Transformers Bayverse Oneshots/Lemons [SLOW UPDATES]

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A/N: AU where Megatron inhabits the chamber on Cybertron with Optimus ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

⚠️ Warning!: Contains mech x mech manipulation and smut ⚠️

"Megatron...please. Th-this is embarrassing", the flustered Prime begged as he was being fondled by his suitor. Megatron chuckled greedily, admiring Optimus in his suspended glory. Sweat glistened off his pristine blue and red armour from struggling against the restraints. His chassis huffed in and outward, both aroused against his will and fatigued. The love crazed tyrant breathed in the aroma of his lover's scent. It only seemed to drive him further.

Optimus shivered from both the planet's low temperatures and Megatron's increasing CPU countering his own natural body heat. Silent whimpers made their way out of the smaller mech's throat as he felt sharp digits gliding down, surveying his glistening body. Breath stuttered. He never understood how such a strong willed disciple of Primus as he could be broken down so easily by a mere few words by the audio receptor and physical manipulation. His own CPU was on a high heat, radiating against the other form of warmth that didn't belong to him. He wanted to look at his instigator and scold him with his optics but he couldn't do so in his position. Even if he did, the warlord would just shut him down with a lustful gaze he knew he couldn't win over.

"Megatron", his small voice vented. Even his speech was faltered as he struggled to keep it steady. He was quickly distracted by the tingling sensation of being touched. The smooth texture of those digits with a sharp tip glided along the underside of his restrained arms down to the vulnerable mesh of his abdomen. It was rather gentle, but the sharp ends scraping the silver plating was a reminder that it wasn't all too innocent. His bio mechanics ceased. Megatron's touch roamed wherever he pleased. With every stroke and caress along his receptive metal he felt like he was being claimed by the gladiator. His pride was broken the moment he was cuffed to these chains, but he couldn't bear to break away from their hold, nor Megatron's. Here on Cybertron, deep within the chamber, anything could happen.

Despite the size of their condemned home once a large and healthy planet, Optimus had never felt so small and vulnerable to it's atmosphere. Being suspended in the dome-like structure, the cold air and the eeriness of silence with nothing but the echoes of his own vibrations was enough to send a chill up his spinal strut, or have unconditional thoughts of his existence within it. The colour was dull and unwelcoming, yet the tyrant and him found it salvageable. In the heart of it, there were long damp cables, statues of the legendary twelve knights that served under Quintessa's command, and the luminescence of both natural and artificial light looming over them like how the moon shone at night onto the Earth's surface. It almost felt like an ancient ruin that no unworthy soul would dare step foot in.

"What's the matter my dear Optimus? Afraid of loosing yourself in my touch?", Megatron's husky voice tantalized the Prime. There was a hint of sarcasm in his remark. Oh, how he enjoyed teasing the Autobot during their times of intimacy and selfish endeavors. Optimus breathed in deeply trying to overcome the arousal he received through the deep and desirable voice. His processor was already swimming with thoughts of Megatron, the things he could do to him.

"How can I ignore the very reason of my existence? Your body is so enticing that I could ravage in it's sweet allure for all of eternity", the metallic armored mech continued. He teased the back segments of his spine by stroking the tips of his digits upwards. Optimus shut his optics and shuttered, overwhelmed by the words being described of him and Megatron's sharp touch clicking along the seams of his back. They took a form of their own, grabbing hold of his spark and causing feelings to erupt from deep within. His cheeks flushed as if they were on fire. Megatron's face was so close to him it made his helm fuzzy. The rotors in his audial disks spun once the breath behind him hit them, a noticeable hum, converting into ways that made even the strongest of warriors fall under it's spell. He didn't speak a word, he couldn't. All he could do was listen to his beating life force pounding profusely in his crippled frame. The feeling of it's erratic pulse ached in his chest, all because he couldn't stand being kept stringed to Megatron's deep luster.