#:: 💫 :: the earth beneath me [ t: TF 2007-DotM ]

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Optimus smiled softly, giving a quiet hum as he nods and chuckles. “I have not had that since...before the war..” he whispered, leaning his helm against his shoulder as he sighs weakly. “I cannot fathom never having you near me..” he whispered, lip plates drifting over the mech’s neck cables as he chuckled.

“I know you are rather uncomfortable in saying it..but I want you to know how much I love you..” he trailed off, thinking about his next words before continuing. “You have given me an unforeseen hope to fight..to end this war and bring peace to our people and the people of earth..” Optimus whispered softly.

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The days are slowly starting to get longer again. Ironhide can tell. He once read somewhere that that is how Earth animals ‘know’ when to start growing their winter coats - the length of the day, not because of the cold itself.

Sometimes he wishes he could do that.

The days are getting longer, but they’re still bitterly cold, and Ironhide can’t help but feel rather sluggish because of it. For him, low temperatures mean more energy spent regulating his own oddly-high internal temperature. It’s all simply one big mess that often leaves Ironhide quite tired towards the end of the day.

So yes, Kris, he is recharging at this hour. But it’s light enough that he starts easily, his engine giving a slight growl at the interruption. It quickly turns into a putt at the warm touch, though, and he huffs.

“A drive, huh?” Ironhide grouses, no real anger behind his words. “And just where do you wanna go, huh?”

Cat and Lily were fed and their litter boxes were cleaned. She didn’t have to but Kris took pleasure in helping out Ironhide. It was still cold and a little icy outside, which meant the human was getting a little stir crazy. It had been a while since they had gone out for a drive. She slipped on her warm jacket and grabbed the cooler-backpack she had prepared.

Oh wait, the alcohol!

Kris pivoted back into her living quarters and grabbed the two bottles and slipped them into their padded carriers. Hopefully she had everything now.... aaaaand yes she did. Out the door she went and down the steps to the ground floor of the massive military base.

She passed by a few of the mechs, giving them little waves, until she made it to the recharging weaponsmith. “Sleeping at this hour?” She hummed as she traced the autobot emblem right above the grill of the sleeping truck. “How about a little drive, just you an me?”

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“Only if you give me some sugar first.”

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"Hey mech, I heard youre good at baking- ya think you could put a bun in my oven?"

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If Ironhide were a turbohound his ears would've pricked up and his tail would have started wagging, just from being called by the little girl.

"Yes, love?"

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“GRANDPA!!!“

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Optimus barely responded when his tears were brushed away, and he sniffles softly as he feels his lover sit next to him and take his servo. However, this caused him to flinch and he pulled it from his grasp in fear as he wrapped his arms around his own torso and rocked slowly.

“...I am at fault...for every autobot death..I am the one who gave them orders..th-that lead them to their deaths..” he whispered, before his helm dropped low with his chin resting on his chassis as he quietly choked back sobs. He scooted back, pressing himself against the wall and moving his servos so they covered his face.

He mumbled something unintelligible, before laying down with his helm in Ironhide’s lap and his optics shut. “...I am a horrible leader...” the mech whispered weakly.

“Later,” Ironhide promises, pressing one last kiss to the side of Optimus’ helm. He tightens his hold on the Prime’s frame, content to simply hold the larger mech, but lets go when Optimus starts to pull away.

Watching the Prime head for the wash racks, Ironhide lets out a quiet sigh. He hates seeing his Prime, his lover, like this.

He waits a few minutes before following, expecting to find Optimus fiddling with the shower settings and getting ready to wash himself up, only to panic when he finds him sitting on the floor. Immediately Ironhide is on him, concerned that the Prime had fallen in his drunken stupor, but he quickly calms down when he realizes he’s just sitting.

Something in Ironhide’s spark breaks at the tears. Reaching out, Ironhide brushes one away and makes a low noise of reassurance. He doesn’t know what to say - Ironhide just isn’t good at comfort and emotions - but he’s more than willing to simply be there and wait for Optimus to say what’s on his mind. Or to just–let him cry it out.

