All four pages of it! Just don't wet yourselves, alright? It gets a bit rauchy, even for us perverts! I really should stay off the alt. Optimus Prime's hand reached out for his notepad computer without looking, his optics concentrating on reading a report by Red Alert on some humans gaining illegal entry to Metroplex.
His hand came down on the desk where he thought it should have been and encountered empty space. He spun his chair around and looked around the room. For the life of him, he had no idea where he had left it, or if he had inadvertently taken it out of the office without realising it. He tapped his fingers on the desk top, thinking.
Immediately, a screen rose up out of his desk and flickered on. Prime leaned forward and typed a few commands, watching as the screen came to life, showing the view of his office from precisely an hour ago. He was just about to hit the fast forward button when he saw the door to his office open and Springer and Arcee sneak in.
Didn't I just see them in the hallway? What did they want? He continued to watch, seeing the pair stand around for a second then embrace each other and start kissing passionately. Prime's jaw fell open, making a slight clunking sound as it went so far it hit the bottom of his mask. He couldn't tear his optics away as he saw Springer pick up Arcee and sit her back on the very desk Optimus was sitting at now.
The Autobot commander froze rigid in his chair. He didn't need diagrams to realise what the couple were about to do. Primus knows, he did it regularly enough with Elita. He sat stunned, unable to turn off the viewer as Springer removed his codpiece and positioned himself between the spread thighs of the panting femme lying back on his desk.
Optimus knew he should not be letting himself watch this, but he couldn't stop. The vidcam also had sound, the ecstatic cry of Arcee coming through crystal clear as he watched with goggle-eyed optics as Springer penetrated her, his large interface burying itself within her willing body - "ENOUGH!!
He could not believe what he had seen. He shook his head to clear it and slowly sank back down into the chair, gripping the armrests with frightening intensity, staring at the frozen picture of Springer between the legs of Arcee. Optimus' gaze lowered to rest directly on the spot on his desk where the couple were positioned on the screen. He found himself staring at it, his CPU replaying the scene over and over again.
Springer lifting Arcee; setting her on the desk; thrusting into her. Prime shivered when he began to make out a faint wet mark on the surface. Obviously where Arcee's lubricant had spilled out. The spot was glistening - still wet. Optimus raised one hand and reached out with one finger, barely touching the spot.
He jerked his hand back, "What am I doing?! Jumping up from his chair, he walked stiffly over to the sideboard and tore off a paper towel from the dispenser.
He moved back to the desk, eyeing it off like a lion would an injured deer. Gingerly, he wiped away the 'evidence', feeling his fingers tingle where some of it came through the paper and ended up on him.
When it was gone, he dropped the paper in the bin and ripped off another towel to wipe his hands. He hesitated when he began to wipe his fingers. Giving in to a nagging thought, he raised a finger to his face and sniffed at it. The response between his legs was immediate.
He groaned and gripped his desk for support as his interface flared to life. It recognised the smell of a female ready to be mated. Optimus trembled, switching off his optics and fighting to keep control. He had subconsciously wanted to see if the smell of another female was different to Elita and if it would have the same effect on him as hers did. The raging erection straining against his codpiece answered those questions.
His optics came back on and he lifted his head, turning it slightly to see the screen. He felt a surge of desire jolt through him, his optics locked on the point on the screen where Springer was joined to Arcee, the triple changer's groin pushed firmly against hers. He shuddered and his hips began making slight thrusting movements, his CPU turning the erotic paused picture into a movie in his head.
He could see the potent thrust of Springer's hips, the lithe movements of Arcee as she responded to her mate, the pouting of her lips as she moaned - Optimus whimpered, folding over and leaning his elbows on his desk, his forehead in his hands. He knew he had to watch the rest of it. There was no way to stop the lurid imaginings of his mind if he didn't.
Clenching his jaw, Prime returned to his chair, reaching out and touching 'play'. Groaning and wet thumping sounds filled the room. Optimus watched avidly as his Aerial Defence Commander wildly thrust into Arcee, Springer's mouth open and his optics flickering as he approached climax. Optimus dazedly reached down and turned off the sound, then reached out and sent a call to Elita. You sound a bit Confused, the Femme Commander cut the link and proceeded to her mate's office.
When she reached his door, she knocked, then entered, seeing Optimus sitting behind his desk with a rather dazed look on his face as he stared at a screen which had popped up from his desk. She became worried, "Optimus? She stopped rather abruptly when she saw what was showing on the screen.