheeks together if not for that damned mask. He should have it off, now- why wasn't it off?

Digit tracing along to the side, he felt for the.. the latches? Clasps? Maybe it was magnetized, which meant he'd have to rip it off.

...too much effort.

"Take it off," he slurred, butting his helm against Tarn's, one optic flickering after the other.

There's a digit tracing his mask. "Now, I got a question for you. ..how is this comfortable? Take it off-"

"One, why are you concerned with my comfort level? And two," Tarn complains, trying to lean away from Overlord's invasive touch-- the mech smells, quite frankly, like the swill that sticks to the very bottom of the barrel, and Tarn certainly doesn't know or want to know why. "I am not taking my mask off. Stop being childish."

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"Well, that's the thing, ain't it? If I'd wanted to play with you.." Here, Overlord bent down into First Aid's space, mouth spreading wide in a grin. "Well, I'd of been on you long before you ever knew I was there."

Overlord snorted softly and set the bottle down on a nearby surface with a soft 'clink' noise.

"An' don't insult me, darlin'- I like to do things by servo. If I was gonna poison ya, I'd at least want ta watch. I got other things ta take care of, which, while I'd like ta stay an' chat, really do take priority."

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Sometimes, First Aid wishes he could be more emotive without having to lower the safety of his faceplate. Hopefully the veritable barbedwire tangle of disgust and fear in his field is enough to get the point across.

“You.”

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"Arguably, I do think I'm bein' polite, right now. I even brought you a lil gift, courtesy of my personal stocks." Overlord stalked closer with all the confidence of a predator rounding the edges of their prey's peripheral vision. "Don't be so jumpy, doll, if I wanted to do somethin', I would just do it. This is just a house call." With something of a flourish, Overlord popped a panel on his arm, and withdrew a bottle of what looked to be wine.

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Sometimes, First Aid wishes he could be more emotive without having to lower the safety of his faceplate. Hopefully the veritable barbedwire tangle of disgust and fear in his field is enough to get the point across.

“You.”

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"That's the thrill of playin', ain't it?" What good was a game if there weren't a few risks?

Overlord slid his servos down to take hold of Tarn's thighs, encouraging the tank to get them around his waist, and let Tarn slide down just enough to bring their face plates closer together, helm tilting up and back. "If it's action you're wantin', darlin', then bend down a little an' let me show you some." This close, Tarn might even be able to see that Overlord's targeting systems had activated in his optics.

Targeting systems that made the centers of his optics look like hearts.

Kneading at the Leader of the DJD's thighs, he gunned his engines, just hard enough that he knew Tarn would feel them against his panel.

"That's what I like ta hear." There was a sort of smug victory to his tone, triumphant at wearing down that last little bit of Tarn. "That wasn't so hard, was it? I know Decepticon is in the name, but sugar, gettin' you to admit ta anythin' is like pullin' denta." The dropped mask doesn't go unnoticed. It was almost disrespectful, surprisingly so, and Overlord delighted in that tidbit.

Tarn wouldn't drop his mask for anyone else, save Megatron, and even now, that was in the air. No one else but him.

What an ego boost.

Grin stretching wide enough to reach his optics, Overlord's voice went down a few octaves. "Brace yourself, doll," he purred, before bending, taking hold of Tarn just under his aft, and then lifting, pulling the tank right off the ground, just because he could.

"I intend ta do a little of both- aw, who am i kiddin', I'm gonna do a lot of both. You'll forget which way is up or down by the time I'm done with you."

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"That's what I like ta hear." There was a sort of smug victory to his tone, triumphant at wearing down that last little bit of Tarn. "That wasn't so hard, was it? I know Decepticon is in the name, but sugar, gettin' you to admit ta anythin' is like pullin' denta." The dropped mask doesn't go unnoticed. It was almost disrespectful, surprisingly so, and Overlord delighted in that tidbit.

Tarn wouldn't drop his mask for anyone else, save Megatron, and even now, that was in the air. No one else but him.

What an ego boost.

Grin stretching wide enough to reach his optics, Overlord's voice went down a few octaves. "Brace yourself, doll," he purred, before bending, taking hold of Tarn just under his aft, and then lifting, pulling the tank right off the ground, just because he could.

"I intend ta do a little of both- aw, who am i kiddin', I'm gonna do a lot of both. You'll forget which way is up or down by the time I'm done with you."