Giving a grunt at the effort, Ironhide sits down next to Optimus, back to the wall and shoulder pressed against the Prime’s side, and reaches out to hesitantly take Optimus’ servo in his own and twin their digits together.

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Optimus’ optics flickered offline, a pleased smile on his face as he hummed calmly. His servos rested on the shorter mech’s hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the metal plating as he nodded slightly.

Upon hearing the admission from Ironhide, the Prime’s optics onlined and he stared down at him with his lips parted slightly. Once the shock wore off, he scooped Ironhide up in his arms and hugged him tightly as he pulled his face down so he could plant another passionate kiss on his lips.

“I’m glad..” he whispered between the wet kisses, finally setting him back on his pedes after a few minutes of just holding him.

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“I’m glad..” Optimus whispered, smiling and holding him tighter when Ironhide moved his arms. He leaned down, pressing another kiss this helm before trailing it down to his lips as digits drift across transformation seams slowly. “You’re so good, Ironhide..” he whispered, pulling back to smile at him fondly.

The Prime is absolutely in love with his weapon specialist, and he’s making sure Ironhide knows it. “I love you, Ironhide..” he murmured, nuzzling him slightly.

Ironhide can’t help the besotted smile that takes over his faceplates at the kisses. He tips his helm back a little further, giving Optimus better access and encouraging him to continue, and lets out a soft huff of amusement against his lipplates when the Prime finally reaches his own. That doesn’t stop Ironhide from returning the kiss, though; nor does it stop him from letting out another disgruntled noise when Optimus moves away. Reactivating his optics, Ironhide looks up at the Prime, doing his best to appear put out.

“…I know,” he replies, voice a low rumble. He returns the nuzzles, pressing light kisses to Optimus’ chin. Raising a servo, he rests it against the Prime’s neck and rubs at the plating, drawing nonsensical designs with his digits.

Then, in a tone that’s quiet and a little unsure, but calm and even nonetheless, Ironhide adds: “I love you, too.”

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Optimus let out an actual w h i m p e r, before venting shakily as he moved closer to the shorter mech. “I..I need you..” he murmured, cheekplates hearing in embarrassment as he moved to kiss Ironhide.

One servo had latched onto the mech’s chest plating, holding him close with a soft whine as he stared down at him accusingly. “Please..” he added quietly, before pressing his lips to the weapons specialist’s with a huff.

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Optimus hadn’t expected the movements, and this caught him by surprise to the point he actually seemed embarrassed.

His lips parted, and he chewed on his lower one slightly as he cleared his throat. Seconds later, the prime had let out an actual moan as he blinked rapidly and shifted back and forth.

It seems that Ironhide had caught him in quite the submissive mood, and the biting had just made it worse because now he actually wanted something else from the weapons specialist. “I-Ironhide…” the Prime whispered, internally cursing himself for stuttering.

Lipplates curling into a smirk, Ironhide presses another kiss to Optimus’ index digit before moving on to press another kiss to the next, and then another kiss to the next after that. “Yes,” he says, pausing between kisses, “my Prime?” He punctuates it with a light nip to Optimus’ pinky and is quick to soothe it away with a flick of his glossa. “Did you need something?”

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A purr starting up in his voicebox, Ironhide leans into Optimus and exvents in a contented sigh. "Just the fact that I've always cared about you and been by your side, even before... us," he rumbles, pressing his own soft kiss to the middle of the Prime's chest. "And that I will always care about you and be by your side, even after us."

Ironhide hopes that makes sense. There's another explanation on the tip of his glossa, three little words, but... Ironhide isn't sure he's ready to admit that quite yet. So that will have to do for now.

Still purring, Ironhide rests his forehelm against Optimus' chest tightens his arms around the Prime, letting out another quiet sigh.

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“Because I’ve saved your life on countless occasions..and because I’m great in bed..” the Prime hums calmly, before nudging him as he pecks his cheek.

