Oh, he’s doing something so forbidden..

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You find him masturbating trying something new...

I’m obsessed with the inexperienced Optimus trope lately.

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So much time for himself now. Years after the war he was still getting used to it.

It partly felt embarrassing and partly intriguing that all of a sudden all these.. desires came up.

Optimus wasn’t usually like this. All this time he was busy with being a leader.. He had rarely even touched himself. But now the urges and fantasies just came up.

It was last week when he got a prostrate exam from Ratchet. Merely medical and professional but the touch had felt so shamefully good that he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It was afternoon, the sun shining through his bedroom window as he lay on the huge bed, legs spread. He had informed himself, cleaned himself and had a small bottle of oil next to him. He looked around one last time as if checking if anyone saw him - this was embarrassing - and then finally tried to push one finger into his tight hole. Oh Christ, the slow rubbing on his entrance alone got him hard. He carefully pushed one finger inside, his head falling back against the pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut bashfully.