"That's much better, darlin' much better." Overlord purred at him but didn't release his servo, slow blinking at Tarn. "All I wanted was a lil more honesty from ya, doll. If you wanna do that dance, I can match you step for step of course, but sometimes.." His free servo cupped Tarn's chin, awfully gentle, thumb stroking over the mask.

"Sometimes, sugar, I just want to know what's on that fascinating mind of yours. If you want it, all y'all gotta do is ask- ain't that what it's about? Askin'? Bein' on the same page? I like to know what my partner wants outta me."

Drawing Tarn's servo back towards him, Overlord began to kiss up along Tarn's arm along the inside without breaking optic contact, up to his elbow, and then along his shoulder to his neck and along his jaw, before murmuring in Tarn's audial.

"It's much nicer to be honest about the things we want, ain't it?"

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"Me." Disgust and fear are, without a doubt, a cocktail of emotives that he'd grown used to. Certainly, he was fearsome and disgusting.

His lips stretched in a smile.

"An' you. Y'all just get on by these days after the war without so much as a 'hello', anymore?"

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Sometimes, First Aid wishes he could be more emotive without having to lower the safety of his faceplate. Hopefully the veritable barbedwire tangle of disgust and fear in his field is enough to get the point across.

“You.”

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"Darlin', there is nothin' more disrespectful than the residual hot dog water that would follow. ..I can not believe I am havin' this conversation right now.

Although I might argue, it'd be more disrespectful to make someone into a jello food."

unmakxr PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE SOMEONE TAKES IT OFF YOU.

"The most you can love someone is by devouring them~"

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Overlord opened his mouth just enough to drag his fangs along Tarn's jaw in a slow, dragging brush, venting softly out of the vents along his hips. "Then say what you mean, doll- ain't never any harm in askin', is there? The worst I could ever do is say no." Honesty.. if he was honest with himself, he didn't think he'd get this far. Tarn was normally so... stiff, such a stick in the mud. But he's softening, and Overlord's ego feels swollen with that knowledge. Releasing Tarn's servo, his newly freed servo circled Tarn's waist to press to the small of his back, just along his spinal strut.

"Go on, Tarn. Tell me whacha want, baby.."

"That's much better, darlin' much better." Overlord purred at him but didn't release his servo, slow blinking at Tarn. "All I wanted was a lil more honesty from ya, doll. If you wanna do that dance, I can match you step for step of course, but sometimes.." His free servo cupped Tarn's chin, awfully gentle, thumb stroking over the mask.

"Sometimes, sugar, I just want to know what's on that fascinating mind of yours. If you want it, all y'all gotta do is ask- ain't that what it's about? Askin'? Bein' on the same page? I like to know what my partner wants outta me."

Drawing Tarn's servo back towards him, Overlord began to kiss up along Tarn's arm along the inside without breaking optic contact, up to his elbow, and then along his shoulder to his neck and along his jaw, before murmuring in Tarn's audial.

"It's much nicer to be honest about the things we want, ain't it?"

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unmakxr PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE SOMEONE TAKES IT OFF YOU.

"The most you can love someone is by devouring them~"

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"That's much better, darlin' much better." Overlord purred at him but didn't release his servo, slow blinking at Tarn. "All I wanted was a lil more honesty from ya, doll. If you wanna do that dance, I can match you step for step of course, but sometimes.." His free servo cupped Tarn's chin, awfully gentle, thumb stroking over the mask.

"Sometimes, sugar, I just want to know what's on that fascinating mind of yours. If you want it, all y'all gotta do is ask- ain't that what it's about? Askin'? Bein' on the same page? I like to know what my partner wants outta me."

Drawing Tarn's servo back towards him, Overlord began to kiss up along Tarn's arm along the inside without breaking optic contact, up to his elbow, and then along his shoulder to his neck and along his jaw, before murmuring in Tarn's audial.

"It's much nicer to be honest about the things we want, ain't it?"

"Tarn." Overlord's tone dropped a few octaves, even as his lips curled a little higher at the corners. "You know, doll, we have this funny little song an' dance we do- I wind you up, you snap at me, an' don't get me wrong, I love it, I do adore grindin' your gears real good, but.." Here, Overlord paused like he was weighing his words, helm tilting to the side, before his gaze fixed back on Tarn.

"Be a lil more honest about it, or be a lil more subtle."