Ironhide grins, deactivating his optics at the small kiss. “Funny, I seem to remember it more as me saving your life, but–whatever.” Tugging at Optimus’ frame, Ironhide wraps his arms around the Prime and presses his helm against his chest with a hum. He just wants to be held. “Still completely valid reasons. Of course, I do think you’re forgetting one very big reason there. Perhaps the most important of them all.”

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Optimus grunted softly, before securely wrapping his arms around Ironhide to hold him still as he began slamming into him repeatedly. The weapon specialist had obviously unlocked something primal within him, and he was so glad to be able to let it free after millennia.

Leaning forwards, he captured the mech’s lipplates in a harsh and passionate kiss as he moaned softly. It was as if he was daring Ironhide to mark him, so he could proudly show off what he had claimed as his.

However, he was quickly brought back down to earth when he felt the charge crackling through his frame. Giving a final, rough thrust, the prime leaned his helm back and let loose a few cybertronian curses as he finally let his overload wash over him.

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The Prime vented softly, arching his back as he grunted and moaned into the passionate kiss. One hand moved to clutch the back of Ironhide’s helm to keep him in the kiss, his thighs twitching at the charges crackling through his frame with each clench of his valve around his spike.

“...pr-primus above..Ironhide..” he whispered, pulling his helm away to stare into his optics as their frames moved against one another, as I’d completely in sync with the other. “..gods..I love you..” he panted, tensing when he felt his overload already growing close.

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Optimus hummed weakly at the feel of his lips against his audial sensors and then his lips, he purrs and holds his hips with a growl. When he felt the servo on his spike, he moaned and bucked into the touch as he tightened his grip on the mech’s hips.

When he sunk down onto his spike, he moaned as he leaned his helm back and grunted weakly. When Ironhide was fully seated, he shifted slightly and leaned against the wall to allow Ironhide to have free movement.

“Primus..you’re..tight..” he grunted, biting down his shoulder as he thrusted upwards experimentally. “Be..Be as loud as you want..” he murmured weakly.

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Optimus groaned, blushing faintly as he continued to grind himself into him carefully. “Oh gosh; Ironhide..what I would give to feel your heat around my spike..” he murmured against his neck, reaching down and wrapping his digits around the smaller mech’s spike and stroke him in time to his slow thrusts.

His optics flickered, and then offlined as he bit down on an energon cable. “Tell me how much you want me..” he whispered against his neck with a possessive growl.

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Optimus went wide eyed, stuttering quietly as his servos moved to his hips and gripped them tightly. “O-Oh, I’m sure I will enjoy it as well..” he murmured, bucking his hips upwards as he grinned slightly and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

His arm wrapped around his hips securely, holding him still as he grinded himself against Ironhide’s valve as he nipped at a few neck cables.

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Optimus seemed to be enjoying the grinding and the little kisses, a smile tugging at the corners of his lipplates as he hummed. Hearing his words, he let out a soft laugh and allowed his paneling to open as he pulled his frame closer.

His teeth grazed along his lower lipplate, digits working to grip at any piece of metal he could reach to hold him closer as he hummed. “I don’t like surprises, Ironhide..” the Prime whispered, leaning his helm down and biting at a few neck cables as he growled playfully.

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Optimus smirked as Ironhide spoke, shivering when he felt his servos exploring his frame. “Oh..?” He murmured, before grunting when he felt himself being flipped. As he landed on his back, his servos immediately rested themselves on Ironhide’s hips as he chuckled softly.

“My my, Ironhide..” he murmured, thumbs drifting over his hips as he let out a soft purr and leaned up to kiss him deeply. “Whatever do you have planned for me, my love..?” He spoke quietly, letting out a playful growl as he nipped at his lower lip and dug his digits into his hips slightly.

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Optimus grunted at the feeling of the nipping, before inhaling sharply when he was suddenly pulled on top of the weapons specialist. His servos fell to land on the floor on either side of his helm, his blue optics dark with curiousity. “What exactly are you planning, Ironhide..?” He whispered, leaning down and nipping at his neck cables.

His hips jerked forwards slightly, grinding into the short mech slowly as he pulled back slightly to stare down at him in approval. “Are you really that needy for me..~?”

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