Servo snapping out, he grabbed Tarn's wrist in his, and pulled Tarn's servo up towards his lips, pressing a little kiss to the middle of his palm and leaving a sticky blue stain of a kiss behind.

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"Do you really?" That caught Overlord's attention, and he bent just a little more to get a better look, rubbing a thumb along the flames. "I keep tellin' mechs to mix their own paint- it's the best way to get the most for y'all's credits, instead of handin' it to a company that might not even have the color that goes best with your frame." Wiggling his spoilers like that... Overlord's optics traced the motion for a while, and then reached out to take the tip between his fingertips.

Ooop Overlord is back-! Rodimus throws up his servos," Heeeeeeey one of the best make up boooissss~ " Scooting for the exit subtly.

Oh no you don't- Overlord got a servo around Rodimus' waist and tugged, pulling him back against Overlord's side.

"Now, now- you ain't even said hi properly yet, doll. Come on, now, be polite.."

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"Tarn." Overlord's tone dropped a few octaves, even as his lips curled a little higher at the corners. "You know, doll, we have this funny little song an' dance we do- I wind you up, you snap at me, an' don't get me wrong, I love it, I do adore grindin' your gears real good, but.." Here, Overlord paused like he was weighing his words, helm tilting to the side, before his gaze fixed back on Tarn.

"Be a lil more honest about it, or be a lil more subtle."

Servo snapping out, he grabbed Tarn's wrist in his, and pulled Tarn's servo up towards his lips, pressing a little kiss to the middle of his palm and leaving a sticky blue stain of a kiss behind.

"Tarn, baby, sugar, light of my spark- for someone who watches his words so well, you really gotta be careful about what you say."

It only took a couple of steps for Overlord to be in Tarn's space, optics narrowing when his lips curled upwards at the ends. "Otherwise," he murmured, walking his fingers up Tarn's chassis, "Someone like me might misconstrue the meaning."

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"I did get a new lip paint, as a matter of fact," he preened, optics squinting a little. "Made it myself, actually. I'm sure there are plenty of brands that do a nice lip paint for mechs such as myself, but why would I do that, when I can jist.. do it better at home." Here, he bent a little closer to murmur at Rodimus, like it was a secret. "Besides- they don't get the right shade of blue that I like."

Ooop Overlord is back-! Rodimus throws up his servos," Heeeeeeey one of the best make up boooissss~ " Scooting for the exit subtly.

Oh no you don't- Overlord got a servo around Rodimus' waist and tugged, pulling him back against Overlord's side.

"Now, now- you ain't even said hi properly yet, doll. Come on, now, be polite.."

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Big... mech. Tall mech with big derma.

.

.

This beastly mech doesn't like it.

Who's this little pup encroaching on his territory?

"You bare your fangs at me," Overlord uttered with a little bit of a grumble of his engines, "an' we're gonna find out who's bite is bigger, I promise y'all that."

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"Oh y'all do wound me, Tarn, you really truly do," his drew his servo back as it was slapped, as though Tarn had hurt him when he'd smacked it away. He hadn't- tough armor and all, but it was more the principal of the matter.

"But then, if you're hearing lewd things in everythin' I say, mayhaps you're just hearin' what ya wanna hear, an' not what I'm truly sayin'." Overlord's optics roamed down over Tarn's frame, and then dragged back up, slowly, to his mask. "But if y'all are wishin' fer somethin' from lil ol' me, don't stay quiet about it. I might just give it to ya, if ya can be bothered to ask me nicely."

"Tarn, baby, sugar, light of my spark- for someone who watches his words so well, you really gotta be careful about what you say."

It only took a couple of steps for Overlord to be in Tarn's space, optics narrowing when his lips curled upwards at the ends. "Otherwise," he murmured, walking his fingers up Tarn's chassis, "Someone like me might misconstrue the meaning."

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Ooop Overlord is back-! Rodimus throws up his servos," Heeeeeeey one of the best make up boooissss~ " Scooting for the exit subtly.

Oh no you don't- Overlord got a servo around Rodimus' waist and tugged, pulling him back against Overlord's side.

"Now, now- you ain't even said hi properly yet, doll. Come on, now, be polite.."

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Liplord~! It's been a while, you're looking good! How have things been holing- I mean, holding up for you?

Snrk- what a cute little mistake. Overlord took Smokescreen by the chin and gave his helm a relatively gentle shake.

"Things are holdin' up well, Smokey- an' holin' up well, too."